Consultant?

The three experts looked at each other and did not react for a moment.

It is true that the organization has reported that a new consultant has been added, but I don't know exactly how.

But according to their ideas, since they are consultants, they must be highly respected. As for their age, they should be about the same as them.

But what I see now is a young man in his twenties?

Such a young consultant?

"It turned out to be a consultant. I don't know how the counselor is going to interrogate the prisoner?"

The leading expert responded first and asked, "according to the current situation, it should be very difficult to impose a penalty."

"You will know what method to do. What I need is your cooperation. Do you understand?"

Without answering the expert's question, Lin Fan pointed to the interrogation room: "take advantage of the suspect's muddleheaded, take your place."

Hum, what do you pretend to be.

Ignored by Lin fan, the leading expert whispered a curse. He didn't believe it. What could this young consultant do?

If you can become a consultant, I'm afraid it doesn't depend on relationships to climb up?

The expert's murmur fell to Lin Fan's ears without missing a word. However, he did not pay attention to it, but arranged his appearance.

The hair pulled back, and then the button on the body oblique.

From a distance, the whole person looks like a ruffian, a ruffian who puts soup uninhibited.

"Brother Lin, are you?"

Nalanxiung, who was confused, couldn't help but wonder: "is this effective for the interrogation of prisoners?"

"It's not only effective, but it's great."

The corner of his mouth bent, Lin Fan motioned to the gatekeeper to come over, and then ordered a few words in a low voice.

"Make sure you get the job done."

After saluting Lin fan, the colleague also arranged his hair, took a deep breath and ran directly into the interrogation room.

Dong Dong Dong Dong.

Zhang Dong and three experts are waiting inside, watching the suspect frown.

They were curious about what method Lin fan would use.

"Chief, it's not good. It's not good."

Gasping colleagues ran in, a face anxious: "come, Mr. Lin came."

Zhang Dong was stunned for three seconds to react to the sudden change: "Mr. Lin, come here, what's the fuss about?"

"Did you forget the group leader?"

The voice was not loud or small, but everyone in the interrogation room could hear: "Mr. Lin is the son of the deputy bureau. He is the second generation of the standard official. He came here immediately after hearing this case. I'm afraid this is..."

With these words, he took a glance at the suspect and didn't go on.

The information revealed in this paragraph is enough. At least Zhang Dong knows about Lin Fan's performance.

The sound of kicking the door sounded, and Lin Fan came in with his hands on his back and a cigarette in his mouth.

"What are you doing? Do you abuse lynching to interrogate prisoners? "

Spit out a smoke ring in his mouth, Lin Fan angrily rebukes: "I have told you how many times, interrogate the prisoner to have a good trial, not to let you execute the punishment."

"Mr. Lin, we, we are..."

With an aggrieved look on his face, Zhang Dong explained in a flustered way: "the suspect confessed soon. We only need to..."

"Shao te talks nonsense in front of me, and I'll get rid of him immediately."

Interrupt Zhang Dong's words, Lin Fan kicks in the past: "give me the rolling calf son, take advantage of this young master today's mood is good, otherwise I'll whip you to death."

After being hit by a foot on the spot, Zhang Dong cried out in pain and quickly hid in the door.