Chapter 651: Qi Ye Who Speaks Righteously

Qi Hong's body suddenly stiffened, and he looked at Tu Mazi opposite him.

He was panicked inside, but in front of his little brother, he couldn't lose face, so he tried hard to make himself look calm.

And he was still holding on to luck, thinking that they were just scaring him and hadn't found the evidence that he was lying.

Don't they police handle cases like this? Scaring and threatening, bluffing, once you are scared and confess, then you are really finished.

Thinking of this, Qi Hong quickly calmed down, and a smile appeared on his face. He stood up slowly, patted himself very elegantly, and tidied up his lapels.

"Tell the brothers, Qi Ye will be fine, let them not panic."

Tu Mazi, who was originally uneasy, saw Qi Ye so calm under such circumstances, and admired him to the ground.

Of course he knew that Qi Ye was talking nonsense when he said he lost more than 18,000 yuan here yesterday.

Yesterday, Qi Hong played mahjong all day with several other ruffians in Xicheng and lost more than 1,000.

Qi Ye is Qi Ye, really Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face. Tu Mazi sighed, and his uneasy heart stabilized.

"Qi Ye, please rest assured, I will definitely explain it to the brothers."

Qi Hong smiled slightly, turned to look at the police officer, clasped his fists and raised them over his shoulders: "My ancestors were of the Qibuqiao clan of the Mongol ethnic group, and they lived in Chahar for generations. At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, they were granted the rank of hereditary Fuling Zhangjing, belonging to the Manchu Plain White Banner."

"Since I was born, I have respected the ancestral teachings, with filial piety and fraternity as the foundation, loyalty and righteousness as the main thing, integrity as the priority, honesty as the requirement, helping blood relatives, respecting the old and loving the young, suppressing the strong and supporting the weak."

"Now seeing injustice, speaking righteously, not fearing power, with strong bones and soft intestines, this is called virtue. However, the power of power is as fierce as a tiger, and talent and virtue are useless, suffering injustice, is heaven unfair!"

Fuck, Tu Mazi and Tan Houzi, who had just returned, heard Qi Hong's words that were neither literary nor white, and were suddenly shocked.

Secretly giving a thumbs up, worthy of being a descendant of the Eight Banners, this level, this momentum, is really not something ordinary people can compare with.

The surrounding guests looked at Qi Hong with strange expressions. What era is it now? These old and young are still living in the glory of their ancestors and haven't come out?

"Alright!" A police officer nodded with a smile: "Dajiang, give him a pair of bracelets, which can be regarded as respect for his identity."

Dajiang took out handcuffs and put them on Qi Hong: "Give you a pair of silver bracelets, look, is it very matching with your identity?"

Qi Hong snorted, looked around, and then looked up at the sky: "Heaven is unfair!"

Dajiang, who was originally stiff-faced, couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Alright, go back and continue eating, eat until you are full, you may not be able to eat tonight."

Qi Hong was stunned, then snorted coldly, holding his frame, returned to his seat, stretched out his arm, and Tu Mazi cleverly rolled up Qi Hong's sleeves.

"Qi Ye, eat slowly."

"Hmm!" Qi Hong nodded slightly, his demeanor was quite in place, stretched out two fingers, picked up a chicken leg, and took a bite.

"Damn!" Dajiang scolded in a low voice, "What a thing."

A police officer shook his head helplessly: "There are quite a few people like him under the Imperial City, you haven't seen enough?"

Dajiang said: "I've seen quite a few, but none as pretentious as him."

The police officer glanced at Qi Hong, not hiding the sarcasm in his tone: "After all, the ancestors were Eight Banners, it's understandable to blow some cowhide."

Dajiang rolled his eyes, then chuckled: "Why do I feel like you have something to say, I'm quite stupid, can you say it directly?"

The police officer smiled: "If it's hard, it's straight. I won't say it, you go home and suck it yourself."

"Fuck!" Dajiang scolded, "No wonder everyone calls you Little Hornet."

In the basement, Zhang Zhonghui stared at the monitor, and suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

The young man hurriedly pressed pause. Zhang Zhonghui said: "Rewind three minutes and twelve seconds."

The young man took the remote control and rewound it. Zhang Zhonghui shouted again: "Stop!"

It was exactly the picture of the woman passing by Tan Houzi, and this guy was about to fall.

Zhang Zhonghui said very affirmatively: "It's him!"

The current monitoring is not as high-definition as later generations, and it cannot be zoomed in.

But Zhang Zhonghui and the two police officers recognized at a glance that this guy was Tan Houzi.

Zhang Zhonghui straightened his waist, a smile appeared on his face: "If it's him, then it makes sense."

Pan Huiling said excitedly: "After calling the police, I didn't let anyone leave. He must still be here."

A police officer said: "As long as he hasn't left, it's easy to handle."

Zhang Zhonghui said: "Bring the tape back to me."

"Okay!" An Jing nodded to the young man.

The young man took out the tape and handed it to Zhang Zhonghui.

Zhang Zhonghui took the videotape and said: "Catch him!"

Two police officers ran out of the monitoring room, came outside, and whispered to Dajiang.

Dajiang smiled and pointed at Tan Houzi: "He's there."

Tan Houzi was a habitual thief. He had already recognized it, and he also had a premonition in his heart. Someone lost money, and it was very likely that this guy did it.

So, Tan Houzi said he was going to the bathroom, and he wanted to accompany him, just to prevent this guy from running away.

Two police officers walked over. Tan Houzi's heart was pounding, but he was a habitual thief, and this kind of scene wasn't the first time, so he looked very calm.

"Tan Houzi!" A police officer took out handcuffs and threw them on the table, "Put them on yourself."

Tan Houzi smiled slightly: "Comrade, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" The police officer said: "Don't you know it yourself? Hurry up and put them on."

Tan Houzi said dissatisfied: "Comrade, what do you mean by 'don't you know it yourself'? If I knew, would I still ask you?"

"Don't you think, if there was no evidence, could I talk nonsense with you here?" The police officer pointed to the woman, "She lost money because you stole it, right?"

Tan Houzi began to shout grievances loudly: "Comrade, after I came out, I didn't do it again. You can't wrong people."

At this time, Zhang Zhonghui walked over and shook the videotape in his hand: "Tan Houzi, do you know what this is?"

Tan Houzi blinked his small eyes, his throat rolled: "Video... videotape!"

Zhang Zhonghui looked up and pointed to the camera on the ceiling: "Do you know what that is?"

Tan Houzi opened his mouth, feeling something blocking his throat, unable to make a sound, and sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

"That's a camera. Don't think that because you hid the money and gold necklace and we can't find them, there's no evidence. I tell you, the whole process of you taking her wallet when that female comrade passed by you was recorded."

Zhang Zhonghui held the videotape and shook it in front of Tan Houzi again, "It's all here, clearly and plainly. Now you confess, and you can still reduce the punishment."

"If you resist to the end, more than 1,600 yuan, plus a gold necklace, the amount is huge. You have to think clearly about how serious the consequences are." ===== CHAPTER 652 =====