After the audio playback ended, the room was silent for a while, and then Zhang Kun asked softly.

"What is Zhang Zishun?"

"My dad." Zhang Quan replied softly.

"You haven't said it before." Zhang Kun looked at Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan shrugged: "I don't think it's necessary."

Zhang Kun did not continue to stick to this problem, but picked up the recorder: "What is this recording?"

"Three years ago, Zhang Bo first recruited the exam. At that time, he was still young and was prone to impulsive work. After failing the exam, he hid a recorder and set up this bureau for Lao Liu. At that time, this kid really wanted to break the ball with Lao Liu and took this recording to sue."

"Fortunately, I calmed down and gave up. In fact, he knew in his heart that everyone did this for his own good. Although this for his good is opposite to his life goals, at least the original intention is good."

Zhang Kun nodded and expressed his understanding. Then Zhang Kun asked another question: "Are you a policeman after 1991?"

Zhang Quan nodded silently.

Zhang Kun sighed softly and finally understood why Zhang Bo was so persistent about being a policeman and 061151.

In fact, in most cases, the police number does not belong to someone. Under normal circumstances, the police number will be recycled. For example, after a policeman leaves his job or after an old policeman retires, his police number will be freed for the newly hired policeman.

There is only one situation where the police will become "private", that is, if the police sacrificed during their tenure, the police will be sealed from then on and will not be recycled, and in a sense it will be "private".

Then, this sealed police number will be unblocked again only in the only case, that is, the children of the sacrificed police officers will enter the police industry again and apply for unblocking, thereby inheriting this special police number.

Then it was obvious that 061151 should have been Zhang Zishun's police number at the beginning. After Zhang Zishun's death, it was sealed until Zhang Quan became a police officer, and the police number was not used again. After that, Zhang Quan died and the police number was sealed again.

Then now, Zhang Bo wants to inherit this police number again.

The police family belongs to it.

Zhang Kun put down the recorder and did not ask anything else, but continued to check other things in the drawer.

After searching for a while, Zhang Kun found a pendant, which was made of silver, just a very ordinary brand. Then, behind the brand, Zhang Kun saw a string of familiar numbers, 061151.

Zhang Kun didn't say anything, silently putting down the pendant.

After checking all the drawers, nothing new was found. Then Zhang Kun turned his head and looked at the bookshelf.

I checked the bookshelf and found that there were actually not many books on the bookshelf, only about ten books. It was better to say that they were bookshelfs. In addition to books, there were also many miscellaneous things on it, such as water heaters, thermos bottles, mobile phone boxes, razors...

Then Zhang Kun also saw a mobile phone at the lowest place in the bookshelf.

Zhang Kun picked it up and looked at it. The battery was still connected to the charger. He turned on the screen and looked at it. The battery was already full, but unfortunately he couldn't turn it on with a password.

After checking all the places, Zhang Kun found nothing else.

Afterwards, Zhang Kun went to see the living room, kitchen and even bathroom outside, and did not find any special discoveries.

He threw the medical gloves on his hand into the trash can, and then Zhang Kun rested on the bed.

Because I don’t know how long the drug addiction will last, I used a little more force when I pressed Zhang Bo’s carotid sinus just now, so Zhang Bo’s coma should be a little long.

Zhang Kun rested for nearly two hours, and Zhang Bo's fingers suddenly moved on his chair. Zhang Kun, who was playing with his mobile phone to check the time, noticed it immediately, and then Zhang Bo slowly opened his eyes.

After two seconds of confusion, Zhang Bo quickly noticed Zhang Kun sitting on his bed.

Zhang Bo moved suddenly, but just jumped with a chair. Only then did Zhang Bo remember that he had tied himself up.

Zhang Bo turned his head and looked at the whole room, especially the drawer that Zhang Kun opened, and the bag of white powder that was not originally on the desk.

Zhang Bo was silent for a while, then looked at Zhang Kun and asked, "Have you called the police?"

"I thought the first sentence you said would ask me who I was. Don't worry, I didn't call the police." Zhang Kun said lightly.

After saying that, Zhang Kun asked lightly again: "Did you take the poison?"

Zhang Bo's eyes were condensed, and he nodded silently after a long time, but he quickly said, "I can explain, don't call the police first."

Zhang Kun waved his hand, then sighed and said, "A man who is determined to be a policeman, ended up taking drugs by himself."

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Zhang Bo's face suddenly changed, and his eyes stared at Zhang Kun: "Who are you?"

"Before answering this question, I want to ask you a few questions." Zhang Kun asked back without answering.

Zhang Bo did not respond, but just looked at Zhang Kun with his eyes.

"First of all, it can be seen that you are actually resistant to drug abuse. You have goods in the drawer, but you tied yourself up and forced yourself not to suck. This is great, but I have a few questions. First, how did you tie yourself up?"

The room was locked from the inside, and the windows were locked inside. There was only Zhang Bo in the closed environment. It was not difficult to think of this, but Zhang Kun was really curious about how to do it.

Zhang Bo was silent for a while, then said: "First tie your body to the chair with both hands, then tie your left hand to the left armrest with your right hand, and finally make a slip knot on the right hand in advance, then put your hand in, grab one end of the rope with your right hand, bite the other end with your teeth, and then tighten it."

Zhang Kun nodded: "It's a very simple and easy-to-understand statement. The second question is, how do you ensure that you can loosen yourself after you survive the drug addiction so that you won't starve to death here, or you can demonstrate it on the spot."

The scenes I saw at Li Siyi's house were always entangled with Zhang Kun.

Zhang Bo was silent for a while again, but finally chose to speak: "I tied my body and hands, but I didn't tie my legs to the chair, so my legs can move."

"After I carried it over, I could move the chair with my legs, and then I put my phone on the bookshelf in advance and charge it. The lowest level of the bookshelf happened to be the height of the things I tied to the chair but could still get the things, so when I woke up, I could move the chair to get the phone on the bookshelf and find someone to come and help me."

Zhang Kun nodded: "It's great, but what I want to tell you is that when I came in, you were overturning the ground with a chair. You tell me how you can stand up and get your phone in that case."

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Zhang Bo's face did not change at all. After a while, Zhang Bo said: "When I got off work this morning, I agreed with a colleague and friend of mine that if I didn't go to work tonight, I would let him come to my house."

After saying that, Zhang Bo added: "He and I are very good friends."

Then there will be no problem.

Zhang Kun nodded: "Now, let's get back to the topic."

"Before I talk about the topic, can I apply to help me untie the rope? You know that I have been determined to be a policeman, so I should know that I will not be in danger to you." Zhang Bo said.
Chapter completed!