Infernal Affairs

It's not the first time for Wang Fan to come to the interrogation room of the police station, but this time is different from any other time.

"Come on, boy, who sent you to attack Shangguan lady?" The big policeman pulled Wang Fan's hair and looked at Wang Fan who showed his teeth because of pain.

Although the wound on the head has been treated, it is still unbearable for Wang Fan to be pulled with his hair.

Although he could not see the situation on his head, he could still hear clearly that the wound that had been sewn up was splitting again because of the effect of external force.

"Sir, you're going to kill me!"

Grinning Wang Fan said to the big policeman in pain.

If it wasn't because he wanted to sneak into prison, Wang Fan would have beaten the policeman on the ground, and it was his turn to abuse himself so recklessly.

"Oh! How dare you not answer my question The big policeman didn't mean to let go. Instead, he added some strength to his hand.

"What do you want me to say, sir?" Wang Fan opened his mouth and gasped, trying to ease the pain in his head.

"Say it! What about the woman? Who is she? What's your name? Whose money do you take? " The big policeman asked fiercely,

"That's my wife. Don't beat her. She's afraid of pain!" Wang Fan said.

"Your wife? Damn, is your wife that good? " The big policeman questioned in disbelief.

"How do I know she's so good? We haven't been together for a week." Wang Fan explained.

"Damn it! You rubbish The big policeman cursed and released Wang Fan's hair.

As the big policeman's body moved away, the light in front of Wang Fan's eyes returned to normal, although the light used for lighting on his head was always emitting weak light.

"Who is your elder brother?" Songzhuang, sitting in the dark, looks at Wang Fan under the lamp with his legs crossed.

Hearing Song Zhuang's question, Wang Fan didn't answer right away. He looked at Song Zhuang in the corner blankly, with a blankly expression on his face.

"Damn, our boss asked you!" The big policeman kicked Wang Fan and yelled at him.

Wang Fan, who was kicked, held his head in both hands and yelled: "I don't have a big brother. Don't beat me. My wife said she wanted to buy some jewelry, so she went to the villa to rob."

"Your wife? Is your wife Qianxue? Wang Fan Songzhuang, sitting in the corner, said quietly.

Wang Fan, holding his head in both hands, was also surprised when he heard Song Zhuang's words. Fortunately, he had expected such a situation for a long time, so he still pretended to be at a loss.

Seeing that Wang Fan didn't respond to his words, Songzhuang said coldly, "Wang Fan, what are you going to do with such a play? Let's talk about it. "

"Hey! Boy, our boss is talking to you! " Yelled the big policeman.

Hearing the big policeman yelling at him, Wang Fan raised his head with confused eyes and asked in a low voice: "Sir, my name is not Wang Fan, my name is Sun Jian!"

"Sun Jian?" Song Zhuang frowned and looked at Wang Fan with distrust.

As early as when Wang Fan was knocked unconscious, Songzhuang found the tattoo on his arm, which made him think of Wang Fan all at once. However, in the face of Wang Fan, who looks very different from Wang Fan, Songzhuang couldn't be sure for a moment.

As a person who has been in the Jianghu for so many years, Song Zhuang has heard about this kind of thing.

Song Zhuang, who had been groping for Wang Fan's face for a long time, but could not find any clues about the technique, could not determine Wang Fan's identity, so he arranged for his men to interrogate the suspicious guy.

The reason why the big policemen treat Wang fan so violently is also inspired by Songzhuang.

In Songzhuang's opinion, Wang fan is a man with strong self-esteem. When he starts to do things on weekdays, no one will accept him. It can definitely show that he is not a man who can endure humiliation.

If the guy in front of him is Wang Fan, he will show his horse's feet.

However, after struggling for a long time, Songzhuang still didn't see any problem. Instead, he felt that the man in front of him couldn't match Wang Fan at all.

"Is the tattoo on the boy a coincidence?"

Looking carefully at Wang Fan's Songzhuang, I began to worry.

Wang Fan, sitting on the interrogation chair, is also peeping at Songzhuang in the corner. Seeing Songzhuang's frown, Wang Fan's heart is more stable.

"Sir, I didn't get anything. Please let me go and give me a chance to mend my ways. I'll never dare to do it again!" Wang Fan pretended to be pathetic and said, rubbing his hands.

"Let you go? Boy, you've provoked people you shouldn't have provoked. It's the greatest gift that can keep you alive! " Song Zhuang said with a sneer.

"Please, I have my 80 year old mother, and Want to say that they still have children to feed, Wang fan stopped talking.

"Say it! Why don't you go on! " Song Zhuang joked.

"Sir, I really know I'm wrong. My wife is greedy for money. That's why I offend you. Please, for the sake of my first offence, let me go!" Wang Fan continued to act pathetic.

In the dark interrogation room, Songzhuang didn't answer Wang Fan. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers, waiting for the other party's response.

Soon after the phone was connected, Song Zhuang, who put the receiver close to his ear, pressed his voice and asked, "what's the situation over there?"

"A man and a woman are at home." The man on the other end of the line replied.

"What are you doing?" Song Zhuang then asked.

"It's like a bath, sir." The man on the other end of the line continued to answer.

"Bath? Are we bathing together? "Mandarin duck bath?" When Songzhuang spoke, his voice raised decibels, and his eyes fixed on Wang fan not far away.

"Yes The other side replied.

"Since Mr. Wang and miss Qianxue are taking a mandarin duck bath, don't disturb them. You can withdraw!" Staring at Wang Fan's facial expression, Song Zhuang said with a bad smile.

Song Zhuang's words were obviously meant for Wang Fan, and he also wanted to use this way to test whether the man in front of him was Wang Fan he knew.

Wang Fan, who had expected such a thing for a long time, still showed a look of fear. He didn't make any response to what Songzhuang said, and even didn't have the interest to listen to it.

Song Zhuang, who hung up the phone, stood up and walked to Wang Fan. He bent down and looked at him and said, "boy, what's your name just now?"

"Sun Jian, sir, my name is Sun Jian." Wang Fan replied.

"Good! That's good! " Song Zhuang's face became cold gradually.