"Then, let's go and interrogate Fei Peng again." Bai Song looked at the time. It was only ten o'clock. "Master Zhao, please accompany me for a while."

Zhao Dexiang finished his cigarette and ignored Bai Song's remarks. He took out another cigarette, put it to his nose and smelled it, then put it back into the cigarette box.

Um?

Bai Song looked at what Master Zhao meant and seemed to understand something.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Dexiang asked, "How did you feel that there was something wrong with the scarred face you mentioned?"

"Intuition?" Bai Song was a little uncertain.

"Intuition?" Zhao Dexiang smiled. "Well, that's an explanation."

"No, Master Zhao, actually at the beginning, I didn't pay much attention to him. A grown man, not doing his job properly, he was gone if he left, and he was lost if he lost. But later, when I came into contact with some people or things related to him, I always felt that there was something wrong." Bai Song said: "If there is a problem, then find it. But fortunately, now at least one theft case of Scarface has been found out."

"Okay, better than your master." Zhao Dexiang nodded: "If your master had been more diligent, he wouldn't have become a policeman. By the way, you should apply for the position next year, right? Have you signed up for the October competitive examination?"

"Ah? How old am I? Doesn't this require a certain number of years of work?" Bai Song was a little confused.

"That's usually the case, but next year you will have worked for two years, and you passed the exam early this year. With your two second-class merits, it's not a problem for you to apply for the job early." Zhao Dexiang said, "Don't learn from your master."

"Actually..." Bai Song didn't know what to say: "I think my master is doing pretty well."

"Hmm..." Zhao Dexiang thought for a while and said, "Yes, it's good for him to live like this for the rest of his life. However, everyone wants something different."

Bai Song seemed to understand, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Fei Ming was quite troublesome. Bai Song didn't know what was going on in Fei Ming's mind. He was completely unwilling to communicate with the police. Bai Song didn't know why, but he felt a sense of resentment from Fei Ming. How could he describe it? Bai Song didn't find any suitable adjectives. In short, it was a bit like being bullied or framed, but he couldn't say it.

After resting for about half an hour, Zhao Dexiang lit another cigarette and took a few puffs. "Let's go and talk to Fei Peng again."

"Are you coming?" Bai Song asked.

"Okay, I'll do it. You type." Zhao Dexiang said, "I'm not used to using printers. But it's hard to say. If I can't get anything out of you, then there's no need to type."

Entering the place where the questioning took place again, Zhao Dexiang sat opposite Fei Peng, and Bai Song turned on the computer.

Zhao Dexiang took two puffs of his cigarette, breathed a sigh of relief, and then put out the cigarette butt that was still one-third full.

Fei Peng's gaze followed Zhao Dexiang's cigarette butt for a few seconds before he slowly retracted his gaze.

Zhao Dexiang took out a cigarette, lit it, handed it to Bai Song, and gestured.

Bai Song knew that prisoners were not allowed to smoke in this place, but it was not illegal. He took the cigarette from Zhao Dexiang and passed it to Fei Peng through the iron bars.

"There's nothing good to smoke, so just make do with what you have."

"Thank you, thank you uncle (pronounced 'bye-bye')", Fei Peng took it carefully. Because he was wearing handcuffs and his hands were locked on the table, Fei Peng lowered his head hard and took a puff of the cigarette with great difficulty. In this puff, nearly a quarter of the cigarette was gone.

call……

Fei Peng held the cigarette in his mouth for a long time before exhaling, and then took a few more deep puffs.

After he finished smoking, Fei Peng remembered that there were two policemen here, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "What's the matter, uncle?"

"It's okay. I just came out from Fei Ming's place." Zhao Dexiang said kindly, "Do you have anything else to say about this?"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Fei Peng was a little stunned.

"It's what I just asked you." Zhao Dexiang glanced at his watch. "It's nothing. If you want to tell me, I'll write it down for you. If you don't, it's time for dinner."

Bai Song was a little dazed. What was this? Was this a Buddhist question?

No, this is the prisoner theory. Bai Song came to his senses.

In fact, this is an open conspiracy.

There are many techniques for questioning and interrogating, and many things cannot be expanded in books due to confidentiality, but the prisoner theory can be said to be one of the most classic methods.

As long as two or more suspects are arrested, how can the suspects guarantee that their teammates will not sell them out?

To be honest, there is no guarantee anyway.

Because no matter what, you cannot change people's selfish nature, let alone some criminal suspects. No matter how good the agreement was before they were arrested, it will be useless.

"Officer, I don't have anything to say." Fei Peng was still savoring the smell of the cigarette, his voice a little light.

"Okay." Zhao Dexiang glanced at Bai Song and said, "Take note of it for him. He doesn't know anything."

Bai Song nodded, printed out the transcript, and handed it to Fei Peng: "Take a look, if there is no problem, just sign it, and don't forget to put your fingerprints on it."

After reading the previous transcript, Fei Peng signed it very happily. However, he hesitated for this one.

In addition to the above information, the transcript only contains two lines.

After reading for a minute, Fei Peng's hand, which had just held the cigarette, was unable to hold the pen tightly.

Fei Peng looked at Zhao Dexiang again. Zhao Dexiang's kind face gave Fei Peng a lot of pressure. "Uncle, please don't hurt me." Fei Peng put down the pen.

"Harm you? How will it benefit me?" Zhao Dexiang looked at his watch again, "Don't think too much. It's time to eat after signing."

"Hey, uncle, no hurry, no hurry, let's chat for a few more words," Fei Peng said flatteringly, "Tell me first, how is Scarface now? I haven't been out for so many days, and I don't know what happened to him. Can you tell me?"

"Heh..." Zhao Dexiang almost laughed out loud: "Are you making fun of me? You didn't participate, but you are not unaware of it. Are you trying to fool me?"

"After the transcript is signed, we will leave." Bai Song packed up all the computers.

The weather was hot and Fei Peng was sweating, but his hands were tied and he couldn't wipe the sweat off.

Bai Song still didn't know what happened to Scarface, but Fei Peng and Fei Ming must have known about it. Bai Song felt it the first time he saw them, and they knew at least part of it.

And as for Scarface's matter, since Scarface is so selfish, he will definitely not share the way with Fei Peng and others...

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, uncle. Hey, can you give me another cigarette?" Fei Peng smiled flatteringly.

Zhao Dexiang glanced at Fei Peng, his eyes fixed, "Boy, you are still young, take the cigarette and then tell me you don't know anything, right?"

Then Zhao Dexiang glanced at Bai Song and said, "Bring his transcript here, note that he refused to sign, and let's go. He's just a criminal who is hiding something, there's nothing much to say."