Chapter 46 - I don't believe you

At the same time, Roy, who was being interrogated at the police station, was very angry. He never thought that he would be locked up by the police in such a useless way.

　　When he was extremely hungry before, he didn't think about joining those gangs or selling some special things. But when he think of my brother, all my thoughts are lost.

　　He didn't care if he would go to jail, he just thought that if he was gone, his brother could only stay in that foster family until he became an adult. This is something he didn't want to see anyway.

　　But this time, he was really innocent.

　　Because he wears a new suit and because he has the money to buy ham, it has something to do with the robbery a while ago?

　　If he was an Oriental, he would definitely scold those people with words like "dog eyes look down on people".

　　Originally, he wanted to call Laila to prove his grievances and the source of the money for the clothes, but he didn't know why, he just didn't want his embarrassed side to be shown in front of her. He always felt that if he did that, he would no longer be able to raise his head in front of her in the future.

　　But after being locked up for more than a day, he tried various explanations but couldn't persuade the bastard police to release him, he finally handed over Claire's phone number.

　　"I've said it hundreds of times. My clothes and living expenses are subsidies from a brokerage contract. Don't you believe that I can do anything? Do you want me to smash your head into a hole and pour my thoughts into it? Is it?"

Can't blame him for his bad attitude towards the police. Anyone who has been asked the same question for dozens of hours will not maintain a gentlemanly demeanor.

　　The fatigue bombing by the police is one of the methods of interrogation. Roy doesn't know if it is really effective. He only knows that if he stays any longer, even if he has not committed a crime, he wants to kill these people himself.

　　Sitting in front of him was a detective with an old and a young partner. The young one heard him say those words for the Nth time, and laughed contemptuously for the Nth time.

　　"Don't take a fluke anymore. Your accomplices have already confessed, you know? Now they are searching for new evidence while outside. As long as the evidence is available, you can be caught all at once."

　　"I have a confession *** Companion!" Roy was so angry that he burst into swearing. Even if he hadn't been in the interrogation room before, he knew that these people were deceiving him. His father is a living evidence, let him understand that people who have no serious sins will also be thrown into jail as a substitute for the dead.

　　"How many times do you want me to say it? Didn't you call the phone number? Don't you have anyone with hands, feet and mouths to ask clearly?" Roy couldn't help but feel a little worried.

　　In his mind, the actors in the movie need to maintain the noble side of the style. If you have a label of "prison inmate" on your body, it is very likely that Laila will give up. He no longer cares about whether the new job will fall on him, maybe he has will give up now.

　　After spending so many years on the streets, his biggest gain is knowing that he should never trust others lightly. No one, even parents, will not be someone you can rely on. If you want to survive, you can only rely on yourself, no one else is useful.

　　Roy didn't know that it was long after he gave Claire's phone number that someone called the phone with a playful heart. What he knew was that the number had been given for several hours, and no one showed up to help him clarify.

　　He had been mentally prepared for his being given up a long time ago, but at this moment, he knew that he was far less calm than he had imagined.

　　Thinking of the woman who was knocked down first by him, she asked him to pay $100,000 in compensation, and then squeezed in a contract that represents hope, a strange mood surged in his heart, not knowing what it was like. .

　　The young police detective spread his hands amusedly "Well, you said that the clothes on your body were given by someone else, and the money was also given by the agent. Do you know how much the clothes on your body are worth?"

The detective obviously, he prepared a long time ago and flung out a few pictures in the folder: "Did you see the logo on it? The T-shirt is worth 20,000 U.S. dollars, and the trousers and jacket add up to 40,000 U.S. dollars. There is also Shoes, belts, and accessories. All of them are genuine, and all of them are not worth 100,000 yuan. What kind of rich agent will be before you have appeared in movies, before you have no reputation he gave you something so expensive a while ago?" The

　　agency may give some subsidies to new artists who are fancy potential, but it will definitely not be so much. People also want to make money. Unless they see that you can bring more benefits, no one will be so generous in investing in a rookie that is not even a newcomer.

　　Roy only now knows that he actually have a debt of $100,000 in the past two days. It's another $100,000. Is that woman really rich enough to take money not as money? She doesn't seem to be much older than him, how can she have so much money?

　　"One hundred thousand dollars? Are you wrong?" Although he already knew the answer in his heart, he couldn't help asking the question.

　　The young and middle-aged detectives looked at each other and laughed.

　　"Don't bother in vain. Hurry up and clarify the case before the evidence is verified. We will intercede with the judge based on your cooperation. You will not stay in jail for too long."

　　Roy slapped the table abruptly, and said angrily "Enough! If you have the ability, let's go in now! What you haven't done is never done. Even if you find any messy evidence, I will never admit it!" His father's affairs made him have a very bad impression of the police, and now he can no longer control his anger when he sees them wanting to use himself as a substitute for the dead.

　　The middle-aged detective's eyes were cold, and he slapped the table sharply "You see clearly what this place is! It's not you who can be scornful! Believe it or not, I'll sue you for assaulting a policeman and let you do more A few years in prison!"

　　Roy was about to yell, and a voice came in lightly.

　　"Sorry, I really don't believe it."

　　Listening to the familiar voice, Roy looked in the direction of the door incredulously. He saw that the gate that was still closed just now had already poured in several people. Isn't the one at the front exactly Laila?

　　Roy's heart suddenly tightened at this time, and something gathered in his gray eyes like dark clouds before the storm, but even he himself didn't know when his mouth was raised in an unconscious arc.

　　"Inspector, who are they?" The two detectives stood up and asked the man who followed Laila.

　　"They are here on bail. If there is no problem, let him go." The inspector waved his hand, obviously not wanting to say anything.

　"But..." The young agent wanted to speak, but was blocked by his partner.

　　"Understood, we have nothing more to do here."