I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 129 The witness is gone
In the 1980s and 1990s in Han China, torture was very common, but it was limited to ordinary cases.

This rainy night serial murder case is obviously not among them.

With so many young girls being murdered in succession, it is impossible for the media not to pay attention.

There were many media interview cars waiting outside the police station. They were the first to receive the news of Park Heung-gyu's arrest.

After all, compared to a short and mentally retarded person, Park Heung-kyu, a handsome guy with a good-looking face, is obviously more worthy of reporting.

With such appearance, women are easily available to him, so why would he do such a cruel thing?

Psychopath? Sadist? Or, impotent?
The audience's curiosity is unstoppable.

Police station staircase.

The director pointed at Lao Pu's forehead and cursed at him.

"Ash, you bastard, I told you not to hit him!"

The director was so angry that he was shaking all over, and the cigarette butt in his mouth was bitten into tobacco.

"Kasa Ge! You bastard!"

The director suddenly yelled and kicked Lao Pu in the thigh.

The director is in his fifties, about 180 meters tall and very thin. Lao Pu is meters tall and weighs kilograms.

But the director's kick sent Lao Pu flying backwards, and he fell to the ground screaming in pain.

This shows how angry he is.

Although the frequency of Lao Pu's wriggling on the ground was a little exaggerated, there was no doubt that he was in pain.
"Park Eui-jun! I warned you, do you know how many reporters are waiting outside the door?"

Lao Pu just stood up while rubbing his legs, but was kicked down by the director again.

"You stupid bastard, if Park Heung-gyu died in the police station, you and I could have those cannibalistic prosecutors come to confiscate his house. Do you think they would let go of such good material for winning people's hearts?"

Lao Pu was stunned for a moment.
Now he realized his mistake, buried his head in his collar, and didn't dare to fart.

The director is right.

Since the recent rise of democracy, prosecutors have been going crazy, trying every possible way to show their loyalty to their American masters.

I wish I could turn Han Country into the most greasy place in the world. Human rights, human rights?
Dead people have no human rights. Only living criminals can demonstrate the free democracy of our Republic of China and stand in the same camp as their masters.

Regardless of whether Park Heung-gyu is the murderer or not, if he dies in the police station, the prosecutor will definitely come to search his house, and then he will not only be skinned but also go to jail.

"Director, I."

Lao Pu huddled in the corner, looking pitiful.

It doesn't matter if he gets unlucky himself, but he would never do anything that would bring trouble to others.

"Eh."

The director sighed. He was an old subordinate after all. "Don't even think about entering the interrogation room, you bastard. Hand Park Xinggui over to Officer Ha from Seoul. Look at him!"

The director walked away, and Lao Pu was still leaning against the wall, motionless.

But I started to mutter in my heart.

"Lao He, Lao He, you have to calm down."

Although it was dark just now, Old Park knew what he was doing and he hit only unimportant places. Haha, the two bruises on Park Heung-gyu's face were not caused by him.

After tidying up my police uniform, I returned to the office.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Lao He lying on the desk, with red eyes and looking tired.

Lao Pu threw himself on the sofa and said, "Shit! I'm going crazy. There are no witnesses and no evidence. We need evidence, damn it."

Lao He's eyes were red, not because of lack of sleep, but because of a strange bloodshot look: "Damn it, we don't need any witnesses of his, just a confession will do. Just beat that bastard up, beat him up!"

Old Park on the sofa was stunned. Is this still the gentle and polite Seoul Wenquxing who talked about the FBI all the time and America only talked about evidence?

Even though he's a country bumpkin, he hasn't become this famous yet.

"Master He, you have changed. Why don't you try to beat that bastard up?"

Lao Pu shook his head and pouted.
"You will be very embarrassed, just like that idiot Guang Hao. No, even more embarrassed than him."

Lao He looked at the burly man on the sofa with contempt: "Stupid Guanghao? I've been wanting to ask you for a long time. When you dragged him up the mountain, he talked about Xiangshu's death in such detail. Did you really not rehearse the conversation with him?"

Old Pu is such a weirdo. He brought his men to fabricate evidence to frame a fool. This is simply a sin.

But the problem is that the idiot actually described the circumstances of the crime in great detail.

Lao He once suspected that it was the rough man Park Eui-jun who taught him that.

But he glanced at the rough man on the sofa again and rejected the idea in his heart.

With Lao Pu's single-celled organism brain, he can perform such a shrewd operation. This is too much of an overestimation of him.

Lao Pu, who was sitting on the sofa, jumped up and rushed to the desk: "I told you I didn't do that. How could I use such a stupid trick?"

Lao He continued to sneer: "Then how did he know how the girl was strangled to death, and he described it in such detail?"

The two were silent for a moment.

Suddenly their eyes met, and they felt like they were electrocuted, and they ran towards the door at the same time.

At night, freight trains are running one after another along the railway track, which is very busy.

The roar of the train never stopped, and the lights on the front of the train came closer and closer, then quickly went away.

Cross an arch bridge.

Guanghao ran over the railway track, Lao He and Lao Pu chased after him, shouting his name. The train whizzed past their heads.

Guang Hao had nowhere to escape, so he grabbed the telephone pole next to him and climbed up. After climbing a few steps, he suddenly touched his crotch like a monkey, rubbing it continuously, and then screamed strangely, "Ahhh, eh eh eh eh, ah~~~~" The two people below looked at each other, wondering how he could have such vulgar skills, isn't this idiot only able to play video games?

Lao He shouted at the telephone pole, "What's wrong with you? We are not here to arrest you.

Lao Pu was already impatient and kicked the electric pole: "Get down, get down here you bastard!"

Although Guanghao was already seventeen years old, he was only ten years old and had the brain of a five or six year old. How could he bear such a shock? He quickly climbed to the top of the pole, and continued to scream: "You want to kill me?
Lao Pu smiled bitterly, wiped his face, and forced himself to put on a kind expression: "Our good boy Guanghao, forget everything that happened just now. Uncle will beat you to death, bah, uncle will take you to play games, okay, it's okay, come down."

Trying to force a friendly expression on Lao Pu's fleshy face would definitely backfire.

A fierce face twisted into a knot didn't help at all.

Guanghao continued to climb up, and when he was about to reach the top of the pole, he looked down tremblingly: "If I come down, will you kill me?"

Lao Pu continued to be friendly and said, "Good boy Guanghao, we won't kill you, come down!"

Lao He pushed the rough man in front of him away and changed his strategy: "Okay! You stay up there and we'll ask you some questions. You remember Xiangshu, the girl who died, your female classmate, who sat in the row in front of you, the one you always pulled her hair by."

When Guanghao heard the name, a dazed look appeared on his face, and he murmured, "Xiangshu is very beautiful, blue jeans, butt, butt is very round and perky."

Lao Pu kept nodding his head. It really worked. "Yes, yes, yes. You used to follow her, but you saw her being killed on that rainy night, right?"

Guang Hao pouted, with a puzzled look on his face: "Those, I have already told you, in the woods, I have already told you."

He looked at Lao Pu. He had clearly told that fierce uncle.

Lao Pu pursed his lips and continued to maintain a self-righteous face: "You saw Xiangshu being killed, didn't you? Here?"

Guanghao nodded: "Yes, here. In the rice fields next to the railway track."

Lao Pu pushed Lao He away and whispered, "Watch me."

"Did you see the murderer's face that night?"

Guanghao nodded again: "Yes."

Lao Pu continued to ask: "Really?
Guang Hao nodded in confirmation, squinting his eyes, as if he was lost in memory: "Lightning, crack!

"I hid in the straw, with one eye exposed, and saw a man tying Xiangshu's mouth with stockings."

Guanghao let down his guard and as he spoke he slid down from the telephone pole like a monkey and walked to a pile of straw.

Guanghao pointed to the haystack: "I can see everything from here."

Lao He rushed over, his face ecstatic: "Did you see his face?
Guanghao nodded: "I saw it three times.

"It's raining so hard, and that person is like this."

As Guanghao spoke, he suddenly lay down on the ground, his butt shaking up and down.

Lao He and Lao Pu were at a loss for words: "Do you remember what he looks like?
Guanghao continued to shake his hips, and did not stop talking: "Very handsome, more handsome than me."

Lao Pu looked helpless.

Ah Xiba, you idiot, everyone is more handsome than you.

Lao Pu took out a photo of Park Heung-gyu and said, "Is this the face? Take a look at the photo."

Guanghao stared at it for a while and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know how hot the fire is?"

Lao Pu was impatient: "Look at the photos."

Guanghao suddenly jumped up and shouted, "It's so hot!"

As he said this he whistled.

Lao He went up and slapped him, making his small stature spin like a top: "Come on, (grab the photo) and take a closer look."

The fool didn't cry out when he was slapped, but kept shouting: "Hot, hot, hot, hot"

Lao He's hand holding the photo began to tremble: "Look at the photo."

Guanghao turned his head to the side and looked into the distance: "When I was a child, he threw me into the fire, that man."

There, Guanghao's father chased over from the side with two students in school uniforms.

Guanghao's father, a bald old man, slovenly and drunk, started yelling from a distance: "Guanghao, you bastard."

Several people ran over and started fighting with Lao Pu, and Guanghao took the opportunity to escape.

Lao He tried to stop the fight: "What are you doing? We are the police."

The two students didn't believe it at all: "Nonsense, we are still the FBI."

Lao Pu subdued the two students with one punch each, and kicked Guanghao's father away. When he looked up, he found that Guanghao was gone, so the two of them immediately went to chase him.

The two searched along the railroad tracks for a long time, and suddenly heard a whistle, and saw a person standing not far ahead.

Lao Pu clenched his fist and said, "You bastard, we are looking for you."

Guanghao stood on the railway track, and Lao Pu took a few steps closer.

Lao Pu was anxious: "The train is coming, get off quickly."

Guanghao was still standing on the railway track, whistling and gesturing something, as if he was directing traffic.

"Get out of here, quickly, it's dangerous there.

Lao Pu was struggling to climb up, while Guang Hao was still standing stupidly on the railway track looking at Lao Pu. The train was already heading towards Guang Hao.

“Get out of there, you idiot.

Lao Pu climbed up, and Guanghao gestured: "Go away, go...

Lao Pu rushed up and was only one step away from the railway track when a train came and knocked Guang Hao down. Guang Hao's body was instantly crushed by the train, and a pair of white balls rolled out of the railway track.

(End of this chapter)