Outside the interrogation room, a middle-aged man in casual clothes, who looked to be in his fifties, pushed open the door of the interrogation room and walked in.
The middle-aged man looked at Henry who was cuffed in the seat, and asked the assistant officer, "How is it going?"
The assistant officer looked at the man in front of him and quickly got up. Then he said, "Cap..."
Before the assistant could finish his words, he was glared back by the middle-aged man.
The assistant officer quickly lowered his head and said, "Mr. Yu, he doesn't want to confess."
"Refuse to confess?" The middle-aged man smiled. "Then take out the evidence and let people interrogate him. We have firm evidence, so he has to confess."
"Yes." The assistant officer quickly nodded and ran out.
Under the dim light, the middle-aged man looked at Henry and said, "You've been convicted of murder. You can confess. You won't suffer too much if you confess early."
Henry sat there without saying a word.
"I've seen too many stubborn people. I'd like to see how stubborn you can be!" Seeing that Henry didn’t speak, the middle-aged man snorted, swung his sleeves, and walked out of the interrogation room.
Outside the police station on the national highway, there was a black Benz with three people sitting in it.
After the middle-aged man left the interrogation room, he walked out of the door of the station and came to the Benz with a respectful face. "Master Ke, Miss Cheng, Master Zheng."
Sitting in the car was Bing Ke, Sam Zheng, and Jodie Cheng.
On the same day, Bing told Sam that the member of the Cheng family who wanted to frame Henry. That member was Jodie Cheng who had just returned from studying abroad.
"Where is he?" Bing was sitting in the driver's seat and asked.
"He's inside," the middle-aged man replied respectfully.
"Good!" Bing nodded with satisfaction. "I've already given you all the information. I've already made some arrangements at the detention centre. Make him admit his guilt tonight. I don't care what you do. Take him to the detention centre and lock him up before dawn. Do you understand?"
"Understood, understood!" The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, you’d better finish it well. You'll get all the benefits." Bing took out a kraft bag and handed it to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up with joy, and he quickly took the bag. He didn't need to look at it at all. Just by touching it, he knew that there was at least 100,000 yuan inside.
"It's just a deposit. After it's done, I'll give you ten times more. Don't let me down," Bing said lightly.
"Sure, sure!" The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly. "But Master Ke, there is one more thing, that person..."
Speaking of this, the middle-aged man wanted to say something but stopped on second thought.
Bing turned to look at Sam, who was sitting in the back seat.
Sam glared at the man in front of him and shouted, "Don’t you know the rules?"
"I understand. I'm sorry, Master Zheng. I was too careless." The middle-aged man quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned it off.
When Sam saw that the middle-aged man's mobile phone was completely turned off, he said, "The body is in the woods close by. You can ask someone to find it. As for the video, I have already arranged for someone to contact you. About ten minutes later, he will come over."
"Okay." The middle-aged man responded.
"Then I'll leave the matter to you. I want to hear good news tomorrow morning," Bing said and rolled up the window.
At the same time, in Luohe.
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