823 Cut your fingers without speaking

  Qin Tian took the computer directly, placed it on the top of the car, and said to Fan Jian, "Look, which one hit you at noon."

  Fan Jianqiang moved in and found out those people at noon today.

   "It's them, look, this group of people, the dog and the man and the police at noon today!" Fan Jian pointed at the computer and was extremely angry, looking like he could not tear the other party alive in an instant.

   "Okay, I get it!" Qin Tian nodded, took the computer to the security room in shorthand, and asked the security guard if he knew the person and if he knew where he lived.

The security guard saw that Qin Tian was a member of the Heaven’s Gang, and immediately did not dare to neglect. He hurriedly checked, and after a while, he found out where the other party lived. This man was called He Yong, and the woman was his girlfriend Liu Yan. People live in Room 703, Building 13, Jintai Community.

  Getting the detailed address, Qin Tianhe and Yan Jian immediately rushed over with a bunch of younger brothers, but it was a pity that the other party was not at home, he didn't know where he went, and he couldn't find it for a while.

   "What should I do now!" Yuan Jian asked Qin Tian, ​​looking at him.

   "Don't worry, I have a way!" Qin Tian looked at Fan Jiandao, then took out his mobile phone and made a call to Liang Wendao.

   "Hey! Uncle Liang, I'm Xiaotian, how is it? It's okay recently, I haven't had time to visit you, I'm so sorry!" Qin Tian smiled on the phone. ,

   "Hehe, it's okay, I'll be fine if I have time, how about it, what can I do with my uncle!" Liang Wendao was very straightforward and went straight to the subject, because he knew that Qin Tian would not be okay to find him.

   "It's like this, Uncle Liang, I'm looking for someone, your subordinate, I suspect that he colluded with the gangster and hurt my friend. I will show you a picture and I hope you can find it for me."

"What happened, Qin Tian, ​​tell your uncle, and uncle will help you solve it!" Liang Wendao asked with concern immediately, so Qin Tian told Liang Wendao what had happened before. Liang Wendao was extremely angry when he heard it, and immediately stopped. Ask Qin Tian to send him the picture, and he ordered someone to find it.

After a while, Liang Wendao called Qin Tian and told Qin Tian that he had found him. The policeman was called Jin Heming, and he was a policeman from the street police station near Jintai Community. Liang Wendao had already ordered the other party to be arrested directly because there was no evidence. For the time being, he couldn't do anything about Jin Heming, so he locked him up and waited for Qin Tian to pass.

"Go, go to the police station!" Qin Tian faced Fan Jiandao, and immediately got in the car. Fan Jian hurriedly followed, looking at Qin Tian a little uneasy: "Shall we go directly to the police station to find the policeman? I'm afraid it won't work. Ah, will we be arrested if we go this way."

  Fan Jian is not stupid, he immediately guessed Qin Tian's thoughts.

"It's okay, the policeman has been caught, we can go!" Qin Tian said lightly. Fan Jian's chin is almost falling off next to him. What kind of identity is Qin Tian? The police have done it all, too. It's terrible, is Qin Tian a super senior member of the Heavenly Gang?

   Soon, the two came to the street police station, parked the car, and the two went directly inside.

"You are Mr. Qin!" A young policeman walked towards Qin Tian, ​​looked at Qin Tian and asked, a little nervous, because this was the person who was ordered to receive by the chief personally, with a noble and ruthless identity. , He dare not neglect.

   "I am, Jin Heming." Qin Tian nodded and asked.

  "Mr. Qin, please, Jin Heming is locked in the interrogation room." The little policeman said as he led Qin Tian towards the inside of the room, led them to the door of an interrogation room and opened the door directly.

  In the interrogation room, a 30-year-old black-toothed policeman was chained to a chair, looking at a loss. This is Jin Heming.

Jin Heming felt very depressed today. He originally helped a rich second generation to get a small fortune at noon and prepared to celebrate in the evening, but before he got off work, he was ordered to be arrested by the director personally, saying what he was talking about. Combine, frame good people.

Jin Heming has done a lot of this kind of thing, and the people in the house also know about it. There has been nothing wrong with Jin Heming, because Jin Heming can be a man, but I don’t know what happened this time, and it was spread to the director. Knowing who hated him so much, he made a small report and knocked down the chief, and he was not the chief of the sub-bureau, but went to the chief of the city police station. This is a big trouble.

   What makes Jing Heming even more depressed is that he didn't know what went wrong, and it was strange that no one would interrogate him if he was locked up here.

"Mr. Qin, he is Jin Heming. Just ask him if you have any questions. I'll go out first." The little policeman walked out consciously and locked the door, obviously knowing that Qin Tian was going to be inside. What are you doing? Give Qin Tian a space and let him play freely.

"It's you!" Jin Heming saw Fan Jian's face change suddenly, and he obviously recognized it. Today at noon he colluded with He Yong and let them go directly and earned a lot of money, while Fan Jian's case was postponed indefinitely. Dragging, don't arrest Fan Jian.

   "Why, are you nervous? Have you done anything wrong!" Qin Tian said slowly while watching Jing Heming.

"Huh! Tell me honestly. Find out the murderer who hurt my father. I saw you colluding together at noon today. Say it!" Fan Jian was so angry that he immediately drank and reached out and grabbed Jin Heming's. The collar, one hand made the appearance of wanting to hit Jin Heming.

  Jin Heming finally knows now. It turned out that he was planted in Fan Jian's hands. It was just that he had investigated Fan Jian's background. Fan Jian was a poor family and had no background. Why would the director come forward?

"I don't, don't spit people!" Jing Heming directly denied it. Although Director Fan Jianyou is backing him, as long as he refuses to admit it, no one can touch him. Anyway, does anyone know about him and He Yong? There is no evidence, no one can take him anything, and He Yong’s matter is implicated in him. Once something happens, He Yong will definitely help him. With He Yong’s money, it’s not a problem to get him out, so Jing Heming can be said to be right now. There is no fear.

"Huh! I'm bloody. I watched you together at the gate of the community at noon today. You said that you couldn't catch people, but you were with them. It's not collusion!" Fan Jian roared, Jing Heming didn't admit it and provoke him. It made him even more annoyed.

"That's your dazzling, I don't even know that person!" Jin Heming denied, looking at Fan Jian calmly. Fan Jian was furious and immediately reached out to hit Jin Heming, but Qin Tian stopped him. .

"Come on, Fan Jian, take a break. It's useless to reason with him when dealing with this kind of person. I will teach you a way!" Qin Tian said as he pulled Fei Fan Jian away and walked to Jin Heming. .

   "You said you don't know He Yong, right?" Qin Tian asked slowly while looking at Jin Heming.

"I don't know who you are talking about!" Jin Heming is not a fool. He knows Qin Tian is playing with him. He has been a policeman for more than ten years. An old fried dough stick from the police station is not easy to get caught. The person who makes a mockery.

"Yes, you performed well and professionally, then, now, I will give you a chance, remember, only once, you immediately call He Yong to come out, then I will save you from the suffering of skin and flesh, otherwise, You will see it with your own eyes when the game ends!" Qin Ting said faintly, a sharp dagger appeared on his injury, spinning quickly, glowing with a cold glow.

Jin Heming's face changed suddenly when he saw it, but he quickly calmed down: "What do you want to do, torture a confession? This is a police station. What you dare to do is against the government. You will go to jail. Don't think it has anything to do with the director. If you can do anything wrong, Gwangju City is not the Secretary's world!"

  Qin Tian looked at Jin Heming and shook his head. Without speaking, he grabbed Jin Heming's hands, pressed them on the table, and slashed them down.

   "Shoo!"

"what!"

Jin Heming did not react at all. Qin Tian cut off his finger and cut off the index finger of his right hand. The blood filled the table in an instant. Fan Jian looked at Qin Tian so much, and he couldn't help but tensed. For a moment.

"Ah...you dare to chop off my finger, you will be in jail!" Jin Heming looked at Qin Tian and roared, struggling desperately, trying to get his hands back, but it didn't work. Qin Tian's strength was too strong. , Pressed his hand tightly.

"Don't worry, I won't go to jail. Even if I kill all of you, I'll be fine!" Qin Tian said lightly, violently swinging the dagger again, and instantly cut off Jin Heming's middle finger, and Jin Heming was in pain again. Wow yelling.

"Quickly let me go, let me go, I should tell you where He Yong is!" Jin Heming yelled in horror. The first time he met someone like Qin Tian, ​​he cut off the policeman's finger at the police station. It was a lunatic. what.

"You said something wrong, and cut your finger again!" Qin Tian cut off his ring finger in an instant after he finished speaking. The table was already bright red and it was extremely dazzling. Fan Jian was accustomed to seeing it. .

   "Please let go, I, I will do whatever you want me to do, please, please don't cut my fingers!"

   "You made a mistake again!" Qin Tian waved the knife again, cut off his tail finger, then pointed the knife at his thumb, looked at Jin Heming, and waited for him to speak.

  At this moment, Jin Heming's face was pale, and the pain was beyond words.

   "I...I called him over immediately, please don't look at my...fingers!" Jin Heming said with a horrified expression.

  Qin Tian gestured with a knife, but finally did not cut it off: "Finally, I am right, let's call!"

  Qin Tian cut off his handcuffs, took out his mobile phone, and asked him to make a call.

  Jin Heming saw that Qin Tian finally didn’t cut his index finger. He breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly called with his uninjured hand...