The leader was a police officer named Tu Yang. When Yan Ning was pushed back to the interrogation room of the police station by the police, it was Yan Ning who was interrogating.

"Name?"

"Yan Ning."

"How to write?"

"Yan of the King of Hell, An Ning." Yan Ning raised his head, and the spotlight shook so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

Tu Yang threw the police cap aside and knocked on the table with a pen pole: "Your dad gave you this name, I hope you learn it well, but look at you, how old is you, you stab someone to death? How old is it?"

"20." Yan Ning replied.

Tu Yang sighed with regret: "Do you know who was stabbing you to death?"

"Yang Hongshe, a gangster, he shot my friend. If I hadn't helped me, the girl would have died."

"You take action? You are a 20-year-old gangster, and you still know how to save people?" Tu Yang obviously didn't believe it. "Be honest and lenient, tell everything about tonight. I can still consider begging for you. I think you are also a cultural person, so you should understand the advice."

Yan Ning just sighed slightly: "How is Liu Sizhan?"

Tu Yang was a little angry. This young man was not like other prisoners. He was not as soft as others. He had been an interrogator for so many years, and now he felt like he was being led by Yan Ning to answer questions.

Generally, there are three types of suspects when entering interrogation. One is innocent and constantly pleads; the other is afraid and will try their best to explain the truth; the third is those who commit a crime but pretend to be calm and try to get away with it.

Yan Ning was not one of these three types of people at all. His eyes were calm and his heartbeat was flat, not like he had just killed someone. What's more, he was just a twenty-year-old young man, twenty-year-old, and in Tu Yang's eyes, he was still a child.

"The girl is temporarily out of danger," Tu Yang patted the interrogation record on the table and said fiercely, "You should worry about yourself. At the age of twenty, she is no longer a child and can't enter the labor camp!"

Yan Ning felt curious. Two hours had passed since the incident happened. During these two hours, Yihu and Xing Zheng had not come to see him.

Don’t they know that something happened to them? If it were the same, Yan Ning would be at home now.

Yan Ning did not take murder seriously, but it had happened. Yan Ning could do nothing except burn some paper money for Yang Hongshe afterwards. Of course, people like Yang Hongshe were also a waste of social resources. Since he dared to shoot Liu Sizhan, there was no need for Yan Ning to show mercy to him.

Seeing that Yan Ning was still dazed and completely absent-minded, Tu Yang was so angry that he almost tore the interrogation records apart. He glared at Yan Ning: "Don't toast or not eat the punishment, we have some ways to make you speak."

Yan Ning was stunned: "Want to lynch me?"

"As long as I walk out of this door and close the interrogation record monitoring, no one will know what I do to you," Tu Yang sneered, took out an electric baton from his pocket, and waved at Yan Ning, "You can choose for yourself."

Yan Ning smiled: "Don't scare me, Officer Tu Yang."

Tu Yang was slightly stunned. Yan Ning knew that the electric baton in his hand was just intimidating him... Could this kid be a regular visitor in the interrogation room? But his file clearly stated that he was a college student at Jianzhou University, but later he was dropped out of school because of his poor academic performance.

"No need to be tried. I killed the person. I confessed my guilt, but..." Yan Ning's eyes suddenly became sharp and he stared at Tu Yang, "As a policeman, are you not responsible at all? Yang Hongshe led people to smash the bar and tried to kill people with a steel ball gun. This is something that everyone can see. When he brought his younger brother to the stage, everyone was holding a watermelon knife in his hand. If Yang Hongshe did not die, how many people would die under his knife now? Have you ever calculated?"

Tu Yang heard this and took a deep breath: "This is our business, you don't have to worry about it."

"It's okay, wait until I leave this interrogation room, I hope I can see you send some people to clean up all the brothers of Yang Hongshe." Yan Ning said.

"I confessed my guilt, and I signed it here. The court doesn't have to go to the court. We will send you to prison directly." Tu Yang said, taking out a confession letter and put it in front of Yan Ning.

Without any hesitation, Yan Ning picked up his pen and signed his name on the confession letter and pressed his handprint.

Tu Yang picked up the confession and looked at it, and smiled easily:

"It's so satisfying! Someone will be escorted to prison tomorrow. You can spend the night in our detention room tonight."

"I'm a little hungry, can I give me some food?" Yan Ning asked.

"Don't think about it, the hard days are still coming." Tu Yang smiled disdainfully and walked out of the interrogation room with a confession letter.

Two policemen walked in, took Yan Ning, who was handcuffed, and escorted directly to the detention room in the police station.

Tu Yang took the confession letter and walked through the long corridor to an office door, knocked respectfully: "The firing squad has been arranged, and that kid has pleaded guilty."

"Come in."

Tu Yang pushed open the door and saw three people sitting in the office. He knew two of them, Xing Zheng, the captain of the SWAT team, and his personal assistant Teng Yi, the other person, wearing an exaggerated plaid shirt, a thick gold chain around his neck, yellow teeth, and a cigarette in his hand.

Tu Yang glanced at the sign "No smoking" hanging on the wall, sighed, and then saluted Xing Zheng.

Xing Zheng and Teng Yi returned the gift, took the confession letter from Tu Yang, and waved their hand to Tu Yang: "You go out first."

"Yes!" Tu Yang saluted again and then left.

The man with yellow teeth was Yihu. He glanced at the confession letter and said helplessly: "Why is the third boy so straightforward to confess his guilt?"

Xing Zheng said helplessly: "He might think we will go and save him."

"Will he hold a grudge against us for this?" Teng Yi asked.

"No," Xing Zheng shook his head, "When he enters prison, he will know our good intentions."

Yihu sighed: "Old Xing, is the news you received true?"

"Eighty percent... the Juehai Prison is not under my control, so I can only make this worst." Xing Zheng said.

Yihu nodded, extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, then stood up and said, "How much have you found about my sister's news?"

"I'm still working hard, but there are already some signs. I believe there will be news soon." Tengyi replied.

"If you have any news, please notify me as soon as possible... Thank you."

Yihu said, and actually bowed to Xing Zheng. The gang boss who had never bowed to anyone chose to bow his head in the face of family affection.
Chapter completed!