Che Qianzi's head was as messy as he sighed and said, "You think I'm mentally ill... I'll catch it if I should. I'm a little unfair to pay this old man's life, but that's it."

The team led the team to look at Che Qianzi and said, "Is it mentally ill, what you said is not the final word. Retell the process of the crime just now. Where are your tools for committing the crime? Do you bring an electric shock device? Where did you throw it away?"

Leading the team to inspectors also asked where the weapon of the Cheqianzi was thrown. There were people inside and outside the house just now, so don’t let someone take it away. If that thing can’t be found, it will be difficult to convict this half-baby boy.

At this moment, the cell phone that was observing rang. After the call was connected, his face changed and he said, "Yes, we are at the scene of the crime. The murderer was caught on the spot. He was a white-haired Samat in his twenties. His attitude was OK, but he was suspected of throwing the blame for mental illness... I understand, I will take the person back immediately..."

After saying that, Jingzha said to his subordinates: "The suspect brought back to the station to get a confession. The forensic doctor will come over later. You can guard the scene. I guess it will be handed over to the branch tomorrow. Let's work harder for everyone..."

After saying that, he took another officer and took the cab Qianzi away from the crime scene and escorted the half-aged man onto the patrol car. After fifteen or sixteen minutes, he arrived at the police station where they belonged.

It was almost the second half of the night. Apart from the few Jingzhan on duty, there were not many people in the police station. Jingzhan did not directly interrogate Che Qianzi, and did not even ask about his identity information. He then took the Taoist priest to the detention room, where a drunk middle-aged man was already lying on the bed. He felt as if he had attacked the police and was locked up here first.

Che Qianzi felt bad. He thought about such a shameful thing, how could he ask Sun Desheng for help? What did he do? He just thought about it all the way in the patrol car, but he didn't understand it.

Because Che Qianzi's case was too serious, even though he entered the detention room, he still handcuffed him in front of the door. It was a tiring position to sit and stand, and the little Taoist priest could only squat on the ground. He was still recalling how he was doing?

In the second half of the night, the drunkard opposite finally woke up. He got up from the bed in surprise. After a look at him, he saw the car squatting at the door and said, "Hey, where is this? Why are you handcuffed? Why am I here? Who are you?"

Che Qianzi was full of worries and looked at the drunkard in anger, saying, "You are still dreaming. This is the inner world of Silent Hill. A monster will come to eat you later... Then sleep with you, and you will be fine when you wake up... Who am I? I am your father, I don't worry about you, come and give you a dream..."

"Dream..." The drunkard lay down again staggered, and he muttered, "I just said, I must have drunk too much last night... I have been dreaming a lot recently, such a messy dream. Oh, I miss my dad - no! My dad is still alive! The wine we both drank together last night! He had a great wedding - grandson! Who do you think you are?"

"My son, I am your godfather..." Che Qianzi was already full of anger. When he heard the drunk man scolding him, his eyebrows also stood up and continued, "Think about it carefully, your biological father is happy with the fourth wedding. Isn't your godfather me?"

"Sunzi, my son is 25 years old this year! Who do you think of your son? I will beat you..." While speaking, the drunkard picked him off from the bed and was about to rush over to take a taxi.

At this moment, the lights in the corridor were on, and the on-duty officer came over and said to the two of them: "Be honest! Are you still polite to commit crimes? One attacked the police while drunk, and the other killed someone on purpose. Do you want to be punished with extra crimes?"

The drunkard then reacted, and seemed to remember something in a daze. He returned to the bed and said to himself: "I seemed to remember... When drinking, my third brother drank too much, saying that my father, the new and old wife, was his former girlfriend... and said that my father was not a thing, and he pried his own son's woman. I went over and persuaded him, and said that no matter whether you two had sleep in the same bed before, they would call her mother in the future... My father stopped doing it, and he would pick up the bottle of wine and open me. Who am I? I have practiced before, and I started to take action first, and I opened my father... and then anyone called the police and came to Jingzhao. I drank too much at that time, and it seemed to bite Jingzhao's ear..."

Thinking of this, the drunkard woke up completely and said to Jingcha with a sad face: "Uncle Jingcha was not bitten, right? I didn't mean to drink too much, and I will never drink it again..."
Chapter completed!