Chapter 370: These People Are Amateurs, Right?

"So, the next one." After saying that, Xu Mo got up and left the Interrogation Room.

Inside the Interrogation Room only Dong Bing and Li Yunfei were left with bewildered expressions.

Outside the Interrogation Room, the police officers on both sides were also bewildered.

They couldn't have imagined, even if you beat them, that this would end so hastily—a group of people stormed into Qiao Bei Road Police Station, suspecting Dong Bing was linked to a case they were investigating, and after just a couple of questions it was done…

After a few seconds of staring, Li Yunfei also got up and left the Interrogation Room.

Came to Xu Mo's side.

"Are you sure we don't need to ask a few more questions?"

"Sure, he doesn't know Xu Jing at all, so he can't be the murderer; let's check Zhou Bingquan again."

At the same time, Chen Ke stepped forward to say something in support of Xu Mo.

"Listen to Xu Mo; his instincts have never been wrong. Since Xu Mo says Dong Bing can't be the murderer, then he definitely can't be."

Chen Ke knows Xu Mo's abilities, especially his skill in interrogating suspects—perhaps even Han Fei can't match Xu Mo! So trusting Xu Mo is absolutely correct.

The group arrived quickly and left just as fast.

Before leaving Qiao Bei Road Police Station, they also took the opportunity to look up information on the next suspect, Zhou Bingquan.

If you don't check, you don't know; once they checked, they were startled.

This Zhou Bingquan has many problems!

While at the Police Academy he was heavily penalized for fighting; after finally getting into the police force, he was dismissed outright because of repeated misconduct.

So after the officers reviewed his record, they all felt he was the most suspicious of the three.

"I now feel Zhou Bingquan is the biggest suspect; had we known earlier we should have checked him sooner. His record shows he's no good. It's my fault—I shouldn't have eliminated him from the three suspects at first," Chen Ke said, feeling guilty.

If it hadn't been for his earlier argument, the officers might have investigated Zhou Bingquan from the start instead of the other two, saving a lot of time.

The officers began to console Chen Ke, saying it wasn't his fault, and besides it was a minor issue with little impact on the case.

"How could we blame you? You said nothing at the time, and we would have been misled by the three names. Who could have known Zhou Bingquan had the most problems?"

"Don't blame yourself. When you suggested checking the other two first, we didn't object either. In truth, everyone shares responsibility; it's not just your problem."

"Right, don't blame yourself, and it didn't cause a major mistake. We can still check Zhou Bingquan now; we didn't waste much time on the first two."

…

After leaving Qiaobei Road Police Bureau, the group arrived at a residential complex not far from the police bureau.

The records show Zhou Bingquan applied for a security guard job in that complex.

"It's not that we're refusing you entry; our complex has a rule—no external vehicles are allowed in. Telling me won't help."

Before reaching the complex gate, the officers spotted from afar the owner of a private car talking to the on‑duty security guard.

Seeing the guard refuse entry, the driver slipped a packet of cigarettes out the window: "Brother, I'll just go in to meet someone, be out in two minutes, just a favor."

The guard snatched the cigarettes from the car window with lightning speed and tucked them into his pocket.

"Look at you… too polite. This time I'll let it slide, but don't expect it again!"

After saying that, he immediately pressed a remote, raising the gate arm at the complex entrance.

This guard was precisely the person the officers had come to find—Zhou Bingquan.

"I'm not saying he's a cheap light, just look at him!" Chen Ke pointed at Zhou Bingquan: "A good police officer who gave up his iron rice bowl to become a guard, and even takes other people's cigarettes…"

The officers drove their car to the complex entrance; of course they didn't intend to enter, they were only there to find Zhou Bingquan.

The group got out and knocked on the window beside the guard booth.

Inside, Zhou Bingquan, who was sitting with his legs on the table playing on his phone, turned his head toward the people outside, lowered his legs, stood up, and walked out of the booth: "What are you doing here?"

"Police officers, we'd like to ask you about something."

Zhou Bingquan was momentarily stunned, then nodded: "Alright, but you'll have to wait while I hand over my shift; I'll call a colleague to cover for me."

"Mm."

Soon another guard arrived; after a brief handover, Zhou Bingquan followed the officers out of the complex.

The group prepared to return to the police bureau they had just left, intending to borrow the Interrogation Room again.

Meanwhile, at Qiao Bei Road Police Bureau.

The officers there were discussing Xu Mo and his party who had just left.

"Were those people police officers just now? I feel they're a bit amateur."

"More than amateur—have you ever seen such an interrogation? It's like child's play… ask a couple of questions and leave. I doubt they even received professional training."

"Forget it, stop talking. They're all from the same system; how can you know they don't have real skill? Maybe they have some special interrogation technique."

"What special technique? Unless it's mind‑reading that can instantly see what the other is thinking, there's no way they could finish with just a few questions. They're amateurs."

…

While they were discussing, Xu Mo's group returned.

As before, this time they also intended to borrow the Interrogation Room.

The difference this time is that Xu Mo's party will interrogate not a police officer from Qiao Bei Road Police Bureau, but a person they just brought back from outside.

Interrogation Room.

Xu Mo pulled out his phone again and brought up a photo of Xu Jing.

"Do you know her?"

Unexpectedly, after examining the photo, Zhou Bingquan didn't deny it and simply nodded: "I know her."

"What's your relationship with her?" Xu Mo continued.

Zhou Bingquan thought for a moment.

"Former… former… former… girlfriend." Then he added, "Why are you suddenly asking me about her? That was back in my university days; it's already ancient history."

Xu Mo's expression remained calm: "She's dead."

"Dead?" Zhou Bingquan was startled: "When… no, you wouldn't be suspecting that I killed her, would you?"

"Comrade police officer, I may not be a good person, but I could never commit murder!"