Chapter 119 09: Questioning (nine updates)
“Don’t be nervous, we are just doing routine questioning.”
Police station.
A policewoman of the same origin as Abdul noticed Abdul's nervousness and comforted him softly.
"Thank you, thank you, I, what is it? I have been at work recently, and I have never done anything illegal. I have never done anything illegal before. I always park my car in places where parking is allowed."
"Okay, okay, I understand. When we ask you questions later, you can just say it directly. Don't hide anything. Can you do it?"
Abdul nodded absently.
"Don't worry too much. I have applied for a lawyer for you, and he will accompany you later."
"Okay, thank you. Thank you."
Working this morning , he was taken away by two police officers, which made him nervous, who was already guilty, and gave him a desperate urge to reveal what happened yesterday.
But every time this thought came up, he seemed to see Brother Martin standing not far away, looking at him with a sinister look, and the hip-hop guy said to him, "If you dare to say that, your family will be dead." The serious Xiao Hei made a motion of slitting his throat.
He could only shut up.
He had no choice.
Yes, I have no choice, it's none of my business.
He steeled himself, forcing himself to stop shaking and forget everything that happened yesterday.
In the agony of waiting, the aid lawyer they were waiting for arrived.
"I'm Alex, hello." A black man in a suit stretched out his hand toward Abdul.
"Hello, I am Abdul."
After greeting each other, the questioning began.
"Mr. Abdul, were you repairing the water pipes at Leroy's house from about 10 to 10:35 yesterday morning?"
"Leroy, yes, I remember there was such a household, but I forgot the specific time of departure."
"We asked your boss and said that after you repaired the water pipes at Leroy's house, Why did you come back late?”
“I just smoked in the car and relaxed for a while.” This was the excuse he had thought up not long ago.
“Do you have any black friends?” another police officer asked abruptly.
“Huh? There are many black people in my apartment and company, and we are familiar with them. I don’t know if they are friends.”
"Police officer, has it been confirmed in this case that the suspect is a black man?" Alex's lawyer, who had been silent, spoke up, staring directly at the police officer.
The police officer shrugged: "The injured said he heard an accent before he fell unconscious."
"So based on this accent, do you assume that the suspect is black? This police officer is so hasty. Drawing conclusions quickly will not make you appear wise, but will make people question the quality of your work." Alex spoke very quickly, with an inexplicable rhythm.
The police officer's tone was a bit rude: "Hey, someone is dead now. We have to seize the few clues, and there is no surveillance in that place."
"You said someone is dead. Dead?" Abdul asked in shock. The police officer was keenly aware of his emotional changes: "Yes, the deceased is a college girl, and the injured is his grandfather. Do you know anything?"
“No, no, I was just surprised that I was involved in a murder case. It was so shocking, I need to slow down. The girl was very friendly, and she gave me some fruit, but I didn’t touch it. I have never seen such enthusiastic customers." Abdul touched his stuffy heart and felt it was difficult to breathe.
"As long as you have nothing to do with the case, don't worry. I will make sure that you are not the victim of someone who wants to take credit." Alex glanced at the police officer with a vague look.
The police officer was about to show off his face, but was stopped by the female police officer, and the fight broke out: "We just don't let go of any details. Since there are clues in this regard, we have to pursue them. Okay, Mr. Abdul, please carefully recall, did nothing noteworthy happen that day? For example, when you were relaxing in the car, did you see some people sneaking around Leroy's house?"
Abdel’s mother’s teachings flashed through his mind: Don’t meddle in other people’s business.
This is the way of survival for the people at the bottom.
However, the young woman's smile lingered.
"I" Abdul looked up, glanced at Alex, and then at the two police officers, ".I really didn't find anything unusual."
The police officers looked at each other. .
"Okay, this is about a murder case. If you remember anything, you can come to us at any time."
In a daze, he didn't know when he would return home.
He didn't even ask for leave, and it was rare that his boss didn't call to urge him. He might have been frightened by the client's death, for fear of implicating him, but when it comes to dismissal, please, this task is still his. It’s arranged!
So I turned a blind eye and treated it as giving Abdul a day off.
"Abdul? What happened? Why did you come back so early?" My mother asked nervously and concerned when she saw that Abdul came back so early and looked lost.
"Martin and the others killed people." Abdul's voice was very low, but his mother still heard it.
Her expression changed suddenly, and she went back to her room and saw that Fahd was still sleeping. She breathed a sigh of relief, then closed the curtain on the only window and brought Abdul into his room.
"Please tell me carefully, are the police looking for you?"
"Well, this morning."
"You did a good job, don't feel sorry, My dear, what you said is of no importance at all. Do you think they have no other way to find out how many people live in that house? What's more, these people can do anything. Since their target is the old man, even him. We are all human beings, and they will look for opportunities to take action.”
“But—that girl is a very good person. She also studies the plight of immigrants and helps.”
"Don't believe these hypocrites! They are all a way to win votes for customers! Maybe she had such a plan, so she did such research. And if the research is really useful, why do we still live in such a dark place? Slums! Why can't you get a fair and consistent education! Why did your father die!"
She almost roared.
Abdel stared blankly at his mother, whose eyes were red, as if he were looking at a stranger.
"Huh, I'm sorry, I'm too excited. Don't imitate me, don't imitate your father, and don't imitate your brother. Impulsiveness is the devil. Don't meddle in other people's business. This is the survival rule for us at the bottom." Mother. He gasped for breath and regained his composure, his smile was forced and his voice was choked.
Abdul nodded as if unconsciously.
"My child, diligence is the only way out for you and us. We can't afford any accidents. I don't want to lose anything anymore." The mother sniffed and tried her best to soften her voice, "Forget about her. This matter is over. , it’s all over.”
Will it really be over?
Abdel thought blankly.
(End of this chapter)