Trading bazaar.

Building 10, North District, Prison.

Seven or eight suspects were arrested in the holding room on the first floor.

These people were interrogated by Cannon one by one. Cannon had been involved in interrogation for many years and was an absolute expert in this aspect of interrogation.

Faced with these suspects, he did not use torture to extract confessions, but gradually investigated them through a set of questioning methods he had learned over the years.

A few hours later, he finally targeted the local dog.

According to the investigation method adopted, the suspect must have mastered proficient lock-picking skills, the second number was not in the dormitory building yesterday and the day before yesterday, and the third number card contains relatively few points.

Moreover, coupled with Da Pao's keen sense of smell for interrogation, Da Pao could tell at a glance that something was fishy from the expression on the native dog's answer to the question.

Cannon dropped the record book on the table, boom!

Crossing his hands and placing his legs on the table, he looked at the restrained native dog sitting in the interrogation chair opposite and said:

"Sun Tufa, your accomplices have already confessed. If you confess, I can save you from death. If you don't confess, you will have no choice but to die."

"You also know that this is not a society ruled by law, so killing you will have no impact."

When the native dog heard this, his expression became uncertain.

He couldn't aim the cannon, was he telling the truth or not? He didn't know if the man in front of him was deceiving him.

Cannon suddenly shouted sharply:

"Don't admit it? Both Wang Biao and Zhao Qian said it was you who instigated it, and they were forced by you to open the cover together."

"They fart! I didn't instruct them at all! We were obviously together..." The native dog shouted excitedly when he heard this, but he stopped again mid-sentence.

Da Pao's eyes lit up when he heard these words, and he finally deceived him.

"Well, since you didn't instigate it, your punishment can be reduced appropriately. I'll spare your life, but you have to explain the details of the crime."

The native dog lowered his head somewhat dejectedly.

"Sigh... Yesterday we came back from collecting supplies from outside. On the way back, A Biao said he wanted to take a bath and asked me if he could unlock the ditch cover and get a few buckets of water to take a bath."

"At that time, I thought it would be a good idea to save some points, so I didn't think too much about it. After Zhao Qian stopped the car, I opened the lock and then lifted the cover to the side."

"Then I threw the bucket down and took a bath in the woods."

"At that time, A Biao even ran into the ditch to wash himself. He felt more relaxed..."

........

"Why don't you put the cover back?" Cannon asked.

The native dog replied awkwardly:

"The cover was too heavy. It took us a lot of force to push it down. We couldn't lift it up again. Plus, there were people coming from behind. We were afraid of being discovered, so we left quickly."

Da Pao asked a few more questions, but the native dog didn't dare to answer them truthfully.

The reason why he answered truthfully was because Cannon promised him to spare his life.

Ten minutes later, Da Pao got up and left the interrogation room and came to another interrogation room.

Boom!

He sat in front of A Biao,

"Wang Biao, your accomplices have confessed. If you confess, I can spare your life..."

Cannon repeated the same tactics he had just used to confront the local dog and started interrogating Wang Biao.

An hour later, Cannon interrogated Sun Tufa, Zhao Qian and Wang Biao respectively and obtained their confessions.

When things came to light, it was these three people who opened the manhole cover.

Just to save some points, I opened the cover.

But after they pushed down the cover, they were unable to lift it back up because it was too heavy, and they didn't consider that zombies would jump in.

If they had known it would lead to such serious consequences, they probably wouldn't have done it in the first place.

However, what happened has already happened, and there is no point in regretting it anymore.

Da Pao handed the interrogation statement to Ju Tianrui, "Ju Chu, they have admitted that they did it."

"What to do with it, I leave it to you."

Ju Tianrui held a stack of oral paper and a recording pen, nodded and said:

"Cannon, thanks."

Cannon waved his hand and said: "It's my duty, this is what I should do."

After saying this, he left the prison.

Ju Tianrui looked through the confession, listened to the recording for a while, and quickly contacted Li Zhengping.

This thing was so bad that it had to be paraded through the streets and beheaded in the street to serve as a warning to others.

After Li Zhengping came from the business district, he heard that the perpetrators had been caught.

Somewhat surprised, he asked: "So soon? Did they all explain it?"

Ju Tianrui replied: "Well, the confessions are all here, and they were interrogated by cannon."

"Oh? Brother Pao is interrogating him, no wonder it's so fast..."

Li Zhengping continued to ask: "Still the same as before, kill?"

"Killing is for sure, but before killing them, let's parade them through the streets. It will be dark in two hours. You can drag them along and parade them through the trading market, and finally kill them in the square." Ju Tianrui explained.

Li Zhengping nodded: "Okay, I understand."

In the apocalypse, promises are nothing.

Especially in this kind of interrogation, no matter how good the promise is, it is useless.

But there's nothing you can do if you don't confess. If you don't confess, they'll kill you, and no one can do anything about it.

As long as they suspect you did it, Oil City can arrest you.

There's nothing you can do if you don't accept it. Even if you kill someone by mistake, you'll kill him by mistake.

In the apocalypse where the rule of law is imperfect, efficiency comes first and human rights become less important.

Everything is based on strength.

Half past four.

Groups of workers lined up and entered the barbican one by one.

Due to the accumulation of clouds, it is getting dark much faster than usual.

And since it's already November, the daylight hours have become even shorter.

Therefore, the trading market door opens later and closes earlier.

There was a cross on three pickup trucks, and three local dogs were tied to the cross.

The three of them had their hands and feet tied up, and their mouths were tied tightly with cloth strips, making them unable to speak or move.

There was a loudspeaker placed on the roof of the first pickup truck, which repeatedly played the crimes of these people.

Parade in the streets.

The pickup truck slowly drove into the trading market business district.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Pedestrians who heard the sound of the horn stopped and looked at the three local dogs in the pickup truck.

The merchants in the store heard the sound and ran out to join in the fun.

"It's them. The people from this patrol management team are so efficient. They caught the culprit on the same day!"

"These three bastards deserve it if they can't think of doing such a thankless job!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Onlookers shouted at the pickup truck.

The behavior of these three people in opening the cover affected their interests.

Everyone shouted for beating.

Bang!

A brick flew from nowhere and hit the native dog on the head. Blood quickly oozed from his head.

After this person started, many people around started throwing things at the local dogs.

But they didn't throw away any vegetable leaves. In the apocalypse, no one would be willing to throw away vegetable leaves.

What they threw away were some messy garbage, crumpled mud, gravel, red underwear with a few holes that hadn't been washed in five or six years, black and yellow socks with holes in them...

These people are also smart, and they are afraid that if they throw it incorrectly, they are afraid of hitting the window glass of the pickup truck and the patrol members, so they go to the pickup truck and throw it at a close distance.

It was thrown too accurately and with too much force, causing the heads of several people to be smashed and bleeding.

The native dog's face was ashen, and he felt extremely regretful at this moment.

Not to mention the loss of work on the construction site, I can't even save my life now.

Recalling Cannon's face, he was filled with resentment and dishonesty! He had obviously promised to spare his life.

But he still wanted to kill himself, and not only that, he also made himself suffer such humiliation!

grass!
To be continued...