The Detective from the Future Text When two suspects were taken to the police station in a unique way, it immediately caused a sensation.

"Haha... so talented, won't the suspect be the same as his hands?" a police officer said with a smile.

"If I don't have a little tacit understanding, I don't know how many times I have to step on my heels." Another police officer quipped.

"I'm curious, how did they sit in the car?"

"Sit on your thighs." A police officer squeezed his eyes.

"Haha..." caused another burst of laughter.

Both Wang Haichuan and Zhang Bochao lowered their heads, their expressions of nervousness, their cheeks were red, and they wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"I'm sorry now, I've been doing what I've been doing." Zhao Ming snorted.

Originally, he was just taking a record, but Zhang Bochao's incident became a big deal after running like this and was taken directly to the interrogation room.

Han Bin returned to the office, drank a cup of tea, and then asked Li Hui about checking the progress of the surveillance, before he asked Zhao Ming to go to the interrogation room together.

Zhang Bochao is not very old and has a drooping face, as if someone owes him hundreds of dollars.

Han Bin turned on the law enforcement recorder and asked routinely: "Name, age, gender, ethnicity..."

"A good man is a good man, you let my brother go first, and I will recognize him." Zhang Bochao said righteously.

"Oh, this is the first time I have seen a murder suspect confess so happily. They are as honest as you. Our police are just saving trouble." Han Bin said with a smile.

"What? Murderer?" Zhang Bochao looked surprised and his eyes widened: "Are you mistaken? How could I be a murderer?"

"Didn't you say you accepted it?" Zhao Ming snorted.

"I admit that I had a fight, but I didn't kill anyone." Zhang Bochao defended.

"Bang!"

Han Bin slapped the table and scolded: "This is the criminal police team. Do you still need to deal with the trivial matters of fighting?"

"Comrade Police, there must be some misunderstanding. How could I kill someone as a timid person?" Zhang Bochao said.

Han Bin opened the notebook: "What did I ask, what did you answer, do you understand?"

“Yes, yes.”

"Name, age, gender, ethnicity..."

"Zhang Bochao, 21 years old, male, Han nationality..."

"What is your relationship with Peng Yongren?"

"classmate."

"When did the classmate?"

"Junior high school classmates."

“Have you been in touch recently?”

Zhang Bochao hesitated for a moment: "Yes, on October 3rd, he sent me a QQ, and on October 4th, I called him."

"Have you ever had a conflict?"

"On October 4th, I beat him up."

"Who are there?"

"I'm the only one."

"Don't be a hero here, provide false testimony, mislead the police to handle the case, but they have to bear legal responsibility." Han Bin warned.

"I...we have three of us."

"Who are there?"

"I, Kong Yixin, Wang Haichuan." After Zhang Bochao said that, he hurriedly added: "I am the mastermind. They just went with me and didn't do much. I was fighting alone."

"Why did you kill Peng Yongren again after you beat him?" Han Bin tentatively.

"I didn't kill him, I saw him once. He was fine when he left, and he couldn't die at all." Zhang Bochao shouted.

Han Bin looked at the other party for a moment and continued to ask, "Where are you at the 6th of October between 5 and 12 pm?"

"Our company got off work late these days on the 11th. I remember that it seemed that it was busy until after 10 o'clock that day. Then everyone had a midnight snack together. It was past 11 o'clock in the evening. Later, we took a taxi home. It was almost 12 o'clock when I got home." Zhang Bochao recalled.

"Who can prove it?"

"Everyone in our store can prove that what I said is true." Zhang Bochao said confidently.

"Do you know about Peng Yongren's murder?" Han Bin asked.

Zhang Bochao shook his head: "I don't know."

"What conflict is there between you two?" Han Bin asked.

Zhang Bo lowered his head very much and sighed: "It's been many years since this matter said."

"It's okay, just say slowly, we have time."

"Peng Yongren and I are junior high school classmates. I was very good at studying at that time, but I didn't like to talk very much. I was a little arrogant. I couldn't remember why I offended Peng Yongren at that time. He liked to cause trouble for me, and I didn't accept him. The two of them had many conflicts." At this point, Zhang Bochao paused, clenched his fists and said:

"Once, he found a few students outside the school to block me, beat me up, and pulled me into the woods, took off my clothes, tied me up to the tree, and they stood by and laughed at me."

Zhang Bochao's eyes were red and his voice was choked: "I remember it very clearly. It was summer, there were so many mosquitoes. I was bitten all over my bag. I was so... like a monkey that I was teased by him."

Han Bin was a little surprised. It turned out that this person was the first person to punish mosquitoes in the 21st century.

"Do you know how Peng Yongren died?"

"I don't know, but I thank you for letting me know the news." Zhang Bochao said with a smile.

"He was bitten to death by mosquitoes." Han Bin said.

"What! Say it again." The smile on Zhang Bochao's face froze.

Han Bin got up, took out a photo of Peng Yongren, and put it in front of Zhang Bochao: "Look at it for yourself."

"Is it really bitten by mosquitoes?" Zhang Bochao held the photo, his hands trembling.

Han Bin took back the photo and asked, "It's been so long since the incident happened. Why did he call you and why did you ask someone to beat him up."

"Haha..." Zhang Bochao smiled: "He deserves it."

"How should I deserve it?"

"We have a high school QQ group. He suddenly contacted me on October 3rd, which surprised me because I haven't been to that group for a long time, and I never thought that I would have anything to do with him."

Zhang Bochao seemed to have a lot of emotion, rubbed his face and asked back: "Comrade Police, do you know what he said to me?"

"He asked you about the mosquito bites you back then?" Han Bin guessed.

"Yes, this bastard, he dared to mention that thing. Because of that thing, I was affected and had no intention of studying. I got into a very poor high school and didn't even pass the college entrance exam. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to work as an agent. I also wanted to sit in the university classroom. I also wanted to be a 958 college student. It was because of him that I lost such an opportunity, and he dared to mention that thing."

Zhang Bochao's face was full of resentment: "I was really angry. I asked him to meet him the next day and beat him up, but I really didn't kill him, really didn't."

"What did he ask you about being bitten by mosquitoes?" Han Bin said.
Chapter completed!