Cosma Empire

A new day has arrived, and the sun is as bright as yesterday, but I don’t know why Juan always feels a decadent smell in the air. It has been the fourth day since he was locked in this room with only about five square meters. Except for the first day, someone asked him through the small window that was only the size of a palm to ask him if there was anything he wanted to explain. No one has come until now. Had a word with him.

He was about to go crazy, and he pulled his hair fiercely, letting the pain tell himself that he was actually still alive.

With a bang, the food delivery window under the iron door was suddenly moved aside, and an uneven plate containing some food for dogs was thrown in by someone outside. Juan rushed over immediately, lying on the ground, looking out through the small window, he saw a pair of very cheap leather shoes, a pair of pants that cost no more than ten yuan, and most of the figure.

"Say something, please, say something!", Juan begged, he desperately wanted to talk to someone, he used to think that people would be long-winded and annoying when they got older. But he didn't realize until today what a pleasure it is to have someone nagging in his ear. He lifted one of the pair of leather shoes, and he sat up decisively, then stared blankly at the window being closed.

He was almost kicked yesterday, so he no longer dared to try the attitude of the people here to himself.

Looking at the disgusting food on the ground with his head tilted, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, picked up the plate numbly as if resigned to his fate, then wiped his right hand on his not-so-clean pants, and inserted his fingers into the sticky food. A finger-sized potato was scooped out of the mushy wheat paste and stuffed into his mouth. At the beginning, he chose to raise his head and proudly face these difficulties that might be torture to him.

But soon he lost to his stomach and started eating. He is not a person with great courage and perseverance. He can't guarantee that if he goes on a hunger strike, people outside will ignore him. The taste of these wheat kernel pastes is like thickened pot water, with a strong paste smell, which is difficult to swallow.

After eating, he poured the rest of the plate into the toilet in the corner. The first time he ate this kind of junk food, he didn't have the courage to continue eating after only two mouthfuls. As a result, they poured the new food directly in the second meal. There is leftover food, so don't overestimate the attitude and quality of these people, this is Juan's experience.

He silently shook the water off the plate, and then put the plate back under the window. He hadn't done this before. He thought that people from outside would come in and take away the plate. He also planned to communicate with the supervisor about himself. matter. It wasn't until the second, third, and fourth meal that the other party didn't bring him food that he realized that he should return the plate to the people outside. At the same time, it was also through this incident that he clearly understood that hunger strikes are meaningless.

He put the plate away, and began to recite some operas that he could not remember clearly. He had to make his mind normal and not be tortured into a psychosis. He wants to get out of here alive and seek revenge on those people.

He still has money,

He believes that the judiciary will prove his innocence. After his money is unfrozen, he will let the people here know what will happen to them when they anger a rich man.

I don’t know if his prayers worked, but the iron door suddenly opened, and he stood up abruptly. Two young men in formal clothes stood outside the door, looking at him indifferently, “Mr. Juan, please join us Walk."

Juan tidied up his somewhat messy clothes, and walked out with his head held high. Under the "protection" of two young people, he was sent into a room. In the four corners of the room, a video camera was working. The tape reel was slowly rotating, and the red camera light was also on.

"Sit!" There was a square table made up of two long tables in the room, and a young man was sitting on the other side of the square table. It seemed that everyone here was very young. He pointed to the only chair opposite, and said the word in a commanding tone.

Juan grinned and sat on the chair, his eyes fixed on the young man's face, and he wanted to keep this face in his heart.

Amp doesn't care about Juan's aggressive behavior. He has seen many people who are more aggressive than Juan, and they can't do anything to themselves, let alone a small rich man from other places?

"My name is Anpu!" Anpu introduced his name in the first sentence, and he was not at all afraid of Juan's thoughts of revenge on himself, "Maybe you think you are wronged, of course I read all relevant After the document, I also think that you may be wronged. But this is meaningless to our current situation, then I ask, you answer. If your attitude, your answer makes me unsatisfied, you have to go back to that place Go, stay here for a while. Maybe after this case is solved, I will remember that someone is still locked there."

Anpu's words softened Juan's gaze, and he didn't continue to stare at Anpu. Being able to say such words without any worries in front of the camera showed that Anpu was much more powerful than he imagined.

"First question, do you know Mr. Hodock?", An Pu's gaze stayed on Juan's face. He watched Juan's memories for a while, shook his head and said he didn't know him, and then asked the second question. A question, "How did you and Mr. Luke meet?"

"He came to me and wanted to deal with Durin with me, and then I agreed to this request. Durin is his enemy and also my enemy."

Anpu wrote down the name Doolin on the notebook, and showed it to Juan, "Is it spelled like this?" Juan nodded in agreement, and Anpu took back the notebook and continued to ask, "Do you know Mr. Luke? Was he involved in investing in other companies? Or did he say he had a listed company, or knew someone like that?"

"No!"

The interrogation lasted for nearly an hour. After the end, Anpu asked Juan to be sent back to the cell. He shook his head slowly while arranging the notes in his hand. There is no doubt that Juan is not very suspicious. His family history from existence to non-existence appeared in front of An Pu at a glance. This is a man who is a bit scheming and ruthless enough, at least he was like this when he was young. All his life trajectories stay in Illian, and it is impossible for him to get to Hodock and other capital forces. He may have been framed by those people.

Anpu, who was thinking about the case, didn't notice that Clark had come in. He stood by the wall and waited for Anpu to finally find him when he came back to his senses. Then he walked to the chair where Juan had been sitting and sat down, "How is it?" , is this person suspected?"

An Pu shook his head, "He was implicated, the problem should still be Luke, and I think Luke is unlikely to be a participant, he was also used by others."

Clark frowned, "You mean the two people we brought back from Illian are useless?"

Anpu smiled slightly, "No, Luke is useful. I think Luke has seen the participants in this scam, even the mastermind, so he was dragged down by that person. He definitely has conflicts or disagreements with that person From Juan's confession just now, I think that this person named Du Lin is a certain suspect, but the only trouble is that up to now, we have no direct or indirect evidence to accuse this person. Without evidence, just There is no way to subpoena him, and unless we can get even circumstantial evidence, we'd better not alert him first!"

"If we can't get an arrest warrant or a search warrant, there is nothing we can do for a rich man like Du Lin." Anpu added that this is also the thing he is most afraid of encountering in solving various cases over the years.

Every rich man is not easy to mess with. They can pull up a luxurious team of lawyers to fight against the criminals anytime and anywhere. Among his brilliant achievements in the past, there is such a person, a rich man, but not rich enough to be called a rich man. But even then, it took An Pu nearly eighteen months to successfully find his flaw and send him to prison.

Prior to this, he received death threats, counter-accusations from those lawyers, and even judicial departments to investigate his illegal evidence collection and harassment of others. Even the public opinion in the region has unified the caliber and direction, describing An Pu as an evil prosecutor who makes profits by persecuting the rich. They even fabricated some evidence to prove that An Pu extorted bribes from suspects.

And now the guy they have to face has financial resources that are many times that of the guy in the past. What's more troublesome is that this suspect is smarter, more cunning, more careful, more daring and more patient than those fools that An Pu has ever seen.

If he is really a participant or even the mastermind, then it is very likely that he has the astonishing amount of stolen money in his hands. If he uses the stolen money to fight a lawsuit with the investigation team, it will definitely be a disaster. When the lawsuit dragged on for long enough, the people above lost their patience, and they would call Hodok to sacrifice the flag, and this may also be the reason why the other party was so unscrupulous.

He has already arranged all the retreats and back-ups for himself. This is a cunning criminal, a criminal with a high IQ.

Clark frowned, squinted his eyes and rubbed his cheeks. This case has made him very troubled. If it can't be solved, he will probably be investigated too. Suddenly he patted his forehead and remembered something, "By the way, I remember that Luke said that six million had been taken from Durin's account. Is this the case? If this is the case, then we completely An application can be made to a judge to have Dooling 'assist' in our investigation."