"Papa, papa"

A man with a naked upper body and tattoos all over his body.

He waved a red whip vigorously.

I saw the whip swinging out in a perfect arc.

A precise hit on the back of a fat man.

The fat man's limbs were tied tightly to the wall.

Therefore, he must not try hard to tilt his face.

If his face hadn't been tilted like this, the fat man would have suffocated long ago.

The walls around the slightly fat man are covered with various objects whose uses are obvious at a glance.

Or a tool that serves no purpose anyway.

There were no less than twenty whip marks crisscrossing the back of the slightly fat man.

As the tattooed man's whip fell.

The fat man opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to scream.

But when he looked at the last thing he felt, his throat suddenly choked.

The fat man suddenly straightened his body without taking a breath.

Of course this wasn't what he really wanted to do.

It is a freezing reaction caused by severe pain.

Soon his body relaxed again,

His eyes were closed tightly, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he had fallen into a coma.

The tattooed man put the whip in his hand into the reddish salt water bucket next to him.

A mixture of blood, water and salt water continued to flow from the whip.

"Hey, here you go again, let's see how long you can keep pretending."

The tattooed man said, taking out a long-handled spoon from the salt water bucket.

Scoop out a full spoonful of salt water from the bucket.

He raised his arm and poured a spoonful of salt water onto the fat man.

The salt water left along the whip marks.

"Ah——!" The fat man finally came to his senses.

Of course he was not pretending just now, but he was awakened from a coma by the strong stimulation of salt water.

"Explain your crime honestly and you can go home."

"You shameless guy, I am a legal citizen, you can't abuse me like this!"

"Maybe you were once, but you are no longer. You are a criminal."

"You are the criminal, I am innocent"

"Let's use this whip to prove who the criminal is."

The tattooed man said, taking out the whip soaked in salt water.

Chandler walked into the cell and looked at the tattooed man who raised the whip again.

"Hermes, you can stop now"

"Yes, Inspector"

Chandler reached over to the table and picked up the interrogation transcript.

But it was empty, nothing was written on it.

"He confessed nothing?"

"I'm sorry, sir, maybe I didn't hit him hard enough just now, so he's still holding on."

Inspector Chandler said to Hermes: "Okay, now you can go back and continue to paste those cardboard boxes."

Thinking of those endless cardboard boxes in the room like an ocean.

There were also buckets of sticky paste that exuded a pungent smell.

Hermes felt sick and looked at Inspector Chandler pitifully.

"Sir, I like this better than the cardboard box. If you give me another half hour, I won't let you down."

Chandler bent his head and put his mouth almost on Hermes' ear.

He said in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Hermes, we can't use this method for the time being. I just learned that his father is a well-known local nobleman and also runs some businesses. There are already parliamentarians speaking for him."

Hermes immediately threw the whip he was so fond of a moment ago into the bucket of salt water.

The whip burrowed into the salt water like a water snake and hid in the blood stains that settled at the bottom of the water.

"Nobles, congressmen, detectives, these sound scary. I won't get into any trouble, right?"

"Hermes, you are mine. Of course I will protect you. If it doesn't work, just hand over one or two of your subordinates. By the way, take him to the pool and wash him well."

, I have to release him later.”

"Yes, sir, I guarantee that he will be fat and white later."

"Remember, you are not allowed to do anything to him. I need to hand him over cleanly."

"I understand, nobles, congressmen, and their relatives and friends are all people we poor people cannot afford to offend."

Watch Hermes carry the prisoner out of the room.

Detective Chandler frowned and said to Charlie, who had been following him silently like a shadow.

"Charlie, you saw it. Now we need a new suspect. That building is your territory. Do you have any good suggestions for me?"

Charlie shook his head quickly: "There should be fifty houses in the whole building, and the houses on the rooftop. If you consider that some of them are whole families, and there are some people who share the house, the total number of people is between one hundred and two hundred.

Time, I don’t have a clue, we can’t arrest everyone and whip them!”

Chandler looked at Charlie, as if an elder looked down on his junior.

"Mr. Spy, most of the people in the building have good hearts. Besides, having no status and living in poverty is not a sin in itself."

Chandler shook his head and said to Charlie: "Charlie, Charlie, your father and I are old friends, and he asked me to take care of you.

Every case that occurs is a disaster for an incompetent person, but for those of us who are capable enough, it is a good opportunity to make contributions.

Those poor guys, even if he didn't do this case, it's entirely possible that he did other cases that we don't know about.

Also, even if they don't do it now, it doesn't mean that they won't do it in the future. Maybe he is planning some big case. We are not wrong at all by doing this, and there is a great chance to solve the case, which is good for everyone.

That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

As the first generation to graduate from the police academy.

Charlie was not interested in the way these cruel officials handled the case.

But he is just a young agent, so he has no ability to change all this.

Chandler was like a kind elder, teaching this incompetent junior diligently.

Charlie lowered his head and said nothing.

But he has made up his mind.

Detective Chandler must not be allowed to bring those friends on the rooftop into this room.

Finally Chandler finished what he wanted to say: "Let's go, it's almost time to get off work"

The two walked out of the dark cell and looked at the westward sun.

The bad luck in the cell just now seemed to be gone.

A guy in uniform with a sinister look on his face walked towards them.

"Detective Chandler, I have something to talk to you about."

"Sphynx, you seem to have gained weight again"

"Detective Chandler, I am worried."

"What do you have to worry about?"

"Can't you bring in more suspects? I need more people who can paste cardboard boxes to complete this week's task."
Chapter completed!