At the beginning, I want to quit the arena

Chapter 34 Confession
Des Voeux Road West, Sai Ying Pun, Hong Kong, DCS office area on the [-]rd floor, Western District Police Station, Hong Kong Island Region.

At this moment, in the hall of DCS (District Serious Crime Squad for short), the owner of Longhua Tea House, three waiters, pastry workers and Sheng Jiale were all brought here, and a plainclothes policeman was assigned in front of each of them to interrogate the records.

"Tell me what you saw?" Seeing the guy on the second floor who was present at the same time as Sheng Jiale lower his head, his face was tense, a plainclothes man couldn't help asking: "This question won't be more difficult than the high school entrance examination." Is it difficult? Just asking what did you see, the facial features of those gunmen?"

The guy who was so scared that he almost pissed in front of the gunman, but at the police station at this time, he mustered up his courage for some reason, raised his head and glared fiercely at the policeman who was urging him and roared:

"How dare I see something? I want to live! I just got a girlfriend! If you ask me what I see, you want me to die! ... I wish this happened, and my eyes are the same Switching at any time like a traffic light! If something happens, turn the light green to greet guests! If something happens, turn the light red, and you will be blinded on the spot!"

After a roar, the whole hall fell silent, and the police who questioned him did not expect this seemingly submissive guy to burst out with such great strength at this time, and looked at him dumbfounded.

Sheng Jiale sighed beside him: "The four gun fingers, you can't see any of them on the other side?"

"Then do you want to give the same confession as him?" The policeman who asked Sheng Jiale came to his senses at this time, and asked Sheng Jiale dissatisfied.

Sheng Jiale shook his head: "Four people, wearing stormtrooper uniforms, are fluent in Cantonese, and the one who wants to check my ID card has a series of suspected number tattoos on his left wrist, but the uniforms cover it up, so I can only see a little bit, and I don't remember the rest. .”

"What are you going to Longhua Teahouse for?" The messenger quickly memorized the clues given by Sheng Jiale, and then continued to ask.

Sheng Jiale hesitated for a moment: "Those two are my elders, they called me to drink tea, how dare I not come?"

"The two of them are members of Herongtang, so you are both old Rong?" The messenger raised his eyes to Sheng Jiale: "Do you know if they have caused trouble recently?"

"Sir, I started work in Yau Tsim Mong, this is the Western District, of course I don't know." Sheng Jiale said with a depressed face.

Seeing Sheng Jiale avoiding his gaze, the policeman emphasized his tone: "Is it true?"

"Hey, I'm a witness, not a prisoner!" Sheng Jiale seemed dissatisfied with the policeman's tone, and contradicted impatiently.

In the distance, a middle-aged man with the title of senior inspector came out of the independent office, looked around the hall, and asked:

"How about it? Do you have any information?"

Several other people shook their heads, and the messenger who asked Sheng Jiale looked at each other and blinked.

While arranging his tie, the senior inspector slowly walked over, looking at Sheng Jiale's appearance: "Not bad, pretty boy."

The policeman handed the confession paper in his hand to the other party, and the senior inspector picked it up and glanced at it: "Yau Tsim Mong, Lao Rong, Sheng Jiale, hey, you said you were looking for water in Yau Tsim Mong, and the policemen who dealt with that area You always know him?"

"Who are you?" Sheng Jiale's eyes were fierce, and he said in a dissatisfied tone: "One-on-one is not enough, two-on-one? You need to pay more!"

"Senior Inspector Yang Siheng of the Serious Crime Unit of the Western District of Hong Kong Island." The policeman who helped Sheng Jiale interrogate the statement revealed the identity of the senior inspector.

Sheng Jiale turned her head away: "I want a cigarette."

"It is possible to add money, and there is no problem with smoking." Yang Siheng laughed, motioned his subordinates to stand up, sat down by himself, took out a pack of Marlboro from his pocket, and handed it to Sheng Jiale: "Hey, you are buying in Yau Tsim Mong People from the rivers and lakes in the water may not know the policemen in that area."

Sheng Jiale lit a cigarette and took a puff: "Brother Fei Fei from the anti-mafia group, and a new poison from the chicken-killing group, is it enough? Do you know if you need the license plates of the invisible chariots of the two groups?"

Yang Siheng nodded: "That's right, how about I find someone you know well to chat with you? It's cunning, I want to ask someone else to ask you to talk directly, the police will not fail to meet the reasonable demands of the citizens."

"Okay, to be honest, I seldom come to Western District, and I'm not used to it. Yau Tsim Mong is very familiar with the Sirs, so I won't be too reserved when asking questions." Sheng Jiale smiled at Yang Siheng with a cigarette in his mouth. up.

Yang Siheng pressed the hands-free button on the table, then dialed the number, and soon a gentle female voice answered:

"West Kowloon Police District..."

"Here, Yang Siheng, DCS of the Western Region, help me pick up O Ji He Feifan." Yang Siheng interrupted the female voice before she could finish her question.

"Okay, sir." After the female voice over there agreed, she immediately transferred the call. After a few seconds, the call was connected, and Sheng Jiale's familiar He Feifei's voice sounded:
"Which one?"

"Shrimp, I'm a sheep." Yang Siheng said after hearing He Feifan's voice.

He Feifan was stunned for a moment, and then scolded impatiently: "Now that the ICAC has been established for more than ten years, please use your full name or position to greet me, or you can call me Brother Feifan, it's not easy to communicate with gang members It’s like being called a flower name for a long time, you have ghosts in the Western District, of course you are not afraid, I am exiled in Yau Tsim Mong, and if I am not careful, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the ICAC will talk to me!"

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and my temper is still as smelly and hard as the stone in the toilet. When I see people in the Jianghu, I feel like relatives. When I see colleagues, I greet relatives. I look down on your luck for a lifetime." Yang Siheng said with a smile, and then talked about it. Business: "Hey, I have something to ask you, is there a Sheng Jiale in Laorong in your district?"

He Feifan might be drinking water, and Yang Siheng could hear Sheng Jiale's gulping and gulping sound clearly. He Feifan stopped drinking and said impatiently: "I haven't heard it before, don't take it I don't have the energy to help you with the troubles in your area."

After finishing speaking, the sound of gurgling water was heard again.

"Brother Feifan, it's me, Damo." Sheng Jiale looked at Yang Siheng and said to He Feifan on the phone.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He Feifan suddenly choked on the water, and seemed to grab the phone receiver, his voice became much clearer, and he spoke fluently: "This guy was involved in the West Ring shooting? Wow, a big case, I am obliged , come over immediately to cooperate, this guy named Damo has committed a heinous crime and is full of crimes. The file in my hand is dozens of feet thick. Let me take a small credit for the black group, you guys have been good brothers for more than ten years, you are blessed to share, sheep."

Yang Siheng smacked his lips: "Dozens of feet thick? Then you caught him, wouldn't you be the first brother? I don't want you to fight for the credit, I just hope you take it back and help record a statement. Why did he appear in Xihuan?" , What is the relationship between the two deceased and him, and has he seen the murderer clearly?"

"There is no time, and the vehicles are not manned enough. Goodbye." When He Feifei heard that it was just a witness, he immediately lost interest and wanted to hang up the phone.

Before he hung up, Yang Siheng added: "You don't need to send someone to pick you up, I will arrange someone to send him over to see you, no thanks."

After hanging up, Yang Siheng looked at the policeman next to him: "Send him to the West Kowloon Anti-Mafia Team. Da Xia will help with the statement and will fax it over."

"Sir, Fan Fei was called Da Xia before? Why did he call him such a fancy name?" Sheng Jiale took a puff of a cigarette and asked.

Yang Siheng nodded lightly, exhaled the smoke himself, his eyes were a little wandering, as if caught in some kind of memory:

"Because that idiot was scolded by Gui Lao and Han Sen back then, saying that his mind was full of shit."

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