Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 61: Three Graves 24

Anyone who is scolded for mental retardation will be angry.

Fortunately, Rong Rong likes to surf the Internet, and he is very young, so he probably knows that the phrase "Are you mentally handicapped" is more like a mutual greeting between the mentally disabled persons.

So he was even more angry, joking. He now represents the law enforcement department. He does n't even have to give any reason. He just drags the arrest warrant in front of the suspect, and he can drag the person directly, not to mention that it is a gun. He was dare to joke with his head on the gun, and his heart was really big ... Rong Rong glanced again at the teenager in the corner. The teenager wore a peaked cap and a black t-shirt with the logo of an underground rock band. The eyes are bright, the cheeks move, as if chewing gum, the sweetness of lemon mint in the air.

Perhaps it was the bright eyes of a teenager, and Rong Rong suddenly felt that this was not the case. In the arrests he had performed in the past, he had learned that the calmness of prisoners was often proportional to their viciousness, that is, Only criminals who are really fierce and fierce will be calm when facing a group of hunters with live ammunition and invite you to sit down and have a cup of tea.

Then Rong Rongzhen heard someone ask him, "Do you need some water?"

He looked around. He was a young man in a white shirt. The young man had very dark hair and spoke very quietly. Perhaps he was standing right next to the water dispenser. He didn't wait for his answer. Pour a glass of water for him.

Rong Rong felt that his spine was a bit stiff. He moved his gaze and looked at the last guest in room 2801.

A black gun was resting on the forehead of the last guest, so he had to walk two steps forward to see the man's face clearly.

That 's a police officer, yeah, the intelligence has long stated that among the 2801 guests, there is a police officer, where ordinary police officers live in top hotels like Cohen May, so this must be a dirty policeman, Rong Rong calmed down and suddenly felt a little energetic, so he looked into the policeman's eyes.

He didn't know what kind of color it was, like sea blue and lake green, his eyes meant calmness, as if the sea surface was absolutely still, without any wind or waves.

He heard the man say, "Drop the gun."

Not "slow" or "wait a moment", he said, drop the gun.

This is an order, not a request. Although the voice is kind, it is still an order. No matter how bad the gangsters are, they dare not say such arrogant words to the police.

Rong Rong was not prepared to waste any more time. He raised his palm to his ear and issued a direct arrest order to his subordinates.

But the low but gentle voice sounded again, instead of talking to him, but asking the boy in the corner.

"Dynasty, have you called?"

"What phone?" The young man stared for a moment, then quickly responded, "No!"

"Then why do people from icpo come?"

"Isn't it because we are hiding drugs?"

"Oh."

The conversation ended here. It was very simple and casual. Rong Rong felt cold. He ran from the last part of his tail vertebrae and rose up along his spine.

Not only him, every special police officer in the house took a subconscious look at each other's clothing and epaulets, but all the configurations on them were the same as those of the local special service team in Yongchuan, without any flaws. This is of course to hide the true identity Considering that, the person leaning on the back of the chair easily put on their identity.