Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 65: Three Graves 28

Ren Xian didn't know why anyone in the world could switch his mind so quickly.

In short, the police officer who had been in control of the situation a second after Chen's departure left his head at him.

Ren Xian was reluctant to admit it, but he felt shivering as soon as those green eyes swept towards him.

"This, according to regulations, can not be disclosed." He replied under great pressure.

Xing Conglian was not prepared to accept such a procedural predicament. Unlike Fang Caiqian and the polite victim, at this moment, he suddenly became strong and hardened.

"I think the team leader should be clear. If it wasn't for my friend who happened to have such a small hobby, now I am probably in the interrogation room of the Yongchuan branch to accept your uninterrupted trial for 48 hours, and then I will use Tibetan Drug crimes have been punished, losing my police badge and supporting my family. "

When Xun Conglian finished speaking this sentence, he spoke slowly and threateningly. After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, like giving Ren Xian plenty of time to think.

Ren Xian felt that he was the one sitting in the cold, small concrete room and forced to tell some secrets. Even if he was sitting behind his two special police officers, he did not have any sense of security.

Although he was the background board from beginning to end, in fact, when he was sitting at this office table, he was already thinking and judging the situation constantly. For example, what exactly is the possession of the drug case today? What is going on, is the ICPO completely used as a framed tool, or is there another story?

However, as the incident progressed, he gradually realized that the muddy water he ran into today was far deeper than before. If time could go backwards, he would not have seen the live photo that was transmitted. It was really big. trouble.

But where does time go backwards?

Ren Xian raised his head, and suddenly noticed the simple surveillance camera that was stuck on the wall with plastic tape, like the eyes of a beast, exactly recording everything that happened in the room.

Camera, signal shielding equipment ... he seems to understand something.

"Actually, it's because of a clue."

"What clue?" Xun Lian leaned forward slightly, giving a strong sense of oppression.

"About a transnational drug case."

Ren Xianxu had the black hair on his forehead. His hair was not long, but his hair was a bit wet and some sweat was drawn out. He looked like he was finally unable to resist the pressure and was ready to explain the facts.

He turned around, looked at the members who were sitting quietly behind him, and said, "Go to the car and wait for me."

This is a letter that obviously wants to talk about important matters. The SWAT team members on the ground are staring at each other, and it seems that it is not clear why their boss chose to violate the regulations and cooperate with these people.

However, the order was the order, and they stood up in turn, ready to go out, and waited in the car for a while.

When the person walking in front pushed open the door of the conference room, Xun Lian suddenly spoke.

"We will end soon. The conference room downstairs seems empty. You can go there and rest."

He looked up, and a smile appeared on the original stern face again, looking polite and sincere.