Chapter 739: Homicide suspect

"Name."
In the dark interrogation room, there was only a strong light on Su Ming's face. He lowered his head and couldn't see which figure was asking him questions in the dark.
But he knew that he was now chained to a chair to death, and there must be a heavily armed police guard outside the door, all of whom were armed with live ammunition.
"Slade."
There was a mumble in the dark, it was too vague to hear what it was, and soon a clear question came.
"age."
Su Ming turned his head to avoid the light, but the light was also controlled, and the beam of light was fixed on his face.
"25."
"Where was it born?" It was the same voice that asked before, with disgust in his tone, as if he was talking to a shit.
Su Ming recalled that his childhood memories were blurred a lot, but at least, he still knew where his home was.
"Gotham."
"Tsk tusk tusk, is it Gotham? That ruined place is full of and pollutes our city."
I don't know what the other party did in the dark. After feeling that the Gotham people are rubbish, all the lights in the interrogation room turned on.
One meter away from Su Ming, there were two policemen who looked like fat pigs, one of whom had just turned off the bright light.
Their police badges were tucked in the suit pockets on their chests, and they were squeezed out of shape by the huge ‘chest muscles’. As they leaned forward, the two chairs made metallic fatigue sounds.
However, the police officers didn't care. They put their hands on the table and made a bang.
"Explain, how did you kill the editor's family last night?"
The police officer with a different voice than before asked a question. While tidying up his suit, he touched his moustache triumphantly.
"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't even kill a chicken."
"Bang!" Another police officer slapped the table, and the paper cup of coffee on the table flew directly to the ceiling: "Don't pretend! We have enough clues to prove that you are the murderer!"
"Yes, it's the way you look at us now!" Another police officer also said. He stretched out as thick as sausages and pointed to Su Ming's eyes: "It's the eyes of this perverted murderer, why? Are you planning to kill us?!"
"......"
Su Ming looked dumbfounded, he was put in a black bag when he went out and was escorted here. He didn't even know what happened.
Just look at the other person with inquisitive eyes, how come you turn into murderous eyes?
The interrogation room fell silent for a while, and the eyes of the two police officers seemed to be looking at something dirty.
"It doesn't matter if you don't explain it, we have your information in hand." One of the police officers pulled off his tie, and he moved his buttocks: "Let me see, poor and destitute, graduated from art school, paparazzi... ...Bang!!! Isn't this the profile of the perverted killer!"
His mouse-pad-sized palm slammed the files on the table, and at the same time stared at Su Ming with eyes that could see through the truth. Those little eyes were full of firmness and sense of justice, and the whole person stood up, condescendingly. Despise Su Ming.
"I have nothing to do with any murders you mentioned!" Su Ming tried to move his hands, but two handcuffs held him firmly in place.
"Alright? Huh!" Another fat policeman took the file and dragged the table in front of Su Ming. He sat down on his ass, dipped his thumb into his saliva, and counted out a few photos: "Look for yourself , Familiar?"
Hearing what he said, Su Ming looked down naturally, but the content in the photo almost didn't make him vomit.
Of course he is familiar with the person in the photo, but it shouldn't be like that.
It was an extremely corpse. Not to mention that he was torn apart. 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.
It can be seen that the body was hung on an iron fence on the roof of a building. The editor-in-chief is an elderly black man. He now looks like a gingerbread man hanging on a Christmas tree.
The angle of each photo is different, but no matter which one it is, the editor-in-chief has a terrified expression on his face. He must have experienced a huge shock before he died.
"Oh..." Su Ming bent down and retched toward the floor.
After the initial shock passed, he only had the word "disgusting" in his heart at this time. Who would use such cruel methods to kill?
"Pretend?"
The fat policeman sneered sneer, shaking his head, as if throwing a straight flush on the card table, and threw a thick pile of photos in front of Su Ming.
Then he grabbed Su Ming's head and moved his face close to the photos.
"Yes, open your eyes and see, isn't this your masterpiece? The family of seven people, how long did you kill them all? Five minutes? Ten minutes?"
"No, I don't watch, I didn't kill anyone!" Su Ming struggled, but he didn't have the strength of the other party. He was pressed sideways on the table, and those photos were in front of him.
There is no doubt that the background color of those photos is all red.
"It's useless for you to deny you, let's say, do you enjoy killing people? Do you still do disgusting things to the corpse?"
"What?! No, I didn't!"
Another fat policeman stood up and rubbed his fingers twice toward the large mirror on the side of the interrogation room, but it was probably because there was too much meat on his palm, and his fingers did not sound at all.
But outside the door, there must be someone familiar with him. Following this action, the small red light on the closed-circuit monitoring probe in the corner of the interrogation room went out.
The fat man came over, grabbed Su Ming by the hair, and punched him in the face, followed by another punch, which hit him in the chest.
"Cough cough cough..."
These two punches were too heavy, he didn't say anything about Venus, and he couldn't catch his breath, and his eyes instantly went dark.
Perhaps the fat policeman had some energy, and then he used him as a sandbag with a combination of punches, beating and cursing.
"I like to beat up your perverts, especially you, bang! Can't afford the perverts of lawyers! Born of a bitch!"
Su Ming's mouth was full of blood, and he could hardly hear anything, so he could only be passively beaten.
"Hey... It's almost done, don't kill." The other policeman started to be a good man. This is an interrogation tactic.
The boxing policeman moved his neck, his fat face showed a smug smile, and he straightened his sleeves: "It's okay, the lawyers, the procuratorate, and the courts are all just people. This kind of perversion is for the people even if killed. Up."
Another policeman hurried over and stopped him. While pushing and shoving pretendingly, he turned his head and said to Su Ming: "You can say it quickly. If you say it, you don't have to be beaten."
"I...I didn't kill anyone..." Su Ming lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The two policemen who were listening attentively immediately quarreled again, one seemed to be about to rush over, the other desperately stopped and twisted into a ball.
"Enough, go out." Just when the farce could not end, the door of the interrogation room opened.
A slender figure in a suit walked in, with her hair curled over her head, her nose with black framed eyes, her face blank, she looked like a very serious woman.
And her age should not be too old, because her face does not even have a wrinkle.
"Inspector."
The two fat police officers lowered their heads in disappointment. They had clues. Unfortunately, they lacked key evidence. The suspects refused to confess, which embarrassed them.
They looked at the information before the arrest and interrogation. Su Ming's past experience was very simple. They thought they could easily break through the opponent's line of defense.
Torture can't be used, a few hits are okay, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs should come home.
"It's all right here, I'll take it." The female police officer pushed her glasses.
She is the detective, and the two fat guys are just detectives.
The fat guys went out and closed the door. The policewoman took out a handkerchief and knelt down to wipe Su Ming's face. After confirming that she could not see, she returned to the back of the table and dragged a chair to sit down.
Only then did the recording camera in the room run again.
"How is Mr. Wilson's memories?" Her voice was very cold, and she determined that he was a perverted murderer.
"I didn't kill anyone." Su Ming came back a lot, and he spat aside.
"But the corpse is there, not only the editor-in-chief Fischer who is kind to you, but also his sick wife, his son and daughter-in-law, and three grandchildren, all of which you killed."
The female police officer picked up the pile of photos and placed them in front of Su Ming one by one.
I have to say that these people died too terribly. If you don't look at the blood and flesh, just by looking at their expressions, you know that they have experienced terrible torture and endless fear.
"I didn't do it."
The policewoman's face twitched, and her pretty face was a little distorted. She expelled some air from her nostrils, and then she sat down on the table with her down on the table and bowed her upper body condescendingly~www. EbookFREE.me~ Meet again. My name is Carla Danvers. I am the homicide inspector of the Metropolitan Central Police Department. Don’t think I’m a woman and I’m easy to be deceived. So far, I have brought hundreds of criminals to my job. Yifa, you are not my opponent. "
"But I really didn't kill anyone." Su Ming no longer knew what to say. He could only repeatedly emphasize that he was not a murderer and that he and the editor-in-chief had no grievances and no grudges. Why did he kill his family?
"Okay." Cara shrank back, and she began to dig out other reports from the folder: "According to the witness, you and the editor-in-chief broke out during the day yesterday, and you threatened to kill his family. Is it true? "
"This... Yes, but that's not a conflict, it's just a joke."
Su Ming did say this yesterday, when the editor-in-chief told him: "If you can't find valuable news anymore, get out of the editorial department and sell your while you are young."
And he got used to the editor-in-chief's swear words, so he laughed and scolded back: "Then you are my regular customer?".
The editor-in-chief smiled and drove people out of his office: "No matter what nonsense, if my wife hears, I can only kill your whole family!"
Su Ming smiled as he left and said, "No, then I have to act first and kill your family first, because my girlfriend is more beautiful. It's a pity to die."
The editor-in-chief closed the office door: "Get out and find the news!"
Many colleagues heard this conversation at the time, but everyone was used to it. In the editorial department, Su Ming was the only one to talk nonsense with the editor-in-chief. On the contrary, because everyone was under a lot of work pressure, spraying some swear words was a daily adjustment.
Some people say they want to dig out the editor's old mother's skeleton from the ground and make powder as a coffee companion, but how can this be true?
If he is really a murderer, how can there be a murderer who foretold the murder in person, isn't this waiting to be caught? 8)