Mixed in the world of film and television to eliminate demons

"So, Mr. Hu, you're probably going to go back to the police station with us now." John McCarron stared at Hu Qing coldly: "You didn't expect that someone would secretly film you committing a crime in such a secret alley?"

As he spoke, John McCarron walked towards Hu Qing and took out the handcuffs from his waist.

His muscles were also tense at the same time, ready to take action at any time. If the suspect resisted, he would be happy to take action.

In the past, he always encountered such ignorant prisoners.

Kalinda explained to John McCarron with a gloomy face: "Officer, there is definitely a misunderstanding. Hu has been with me all the time. He can't kill anyone. The video must be fake."

Hu Qing was also full of doubts.

He was in the hotel with Kalinda in the afternoon, and even went crazy in the bathtub again in the evening. How could he kill someone?

This was obviously someone deliberately framing him.

But who was so deliberate to plot against him?

He just came to New York and had no enemies here at all.

John McCarron naturally would not easily believe Kalinda's words: "Madam, we have already done technical identification of the video, and we have found the murder weapon and got fingerprints on it."

"Fingerprints will not lie. In addition, since you claim to be with him at the time, I am afraid you have to go to the police station with me to record your statement."

This made Kalinda even more upset.

She wanted to hit someone. Don't look at the sturdy police chief. She can easily knock him down and beat him up.

Hu Qing hurriedly comforted: "Kalinda, let's cooperate with this police officer. The video can be detected as fake, and it's useless if the fingerprints don't match me."

He still trusts McCarron.

As long as these are fake, this super detective will not be fooled.

John McCarron looked at Hu Qing: "It seems that you are very confident. I hope this confidence will not disappoint you."

He did not make any conclusions at the moment. Many times, the evidence seems to be conclusive, but the results are indeed absurd. However, some people seem to be relaxed and confident on the surface, but they will panic when facing the facts soon.

Seeing that Hu Qing had no intention of taking action, Kalinda sighed and could only cooperate with Hu Qing and get into a police car.

This scene was seen by a figure in the away passage of the stadium.

This figure turned out to be Ryan, the star player of the Nets who dominated the game just now.

Seeing Hu Qing and Kalinda being taken to the police car, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the case of irrefutable evidence, either he will go to jail or escape and become a wanted criminal.

But no matter which one, his goal has been achieved.

It is obvious that he is the one who framed Hu Qing.

John McCarron saw that Hu Qing and Kalinda cooperated, and he did not plan to waste time here any more.

He directly took people to the police car, started it, left the stadium, and went to the police station.

After the police cars left, the fans watching at the scene all made a commotion and talked about it one by one.

This is the first time to see a wonderful game on the court, and you can actually see this real-life police and gangster drama when you come out.

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Back at the police station, John McCarron immediately asked someone to extract Hu Qing's fingerprints and then match them.

They had already extracted fingerprints from the murder weapon and matched the fingerprints left by the other party three years ago in the database. As long as the fingerprints of the other party matched the fingerprints kept in the database, it would be ironclad evidence.

Hu Qing also cooperated.

It was Kalinda who was angrily accepting a police officer's statement.

"Madam, around dusk, where were you?"

"In the hotel room!"

"Who were you with? What were you doing?"

"In the hotel, with my boyfriend. And don't ask me what I was doing. Don't you have a brain? You know what I was doing just by thinking about it."

"Uh!" The police officer didn't know how to continue for a while.

Hu Qing smiled at Kalinda's angry look.

This witch has such a lovely side.

Seeing that Hu Qing was still so relaxed, John McCarron said, "You can still be so relaxed at this time. Either you are innocent, or I have to admire your psychological quality."

"I was innocent to begin with!" Hu Qing waved his hand and said.

No matter who wants to frame him, technology cannot be perfect. He has not touched the murder weapon, and the fingerprints on it are even less likely to be his.

These are all flaws.

Otherwise, could someone really find someone who looks exactly like him to frame him, even with the same fingerprints as him?

A moment later, a technician walked in: "Detective McAllen, we have analyzed the video. It is the original video, and no processing or modification has been done at all."

"In other words, the video can be used as evidence?" John McAllen said, his eyes already staring at Hu Qing.

Hu Qing frowned.

The video has not been modified?

Is there really an identical person who framed him?

Worse news appeared, and another police officer trotted in to report: "Officer McAllen, the fingerprints match perfectly."

"Sir, I'm afraid you have to explain your motive for murder now, and you have to think about how to let the judge give you a light sentence." McAllen's tone was already a little cold, and the overwhelming evidence made him look at Hu Qing unkindly.

"Fuck..." Hu Qing cursed again.

Recording a video like that, with the same fingerprints as his, it was impossible for an ordinary person to frame him like this.

The information of a monster suddenly emerged in his mind.

He had seen the information of this monster in mysterious legends and in evil forces in his previous life.

Moreover, he connected all the clues at once, including the murder at the airport.

Hu Qing said to John McCarran: "Officer McCarran, I want to know who the murderer of this case is. It is a monster called a shapeshifter. I don't think you will believe me."

"Mr. Hu, you know I don't believe it. There is no shapeshifter. The murderer is you!" John McCarran didn't think he was a fool for believing the other party's nonsense: "Now, your best choice is to tell the truth..."

Before John McCarran finished speaking, Hu Qing interrupted him directly: "Officer McCarran, I don't want you to believe it. I'm not informing you now that I'm taking over this case."

"What?" John McCarran was stunned at the moment, and even felt angry in his heart.

Is this guy mentally ill? As a murderer, he actually said he would take over the case?

The police officers beside him also stared at Hu Qing blankly. Is this murderer joking?

"If you want to prove that you have a problem with your brain now, then I'm sorry, it's too late. Many people have done this before, but they all failed." John McCarron laughed. He felt that he had seen through Hu Qing's intention.

Hu Qing shook his head and was too lazy to talk nonsense. He directly threw the FBI ID given to him by Nutrilite to John McCarron and said, "Officer McCarron, I inform you again that I am responsible for this case."

John McCarron heard this again. He was about to get angry but looked at the FBI ID in his hand in astonishment.

The special golden letter edge is a certificate that only FBI bosses with very high authority levels can have.

What a joke, the other party is a high-authority boss of the FBI? There is no such young person who can climb to this position in the United States, not to mention that the other party is a Chinese.

"Check the ID number!" Although John McCarron was full of disbelief, he was still very cautious sometimes.

The police officer next to him opened his mouth in astonishment after receiving the certificate. As a member of the police force, he had naturally heard of the special certificate with golden lettering on the FBI.

Even when he was training as a police officer, he was warned that people who encountered this certificate should be obedient and not ask anything, so as not to cause trouble for himself and the police station.

The police officer did not dare to hesitate, and immediately logged into the police intranet to apply for the certificate number of the FBI. After a moment, he looked at John McCarran in astonishment: "Officer McCarran..."

"Is the certificate fake?" John McCarran asked.

The police officer hurriedly shook his head: "I don't have enough authority!"

John McCarran was stunned, and immediately stepped forward and began to enter his police officer number to check.

"You don't have enough authority to view the current number!"

The same prompt appeared, which made John McCarran open his mouth and look at Hu Qing in disbelief.

How could the FBI really have such a young boss?

Hu Qing raised his hand and gestured to John McCarran to show him the handcuffs in his hand.

The police officer didn't dare to hesitate at all. He hurriedly stepped forward to open Hu Qing's handcuffs, then stepped back with a nod and a smile on his face.

Hu Qing looked at John McCarron again: "Officer McCarron, I'll inform you again now. I want to mobilize you and your men to cooperate with me in handling the case. Although it's not a system, it should be okay, right?"

John McCarron's mouth twitched a little. This sudden change made him a little overwhelmed.

Moreover, he was a person who wanted to get to the bottom of things. He gritted his teeth and said, "What's going on? I want a reason to convince me, otherwise you will still be the murderer of this case to me, even if you have high FBI authority."

"Hey!" Hu Qing sighed. Why is this guy's personality the same as in the movie in his previous life? No wonder even his son hates him.

If someone else changed, he would be in trouble.

Hu Qing still explained: "I've already said that the murderer is a shapeshifter, a supernatural monster."

John McCarron looked at Hu Qing in astonishment: "Mr. Hu, I think you take me for a fool? How could there be any supernatural creatures in this world?"

"Really?" Hu Qing looked at John McCarron teasingly, and turned to look at the female ghost next to him.

Liu Qingqing understood immediately.

John McCarron was even more confused when he saw this. What does it mean to look at the air next to him? Could it be that there are invisible ghosts there?

The next moment, he widened his eyes in disbelief. He found that a terrifying force came from his body, and the whole person was impacted and flew backwards and hit the wall.

Moreover, his strong body was directly hung on the wall, firmly attached and unable to move.

At that moment, McCarron was dumbfounded.