Chapter 741

"Name."

In the dark interrogation room, there is only a strong light on Su Ming's face. He lowers his head and can't see which figure is questioning him in the dark.

But he knew that he was being tortured to death on a chair, and there must be armed police guards outside the door. They were all armed.

"Slade."

There was a murmur in the dark. It was too vague to hear what it was, but a clear question came quickly.

"Age."

Su Ming turned his head away from the light, but the light was also controlled by someone, and the beam was fixed on his face.

“25。”

"Where were you born?" Or the voice that asked before, the tone is full of disgust, as if in a bubble of shit dialogue.

Su Ming recalled, childhood memory has been blurred a lot, but at least, where the home is still known.

"Gotham."

"Tut tut Tut, it is Gotham indeed. The rubbish from that broken place pollutes our city."

I don't know what the other party did in the dark. After feeling that Gotham are rubbish, the lights in the interrogation room are all on.

One meter away from Su Ming, there are two police officers like fat pigs. One of them has just turned off the strong light.

Their police ID card was pinned in the suit pocket on the chest and was squeezed into deformation by the huge "chest muscles". As they leaned forward, the two chairs also made metal fatigue sound.

However, the officers didn't care. They put their hands on the table and made a "bang" sound.

"Tell me, how did you kill the chief editor's family last night?"

The officer, who had a different voice than before, asked, as he tidied up his suit and stroked his moustache with pride.

"I didn't kill people. I didn't even kill chickens."

"Bang!" Another officer slapped the table, and the cup of coffee flew straight to the ceiling: "don't install it! We have enough clues to prove that you are the killer! "

"Yes, the way you look at us now!" Another police officer also said that he held out two fingers as thick as dachshund and pointed to Su Ming's eyes: "it's the eyes of this abnormal murderer. Why? Are you still going to kill us? "

"....

Su Ming was so confused that he was put on a black bag when he went out and was escorted here. He had no idea what had happened.

Just look at each other with the eyes of inquiry, how can they become the eyes of murderers?

There was silence in the interrogation room for a moment, and the two officers looked as if they were looking at something dirty.

"It doesn't matter if you don't explain it. We have your information in our hands." One of the officers pulled off his tie, and he moved his butt: "let me see, poor, art school graduate, paparazzi... Bang!"!!! This is not the file of abnormal killers

He slapped the files on the table with his hands the size of a mouse pad. At the same time, he was staring at Su Ming with his eyes that saw through the truth. His small eyes were full of firmness and justice. Everyone stood up and looked down on Su Ming.

"I have nothing to do with any murder you say!" Su Ming tries to move his hands, but two handcuffs hold him firmly.

"You're right? Hum Another fat policeman took the file, dragged the table to Su Ming's face, and sat on it himself. He dipped his thumb into his saliva and counted out several photos: "look at it for yourself. Are you familiar with it?"

Hearing his words, Su Ming naturally looked down, but the contents of the picture almost didn't make him vomit.

The man in the picture is, of course, familiar to him, but it shouldn't be.

It was a bloody corpse. He was hanged by his own intestines. The silk pajamas on his body had turned blood red, and the photo seemed to be dripping blood.

As you can see, the body is hanging from a steel fence on the roof of a building. The editor in chief is an old black man. He now looks like a gingerbread Figurine hanging from a Christmas tree.

The angle of each photo is different, but no matter which one is, the editor's face is full of horror. He must have experienced a great shock before he died.

"Ouch..." Su Ming bent down and retched toward the floor.

After the shock at the beginning, he only had two words of nausea in his heart at this time. Who on earth would kill people with such cruel means?

"Still loaded?"

The fat policeman shook his head and sneered, just like throwing a flush of flowers on the card table, throwing out a thick pile of photos in front of Su Ming.

Then he grabbed Su Ming's head and put his face close to the pictures.

"Yes, open your eyes and see, isn't this your masterpiece? There are seven people in the family. How long did it take you to kill them all? Five Minutes? Ten minutes? "

"No, I don't look, I didn't kill people!" Su Ming struggled, but he did not have the strength of the other side. He was pressed on the table top by his side face. In front of him were those photos.There is no doubt that the background color of those photos is all red.

"It's useless for you to deny. Do you enjoy killing people? Did you do something disgusting about the body? "

"What?! No, I don't! "

Another fat policeman stood up and rubbed his ring finger twice towards the large mirror on the side of the interrogation room. It was just that there was too much meat on the palm of his hand, which did not ring at all.

But outside the door, there must be someone familiar with him. After this action, the small red light on the closed-circuit monitoring probe in one corner of the interrogation room went out.

The fat man comes over and grabs Su Ming's hair. He punches him in the face, and then another punch hits him in the chest.

"Cough, cough..."

these two fists were too heavy. He did not say anything, and he couldn't breathe. In a moment, he was dark.

The fat policeman may be energetic, and then they use him as sandbags to do a combination of boxing, while attacking and swearing.

"I love to beat you perverts, especially you, bam! Can't afford a lawyer! Son of a bitch

Su Ming's mouth is full of bloody smell. He can hardly hear anything and can only be passively beaten.

"Oh... Almost. Don't kill me." Another cop is starting to be nice. This is interrogation tactics.

The champion policeman moved his neck, his fat face showed a proud smile and gasped for breath to straighten his sleeve: "it's OK. Lawyers, procuratorates and courts are all just people. Even if this kind of perversion is killed, it will kill the people."

Another policeman rushed over and stopped him, pushing and shoving falsely while turning his head to Su Ming and saying, "you can speak quickly, and you won't have to be beaten."

"I... I didn't kill..." Su Ming lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The two policemen who listened attentively immediately started to make a noise again. One seemed to rush over, while the other tried to stop him and twisted into a ball.

"That's enough. Get out." Just before the farce was over, the door of the interrogation room opened.

A slim figure in a suit came in. Her hair was on top of her head. She had a pair of black framed eyes on her nose. Her face was expressionless. She was a very serious woman.

And she should not be old, because her face does not even have a wrinkle.

"Inspector."

The two fat policemen bowed their heads in disappointment. They had clues. Unfortunately, they lacked crucial evidence. However, the suspects refused to confess, which made them lose face.

Before the arrest and interrogation, they read the information. Su Ming's past experience is very simple. They thought they could easily break through the defense line of the other side, but they used the means but could not get down.

We can't use torture. It's OK to hit a few times. The Ministry of internal affairs should come to visit us.

"It's none of your business here. I'll take over." The policewoman pushed her glasses.

She's a detective. Those two fat guys are just agents.

The fat men went out and took the door. The policewoman took out a handkerchief and squatted down to wipe Su Ming's face. After confirming that she couldn't see it, she returned to the back of the table and dragged a chair to sit down.

At this time, the recording camera in the room is running again.

"How does Mr. Wilson remember?" Her voice was so cold that she identified him as a psychopath.

"I didn't kill." Su Ming slowed down a lot. He spat to one side.

"But the body is there, not only editor Fisher, who is kind to you, but also his sick wife, his son and daughter-in-law, and three grandchildren. You killed them all."

The police officer picked up the pile of photos and put them in front of Su Ming one by one.

It has to be said that these people died too miserably. If you don't look at the blood and meat, just look at their expressions, you can see that they have experienced terrible torture and endless fear.

"I didn't do it."

The policewoman's face twitched for a while, and her beautiful face twisted. She puffed some air out of her nostrils. Then she seemed to hold down her anger in her heart and sat down on the table top and bent down on her upper body.

"Let's get to know it again. I'm Carla Danforth, chief of the homicide team of the Metropolitan Central Police. Don't think I'm a woman, so I'm easy to cheat. I've brought hundreds of criminals to justice since I worked. You're not my opponent."

"But I did not kill." Su Ming doesn't know what to say. He can only repeatedly emphasize that he is not the murderer. He and the editor in chief have no grievances. Why kill his family?

"All right." Carla shrank back, and she began to pull other reports from the folder: "according to the witness, yesterday, during the day, you had a conflict with the editor in chief, and you threatened to kill his family. Is that true?"

"This... Yes, but it's not a conflict, it's just a joke."

Su Ming did say this yesterday. At that time, the editor in chief told him: "if you can't find any valuable news, you should get out of the editorial department and sell your ass while you are young."And he was used to the chief editor's dirty words, so he laughed and scolded back: "then you are not my regular customer?".

The chief editor chucked people out of his office with a smile: "if you talk nonsense again, if my wife hears it, I will have to kill your whole family!"

Su Ming said with a smile as he left: "no, I have to kill your family first, because my girlfriend is more beautiful. It's a pity to die."

The chief editor closed the door of the office: "get out and find the news!"

At that time, many colleagues heard this dialogue, but everyone was used to it. Was Su Ming the only one in the editorial department who talked nonsense to the chief editor like this. On the contrary, because everyone was under great work pressure, spraying dirty words was a daily adjustment.

Some people say that they want to dig out the skeleton of the editor in chief's old mother from the underground to make a coffee partner, but how can this be taken seriously?

If he is really a murderer, there is no one who will tell the murderer in person. Isn't this waiting to be caught?

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