Chapter 1602: Active collaborator

Entering the room, Li Xuehao, wearing a school uniform, immediately caught the attention of several people in the interrogation room. I want to know that this is not a playground, but also a dead person. What does a high school student come in?
However, none of the people present did not speak because the high school student was brought in by the West Village police officer.
Li Xuehao swept his eyes on the situation in the room. Although he had already "seen" it before, it is now immersive.
Three bad young people, one lying down and two standing. Two unhealthy youths standing, one hair dyed white, one gold, and the poor youth lying down are black and white hair.
The person who has just had a bad attribute is a white-haired young man. It is estimated that he is also saying that the West Village police officer "speaks" out of the room.
In addition, there are two police officers, all of whom are in their thirties. They are accompanying two bad young people, or they are secretly "watching" them.
"Police officer, haven't the three guys caught yet?" The poor white-haired youth saw the West Village police officer coming in, and was ready to launch the voice mode.
"They have been 'grabbing'." The answer is Li Xuehao. As for the police officer of Xicun, he stood side by side.
I heard that the new high school student said that he had caught it. The white-haired young man looked at him doubtfully: "Are you?"
"I am their friend." Li Xuehao said faintly.
"What?" The poor white-haired youth did not understand what it meant.
Li Xuehao smiled slightly: "It is to help the girls to drive away the friends of the three high school students of your three followers."
Listening to him, the poor white-haired youth who had already reacted suddenly glared at him: "They are followers, we are helping. The little devil, you must be careful when you speak. This is the police station. Don't talk about things without evidence.

"If I have evidence?" Li Xuehao smiled faintly.
"What evidence, they injured us, and killed my friend!" The poor white-haired youth was obviously guilty. He pointed to the bad young man who was lying on the stretcher and had no interest. After all, he was really afraid. The other party has any evidence.
"You said this guy is dead?" Li Xuehao glanced at the bad young man on the stretcher and went forward, asking in a soft tone.
Treating a body like this, at least the attitude is to be criticized, the West Village police officer had to say: "In fact, don't say anything extra, you don't have much time." The meaning is that ten minutes is best to grasp, Otherwise you can only leave.
"Xicun police officer, in fact, this guy is not dead at all." Li Xuehao knows that if he does not say anything, the West Village police officer will think that he is humiliating.
"Impossible, I have already checked, he has no breathing and pulse." The words just fell, one of the two police officers, a policeman with a short flat head immediately said.
"But this does not mean that he is already dead." Li Xuehao shook his head. In fact, there was no breathing and pulse. It really meant that he could declare death, but only he knew that the poor youth on the stretcher was actually just away from the soul. To the extent of death, but if there is no soul to return in a short time, then it is really dead.
But don't worry about this. The spirit of the bad young man on the stretcher is in the room at this time. It's just that you don't know what happened, just like a person without thinking.
"Little devil, Zhengfu, he is already dead, are you crazy? Say such a thing!" The white-haired young man was guilty, and he felt that this high school student must be crazy.
The West Village police officer also showed gloom. In fact, he did not die. He also had a basic judgment. He had touched the pulse of the guy and explored the breathing before, and determined the judgment of the subordinates.
"In the truth, you still go back to class." He decided not to give it for ten minutes.
Li Xuehao was quiet, and his hand quickly patted the chest of the bad young man on the stretcher: "Get up, don't pretend." At the same time, secretly enter the body that is invisible to others.
"Cough and cough..." A series of coughing sounds violently from the mouth of the poor youth on the stretcher, and then the whole person sat up at once.
"Ah-" This scene suddenly scared his two companions and the two policemen next to him. Only the West Village police officer was relatively calm, although he was also shocked, but did not show such exaggeration.
Everyone looks at the bad young man on the stretcher like a ghost. How is it possible, obviously already checked, why is it alive?
The West Village police officer is more like a teenager who looks like no one in the field. How does he know that people are not dead? At the same time, my heart has also eased down. There is no dead person. This is not a major case. It is definitely a good thing for the police.
"Zhengfu?" The young white-haired youth also reacted at this time and shouted the name of the companion.
"Guangsi, Xiaocong, where are we?" The unscrupulous young man who just woke up looked at the two companions in confusion. It may be because he was just awake, so there was some worry at the moment.
"Here is the police station, have you forgotten?" The young white-haired youth reminded him, and squeezed his eyes at the same time to let him see the situation around him.
Zhengfu looked around and finally remembered where it was and what they were doing: "Yes, yes, we are here to report the case."
"The three little devils dared to hit us, we must let them go to jail!" he said sullenly.
"So, can you repeat what happened last night?" Li Xuehao asked faintly, and the golden light in the depths of his eyes flashed past.
Zhengfu’s body was stiff and began to tell:
Last night, we saw a very good woman in karaoke, a bit like a young girl idol, so we followed her, who knows that this time suddenly came three The little devil, I want to stop us, we certainly want to teach them slyly, but the strength of the three little devils is good, we just ran away, waiting for more people to retaliate back, they have already gone, only I got their student ID card..."
An endless stream of calls made the people present amazed, especially the two policemen and the West Village police officers. When the bad young people cooperated, they took the initiative to explain the fact that they were the ones who were anecdote.
The poor white-haired youth and the unscrupulous young man who has never spoken before are even more open-minded and look at their companions with disbelief. This is not the same as what they say, not to say that they are the courageous people. ? Moreover, they just wanted to stop him from speaking, but like what was blocked in his throat, he couldn’t open his mouth.