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Wu Dong and the driver were brought to the police station.

Wu Dong and the driver were questioned separately, but the driver was walking while arguing, "This really does not concern me, I just picked a guest, who am I offending?"

In response, the police gave him a shove: "Be quiet! We will not wrongly accuse a good person, and we will not let a bad person off the hook. "

Wu Dong was thrown into a detention cell. The police cuffed him to a stainless steel prison chair, then slammed the door.

In this empty cell, there were only a few scratches and a few scrapes on the iron table. Beside the table was a tall lamp, which was the only source of light.

Wu Dong's hand was cuffed to the chair, and with a slight movement of his arm, the handcuffs on his wrist made a * Hua la la * sound.

The voice was extremely shrill and noisy, Wu Dong could only sit on the chair silently.

He wasn't particularly worried about the fact that Fatty had been bitten to death. Anyone could tell at a glance.

He didn't even need to explain to them.

His attention was focused on the mysterious venomous animal.

He searched his mind for clues, but to no avail.

In the medical books of ancient Chinese medicine, there were many records of the toxicity of strange animals, many of which were extinct animals.

No animal would be so toxic.

Perhaps he could ask the old tutor what clues there were.

Wu Dong quietly stayed in the detention room, the situation did not develop as he had imagined.

The police seemed to have forgotten about Wu Dong's existence. He sat for 4 or 5 hours without opening the door of the detention cell.

This seemed to be an ominous omen, but there was nothing Wu Dong could do here.

After an unknown period of time, two policemen pushed open the door and entered.

The two of them were still not paying attention to Wu Dong, as they chatted and laughed.

A middle-aged policeman, who had been kept in the middle, said, "You youngsters, you really don't care about what you do. If you really kill him, then this matter will become troublesome."

Another young policeman with a mustache said, "What can happen to him? Let's see how many people die in the jail in which year."

The small mustached man reached out his hand and made a gesture of hugging his head, saying with a smile, "Hiding and hiding can kill people. He has provoked so many people, so even a cripple would be considered light."

The police officer laughed, "That kid will only be able to eat liquid food for the rest of his life."

The mustache man shot a glance at Wu Dong, as if he was looking at a lackey who wasn't in the right league.

He threw his notebook on the table with a screeching sound.

The Central Police also sat down and put on a pair of reading glasses.

The two of them immediately changed their expressions and became serious.

The police officer from the Central Division looked down at the document and asked, "Name?"

Wu Dong replied honestly: Name, age, job, address.

The split up police checked again, as if Wu Dong would lie about this kind of problem.

"Do you know what you've done?"

The policeman raised his head, looking very dignified.

The bearded man sat to one side, one leg shaking rhythmically.

"Courage!"

As soon as Wu Dong said this, the mustache man laughed, and Wu Dong continued: "I said it, I'm a doctor. That fatty got poisoned, I'll just squat down and take a look. "

The split policeman and the small mustached man looked at each other and exchanged an ambiguous look.

The unlucky feeling in Wu Dong's heart grew even more intense.

Sure enough, the small mustached man's words confirmed Wu Dong's guess: "Stop f * cking quibbling, you've gotten yourself in big trouble."

Wu Dong understood.

They had planned everything from the moment they entered the door.

"Anyone who tries to hide or hide can die!"

He was playing psychological warfare with Wu Dong.

Wu Dong squinted his eyes, looking at the police officer in the middle and then looking at the mustache man: "Did I smash him to death with an apple?"

The man with the moustache looked at him with a guilty conscience. The policeman from the middle division glared at him, blaming him for being impatient.

The police officer in the middle shouted, "You hit people with an apple, and the owner, who came from afar, hit his head on a taxi, causing an accidental death. A taxi driver can testify. "

He leaned back, "To put it mildly, it was accidental death. If you don't, you're just intentionally killing people. "

This was a trap set for Wu Dong, to ensure that he would take the fatty's death.

Wu Dong made a relaxed gesture: "What if I don't admit it?"

Big Beard slammed the table and stood up, "The witness and material evidence are all here. I advise you not to make any unnecessary struggles. If you are willing to admit your guilt, we can consider taking it lightly. "

"Comrade Li, don't be impulsive."

The central police patted the shoulder of the small mustached man, "Comrade Wu Dong, you won't be able to make this turn for the time being. We'll let him think about it. "

After saying that, he picked up the things in his hands and left the detention cell with his mustache.

Wu Dong had really gotten into big trouble.

Some people had the eyes and eyes of the heavens, wanting to put the fatty's death onto Wu Dong's head.

These people were so nervous, they seemed to be hiding something.

It was just eating wild game, so there was no need to be so nervous over what rare animals he ate!

A moment later, two more policemen came through the door.

These two policemen had buzz cut and a tough face, so they were definitely not good people.

Once they entered, they slammed the door shut, and then shouted at Wu Dong: "Behave yourself."

A policeman walked over and uncuffed Wu Dong. Suddenly, he pushed him violently against the wall, cut his hands back, and cuffed him.

This time, it was not as simple as locking the lock. Instead, it was pressed inwards, the handcuffs making a crisp sound as the handcuffs locking Wu Dong's wrist tightly into his flesh.

Wu Dong felt his wrist becoming numb, the policeman pushed him again: "Go and squat at at the corner of the wall."

Wu Dong obediently squatted into a corner on the wall.

A wave of anger rose from his chest. If these people couldn't be more soft, then they would come to force him. It was clear that they were going to eat him alive.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He could break free, but two policemen were no match for him.

But so what if he escaped?

Everything had become a matter of life and death.

He could only swallow his anger and plan ahead.

The two short-haired policemen leaned against the interrogation table, took out two cigarettes, and lit them. They chatted and laughed for a long time.

One of the policemen took out a pair of thin boxing gloves and said to the other, "I'll practice a bit before you do it."

He skillfully pulled Wu Dong up, held the cigarette in his mouth, and locked both of Wu Dong's hands onto a hook on the wall.

He was skilled at it, and he often did such things.

He tightened his wrist and said to Wu Dong: "Take it! If you kill someone accidentally, you will be sentenced to four to five years. If you perform well, you will be released in two to three years. "

Wu Dong looked at him, and for some reason, he felt pity for him.

Wu Dong laughed: "Even if I die, I will still understand. What kind of person did I offend? Or did you know something that you shouldn't know? "

The two policemen laughed, "Sure, you're a wise man."

The police officer sitting on the table lit up a cigarette and handed it over to Wu Dong: "The matter of visiting from afar is too big, it is not something a little doctor like you can meddle in."

Wu Dong took two deep puffs of the cigarette, then laughed: "I was originally just curious and went over to take a look, but after hearing what you guys said, I actually want to know the truth even more."

He said scornfully, "I, a little doctor, really want to get involved in this."

The policeman standing in front of Wu Dong swept the smoke on Wu Dong's mouth away and laughed sinisterly: "Think about it first, how do you think we should protect ourselves?"

As he said that, he threw a heavy punch towards Wu Dong's abdomen.

Wu Dong puffed out the smoke in his mouth, not caring about his punch at all.

He focused his mental energy on his abdomen, which was now as hard as steel.

The short-haired man punched Wu Dong in the abdomen, his expression immediately changing.

He slowly retracted his fist and opened his mouth wide.

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Wu Dong laughed in ridicule: "Police uncle, what's wrong? Is this hitting me, hurting your heart? "

The buzz cut endured the pain and went into a boxing stance once again.

A set of punch landed on Wu Dong's body.

No matter where he was, Wu Dong would have already channeled his mental energy and blocked his attack.

The buzz cut man panted and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Then, he raised his head to look at Wu Dong, his expression complex.

Another policeman at the side mocked, "Are you sure you can do it!?" "How can you be so tired with just this bit of effort?"

The buzz cut young man took off his gloves and handed it over to his companion, "This brat is a little devilish!"

The policeman at the side took the gloves. "I don't believe it."

He wore gloves and attacked Wu Dong fiercely, and at the end, he even used Tai Chi's elbow.

His elbow directly hit Wu Dong's chest. Wu Dong finally had a bit of a reaction.

His mouth was open, as if he wanted to scream but couldn't.

The policeman wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "How is it? Have you changed your mind? "

Wu Dong's gaping mouth slowly closed, and then revealed a smile: "Don't worry, I was just joking. Keep fighting, I'm still feeling good! "

The two policemen involuntarily retreated a few steps. Was he even human?

Had the hundreds of fists landed on the cotton sack?

Wu Dong stared at them and repeated their question from before: "What happened? Have you changed your mind? "