Weird live broadcast: I can deduce infinitely.

"Dan." My colleague Lao Yan came over and patted Dennis on the shoulder lightly, "Come out and smoke a cigarette with me."

"These suspects..."

"What's the matter! Don't worry."

Lao Yan's accent is very unique, and he looks carefree.

Dennis couldn't be too unsocial, so he put down the task at hand and followed Lao Yan out.

This old fritter was very good at finding places, and he led Dennis around to the back entrance of the police station.

"There is no monitoring in this place, you can play whatever you want."

"How do you know?" Dennis looked at Lao Yan curiously, recalled the road map in his mind, and deeply remembered it.

"You will understand when you go to the monitoring room someday." Lao Yan lit a cigarette, "Usually, when we watch the monitoring, we also turn a blind eye. We all come out to work, why do we talk to each other?" What’s the problem? Some surveillance probes are broken, and the camera won’t turn at all, and we don’t report it, and even if we report it, the higher-ups basically won’t send people to fix it.”

"why?"

"It needs to be punished more, my friend. If it were you, would you volunteer to ask someone to come and fix it?"

"will not."

"That's right. You increase the punishment yourself, just to repair the 'monitor' for everyone, so that everyone can't fish. This will only make everyone hate you more.

And what benefits do you get?

Nothing but verbal praise from the station master.Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make less mistakes, and do nothing is good, this is the way to survive in the police station. "

Lao Yan exhaled a smoke ring and talked to Dennis happily.

Dennis was a little puzzled, "Since there is a problem with the equipment, why didn't the station master come forward to fix it himself?"

"The station manager is not even willing to recruit cleaners, and mobilizes all the police to clean up their respective office areas. If something breaks, we let us think about repairing it ourselves. Do you think he will hire someone to fix it?

Those repairmen are all holding golden rice bowls, their lives are more comfortable than ours, and they all look at people with their nostrils upturned.Inviting them to come, those who know think they are serving us, those who don't know think we are serving them.

To be honest, I only hate myself for not being able to send my son to Wapeng Middle School.Otherwise, even if he dropped out of school, he could at least be a repairman.

Where do you look like me?Be a bad cop. "

"You should have a little respect for the law," Dennis said. "We are the defenders of the law."

"Pfft--cough-cough-"

Lao Yan couldn't catch his breath, choked on the cigarette, he coughed and laughed.

"Hahaha...I love your sense of humor. I thought the same thing as you when I first got to the police station, but after I worked for a while, I realized that there is nothing wrong with this job So much honor."

Lao Yan hooked Dennis' neck and pointed to the garbage station in the distance.

A low-level citizen toils in the garbage with a rusty helmet on.

"See that trash guy?"

"Ah."

"Our work is not fundamentally different from his." Lao Yan smiled wryly and shook his head, "In this world, we all work for them. When facing danger, we can die, but police robots cannot die. What sense of honor are you talking about with me? I am not as valuable as a robot."

Beep beep!

A business robot flew over from nowhere and pointed the surveillance camera at Lao Yan. He knew that he had slipped his words, and hurriedly covered his mouth and begged for mercy, "Brother, I'm not questioning the citizen hierarchy..."

Beep beep!

Transaction bots seem to be judging.

Dennis and his colleagues all looked at the robot with closed breaths.

"You have violated Rule A-003, and you have been sentenced to 10 years in prison. You have committed 12 accumulative violations and will be sentenced to 120 years in prison. The civil hierarchy is fundamental, please do not question it."

"Damn it. These robots are getting smarter. Sometimes I really want to just give him 1000 years, give me a monthly subscription plan, and let me scold anytime, anywhere."

Lao Yan complained in a low voice, and took the last puff of cigarette with all his strength.

"Come on, Dan, let's go back. We're going to have to interrogate the suspect in a while."

"it is good."

Dennis nodded and followed the other party back to the police station.

Chapter 235 Fake Police (1)

"Hey, who put the business robot at the entrance of the corridor?"

"I don't know, maybe it's Lao Mo."

"This is compelling. Didn't you agree that robots are not allowed at the entrance of the corridor? As a result, I was punished again today."

"You didn't say anything about it yourself, so don't blame others."

"Anyway, you are a rich man, so what is the sentence of 100 to [-]?"

"Hahaha……"

There was cheerful laughter in the office.

Lao Yan likes to talk nonsense when he has nothing to do, and he is also the person in the entire police station who has received the most punishments for talking nonsense.Hearing that he was punished, everyone was no stranger to it.

Dennis grinned and laughed with everyone.

Lao Yan didn't care, he didn't return to his work station, but punched and kicked the suspects.

"You aggressive people, tell me how did you evade the law?"

The suspect was miserable.

"Officer, we are only part-time workers, you have to ask Ergou."

"Don't worry, we will ask." Lao Yan pointed to several prisoners and said, "You go to the interrogation room with me, and you are not allowed to eat unless you explain the ins and outs clearly."

"Uh--"

Lao Yan strangled the suspects by their necks and dragged them to the interrogation room like dead dogs.

Boom!

The door to the interrogation room was closed.

Even through the door, everyone could hear Lao Yan yelling at and beating the suspect.

"It's time for the daily entertainment again."

The policemen stood up from their stations, and in pairs, they selected suspects to entertain in the interrogation room.

Dennis squinted his eyes and looked at these police officers. They could treat the interrogation as "entertainment".

"ridiculous……"

Dennis shook his head and got down to work.

afternoon time.

After the interrogation of the suspects was over, all of them were locked in the temporary prison on the ground floor.

The comatose Ergou lived next door to them.

It was time to get off work, but Dennis never left. He had been secretly searching the files, especially those of senior citizens.

Since Gu Yi's files are difficult to find, will there be any additional gains if we start from the files of these senior citizens?

For this reason, Dennis took Chen Zeyu as the center, investigated people related to him by blood, and finally discovered some temporarily unknown information.

Dennis browsed the files quickly, but heard footsteps coming from the door.

"Hello, we are here to pick up people."

"Take someone?"

Dennis closed the computer window and looked up at the person who came.

The faces of the two of them were very strange, but they were wearing police uniforms, and their police ranks were two ranks higher than their own.Lao Yan was just about to change clothes and go home, but he quickly stood at attention and saluted after seeing these two people.

"Hello sir."

Seeing Lao Yan salute, Dennis did the same.

"Hello." The two saluted back.

"What's your job, sir?"

"I'm here to pick someone up."

"Take someone?"

"Take away the criminal Ergou." One of them pointed behind him, "We need to transfer him away."

"Oh...no problem, I'll go to the office to ask the station master first." Lao Yan said, "By the way, have you brought your interrogation order?"

"it's here."

The two handed it to Lao Yan.

"Please wait a moment."

Holding on to the brim of his hat, Lao Yan trotted all the way to the station master's office.

Dennis looked at the two people in front of him, a little puzzled, and took the opportunity of pouring hot water to observe them carefully.

They have thick calluses on their index fingers and jaws, obviously they are people who often play with guns.

The officer standing on the left has a burn on the back of his hand that looks like a chemical burn.He seemed to have noticed Dennis' gaze, and quickly reached into his pocket.

"Want a cup of tea?"

Dennis raised his teacup and raised his eyebrows.

"No need." The police officer waved his hand and said, "We'll leave after picking up the prisoners."

"Oh……"

Dennis nodded and sat back in his seat.

In these two people, Dennis saw a little different temperament.

The people in the entire police station were just eating and waiting to die, doing nothing, but these two people had serious faces, and they couldn't see the old fritters at all.

Dennis became more suspicious.

He hurried to the station master's office, just in time to meet Lao Yan who was going out.

"and many more!"

"what happened?"

Dennis stopped Lao Yan, "There is something wrong with those two people."

"What's wrong?"

"Where's their warrant? Show me."

"Hey, the station master said it's okay. Why are you serious?" Lao Yan patted Dennis on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make less mistakes. It's not bad if you don't do it."

Lao Yan grinned, turned and left.

Dennis pushed the door open and walked into the room, without any explanation, he picked up the warrant on the station master's desk.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The station master looked at Dennis and dropped the cigarette in his hand in fright.

Dennis looked at the warrant carefully, picked up the magnifying glass on the table, and compared the writing on it.

"This font is wrong."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Look at this letter." Dennis pointed to another official document on the table. "The numbered font of this warrant is different from the official font used by our police station. This is a fake."

"How could it be fake? There are stamps on it."

"Can't he be a chapter carved by a radish?"

Dennis patted down the official document in his hand, turned and left the office.

The station master felt a little nervous.