MTL - Blue and White Society-Chapter 31 sing together

  Chapter 31 One Sings One Harmony

  Mo Poor led the police into the hotel. Along the way, he could see traces of fighting in the living room, kitchen knives and iron bars on the second floor, and children standing still against the wall.

   Regarding the situation at the scene, Mo Qiong can just tell the truth.

   When checking on the children, the police also found that they were somewhat autistic, and only the oldest one spoke after repeated comfort from everyone.

  When asked why the children did not speak, the child said: "Can't talk, can't cry... If you make a sound, you will be beaten..."

   Say a word and hit once, and hit again after crying. No matter who it is, when they cry a hundred times, they will be beaten a hundred times, and no one will dare to cry for the hundred and one hundredth time.

  Simple, rude and effective, so that they took all the way from the north to the south, even if there were others passing by, none of the children would make more noise.

  This kid, spoke out about being transported all along, but that's all.

  As for where his home is, which cities he passed through, and who participated in the transportation process, he didn't know anything.

  About the family information of these children, five of them were provided by Mo Poor. Mo Poor wrote down their parents' information and their household registration locations one by one.

  At this moment, he not only actively notified the parents of the five children, but also provided relevant information to the police.

   "Okay, young man, do you remember these things so clearly?" said a policeman.

Mo Qiong smiled and said, "Because a friend of mine's younger brother was kidnapped. It's been four years and I haven't found it yet. So I'm very concerned about this kind of thing. I read several posts on the forum about looking for children." , all posted in the last few months, I remember it very clearly."

  The policeman nodded, patted Mo Poor on the shoulder and said, "There are many cases like this. The one you said has not been recovered in four years. It must no longer be in the hands of the traffickers. The situation of the child... is also very complicated."

  Mo Poor said: "Some of these children are from the north. They were sent here all the way. They must have been transferred to several places. I think there will be a large number of gangs behind these people."

  The policeman said: "That's for sure, the higher-ups will step up the interrogation, maybe your friend's brother was also done by this group."

   "I think so too, well, I have a few questions I want to ask them, is it okay?" Mo Poor asked.

   "If you want to ask, you can ask here. After they take it away, I will take care of it." The policeman said.

  Mo Poor was taken aback and said, "Why?"

  The old policeman smiled and said: "We are a county seat, and it is impossible to lead the investigation of this kind of nationwide gang..."

  He explained a little bit, and Mo Poor understood.

  With such a few people caught, it is impossible to find out all the people behind them, so these people will be sent to the city, interrogated by several large task forces, and comprehensively investigated together with similar cases in other regions.

The interrogation data of the traffickers caught all over the country must be compiled and analyzed by the special case team to find out which waves of people are actually a group, and then combine several related cases into one case, and wait until everything is investigated. Re-collect the net for a nationwide arrest and rescue.

  The county bureau is in charge now, after a rough interrogation, it will be handed over to the city.

  It is exactly the same, there are not so many rules here, and when the policemen heard that Mo Poor was looking for a child who had been missing for four years, they didn't mind him interrogating him.

  In the county bureau, a human trafficker was sitting on a chair, yelling to go to the hospital.

"Hey... hey... take me to the hospital..." The trafficker had half of his teeth knocked out with a stick by Mo Poor. He couldn't even speak at the moment. The police only dealt with him briefly, but the pain was still unbearable .

   With a creak, the door opened, and Mo Poor walked in with a policeman.

  The human trafficker fell silent when he saw it, and curled up on the chair.

  The policeman sat at the table and spread out the notebook, while Mo Poor went straight to the trafficker and looked down at him.

   "What...what's going on...he's an undercover agent?" The trafficker was terrified of Mo Qiong, trembling all over.

  Seeing Mo Poor can enter the interrogation room, thinking he is also a policeman.

  The police didn’t say anything, and they didn’t formally tell the traffickers about the routine speech before the interrogation. This actually showed that this was not a formal interrogation. Theoretically, the traffickers could say nothing.

  But the trafficker didn't know, and no one told him.

   "Have you seen this?" Mo Poor took out the longevity lock.

  The human trafficker looked at the longevity lock with a sad face, shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it..."

  Mo Poor said indifferently: "You think it through before answering."

  The human trafficker shuddered, hurriedly looked again, and said: "Brother! Don't hit me...I...I really don't know you."

  Mo Poor was very disappointed. The trafficker probably wasn't lying. When he looked at the Longevity Lock, his eyes didn't change.

  Of course, maybe he forgot, or maybe he was a scheming guy, Mo Poor couldn't see it.

  After thinking about it, Mo Poor changed the question and asked, "What did you use to transport the children, and where were you before you came here?"

  The trafficker said honestly: "The ones from Feixi...use a van."

   "Earlier? Don't squeeze toothpaste with me!" Mo Qiong gave him a glare.

  The human trafficker said twice, and hastily explained everything he knew about the itinerary.

  The police watching from behind looked at the well-behaved trafficker in amazement, and quickly recorded a large number of clues given by the trafficker.

  Generally speaking, unless it is a real old fox, violence can destroy people's resistance.

  Just like the methods they used to make the children extremely well-behaved along the way, at this moment the traffickers are like a little chicken in front of Mo Poor.

  They are not afraid of the police, but of ruthless people.

  Some things that the police may not even be able to ask, at this moment, I told Mo Poor one by one, and his psychological resistance completely collapsed.

  In this state, the police can also beat people up, but that would be extorting a confession by torture.

  But Mo Poor is not a policeman, and Mo Poor's vicious impression was typed out before they were arrested.

  At that time, what kind of beating was used to extract a confession? It's just subduing them.

  Hitting before being caught and hitting after being caught are two different things, with different natures.

  Mo Poor didn't call anymore, but that impression had already been deeply implanted in the trafficker's mind.

  This human trafficker, who had half of his teeth knocked out with a stick before, could be said to have been psychologically shadowed by Mo Poor, and now he is afraid of seeing Mo Poor.

  Mo Poor just stood in front of him, and the trafficker dared not hide anything.

  After explaining almost everything, Mo Poor continued to ask: "Is there any more? I have to ask other people, if you find out that you have concealed... Well, I am a bit obsessive-compulsive, and the most common thing I see is to have to be symmetrical."

   As he spoke, Mo Poor looked at the other half of the trafficker's teeth.

The trafficker burst into tears, begging: "Brother, I really have nothing to say, I'm just a small character, they might know more than me, but that's all I know, please let me go. "

  Mo Qiong nodded to the policeman, indicating that this is all right.

  The policeman smiled at Mo Poor, took the man out, and brought in another one.

   A few hours later, the four traffickers were all interrogated by Mo Poor, and the process was extremely relaxed.

  The police looked at the rich confessions and determined that this was a very large gang that spanned seven provinces and involved at least hundreds of criminals. It's a pity that this confession has no formal legal effect, and what these people know is only the tip of the iceberg. Perhaps this information can be integrated into other trafficking cases, pieced together, and analyzed comprehensively, but that is the task of the task force.

   "Yes, little brother, you can ask so many things." The old policeman laughed.

  Mo Poor smiled and said, "Be honest and be lenient. Everyone has been arrested, and it doesn't matter whoever asks."

   "It's not just bullying the weak and fearing the strong, so you have to have a ruthless person like you to punish them. By the way, I see that you keep asking about this longevity lock, but it seems that they don't know it." The old policeman said.

  Mo Poor nodded and said: "According to their account, they all joined in the past two or three years. Only one of them may know about what happened four years ago."

   "Yes, there is another one in the hospital. If you want to ask, you can ask them all." The old policeman said.

   was the only trafficker who was sent to the hospital to treat his wounds.

  Mo Poor came to the hospital to find him in person, and he had already completed the operation.

   "Hi, I'm here to see you." Mo Poor walked into the ward with the police.

   "Don't come here, I was wrong, I was really wrong." The trafficker cried when he saw him.

  Mo Poor walked up to him and sat down, took out the longevity lock and said, "Do you know this?"

  The trafficker froze for a moment, and said, "Longevity Lock."

   "Do you know whose it is?" Mo Poor asked with a smile.

   "Qin...Liang, it's written on it." The trafficker said softly.

  Mo Poor sneered, compared with the other four, this guy's answer seemed normal, but it was strange.

  He definitely knew what Mo Poor wanted to ask, but he chose to give nonsense answers. In comparison, the other four all directly said they didn't know, unlike him deliberately pretending to be stupid.

   "Did you throw it to Hefei's waste recycling station?" Mo Qiong asked abruptly.

   "It's not me..." After the trafficker finished speaking, he was stunned.

  Mo Poor asked: "Who is that?"

  The policeman also looked at him, because he obviously knew it.

  The traffickers were silent.

   "Crack!" Mo Poor kicked him off the bed.

  The human trafficker screamed, looked at Mo Poor in horror and said, "I... I was arrested! The police don't care!"

  The policeman who came in with Mo Poor hurriedly pulled Mo Poor and said, "Don't do anything, this is in the hospital."

  The traffickers were relieved when they saw that the police really took care of them, but Mo Qiong kicked him again.

  He cried out in pain: "Why do you still hit me!"

  Mo Poor said calmly: "Because I am willing to accept mediation."

  The trafficker was taken aback, and the policeman next to him couldn't laugh or cry.

   "I'm sorry, I think he is upset, I was impulsive, please ask the policeman to mediate..." Mo Poor said to the policeman on the side.

  The policeman blinked and said: "If it's just a quarrel and hit someone, we can mediate as much as possible... You should pay him some medical expenses."

   "Okay, no problem." Mo Poor said.

   "I don't accept it!" the trafficker said hastily.

  Mo Poor asked: "What if the other party doesn't accept the mediation?"

  The policeman frowned and said: "Then you will be punished. If it is minor, you will be fined 500 yuan and detained for less than five days."

  After hearing this, Mo Poor kicked him away again.

  The human trafficker wailed, and Mo Poor said, "I'm sorry, I was impulsive again... Please ask the police brother to mediate."

"I do not…"

  The trafficker continued to speak, but seeing Mo Poor raised his foot, he immediately changed his words: "I accept, accept..."

  Seeing that he admitted his cowardice, Mo Poor squatted in front of him and said, "Tell me where you sent Qin Liang four years ago...I want to know everything about him."

   "I've been caught, so just confess. You don't have to say anything, but I will never let it go."

   "Don't worry, there is no need for the police to embarrass you. I would rather accept detention than beat you until you can't take care of yourself."

   Hearing this, the policeman was astonished and said: "You are still a college student, and you were detained in the file."

  Mo Poor said calmly: "I don't care."

  The policeman said with great emotion: "There is no way! I will write a self-criticism now, and say that I didn't hold you back."

   "I'm really sorry." Mo Poor said.

   "Small matter, hit me too, I want to do it myself, it's not as simple as writing a self-criticism." The policeman laughed.

   Seeing the two singing together, the traffickers collapsed.

  One is willing to be detained, and the other is willing to write a review. This is really hopeless.

   "Brother, let me tell you, I admire you, I really admire you..."

  …

   p.s: Fiction, don’t learn.

  (end of this chapter)