The Intimidating Policeman (2)

  Qiao Yan subconsciously lowered her head to examine herself, she was a short skirt control, even in the coldest winter, she could wear a short skirt, stockings and boots on the street. Of course, she had the capital to wear a short skirt, a pair of slender and long beautiful legs as smooth as jade, sexy and seductive. Being ignored for half a day, in exchange for a sentence of criticism, it was still meaningless nonsense about her outfit.

  Qiao Yan's temper flared up, "Deputy Captain, please make it clear that I'm just a crime scene sketch artist, not a police officer. Catching criminals is your responsibility as police officers, and has nothing to do with me. You have no right to comment on my attire."

  Wei Chi Hong finally stopped writing, slowly lifted his head, Qiao Yan noticed that his eyes flashed with a hint of surprise and revealed a few points of sternness, probably because no one had ever dared to provoke him like this before. But he quickly lowered his head again, his mouth tightly closed, not saying a word.

  "The team leader", a man directly pushed the door and entered, it was the one who whistled at Qiao Yan earlier. He wasn't wearing a police uniform, but a jacket, tall and lean build, with a slightly tanned complexion, and a hint of wildness in his expression, quite handsome. He winked at Qiao Yan, "Oh, beauty is actually here to see the team leader."

  "Lü Bin, what's going on? Spit it out," Wei Chi Hong raised his head again and stared at the young man.

  "Deputy captain, that suspect is too tough to deal with. No matter what we do, whether it's persuasion or demonstration, he just won't budge," Lü Bin said somewhat dejectedly.

  Wei Chi Hong's face turned cold, "You mean I have to go interrogate him myself?"

  "Ah... " Lü Bin scratched his head, chuckling, "I'm afraid it's indeed necessary for Captain to take personal action, your interrogation skills, we haven't mastered yet."

  Wei Chi furrowed his brow, "If I'm not mistaken, wasn't Qiao Yan raised in the United States?"

  Suddenly being noticed by Wei Huihong, Qiao Yan was stunned for a moment before responding "Yes."

  "Qiao Yan!" Lü Bīn's excitement was triggered, "Ah, you're the legendary beautiful new crime scene sketch artist, a graduate of the FBI Academy?"

  "Has nothing to do with appearance, right?" Qiao Yan didn't hide her distaste for the title "Beautiful Female Crime Scene Investigator", although she also took care of her looks, but compared to her appearance, she hoped others would recognize her abilities.

  Lü Bin dryly chuckled twice.

  "Do you have a habit of drinking coffee?" Wei Chi Hong ignored them and continued to ask.

  Qiao Yan nodded.

  "Then you and Lü Bin can go buy coffee together, bring back a little of each type that you think is hard to drink." said Wei Chi Hong lightly.

  "What? Buy coffee?" Lv Bin was bewildered.

  Qiao Yan's mouth corners slightly rose, she understood that Wei Chi Hong was about to use the technique of guiding the suspect to speak the truth. "Let's go buy coffee," her words were directed at Lü Bin, but her gaze turned to Wei Chi Hong, who lowered his head, making it impossible to see his eyes. Qiao Yan coldly snorted in her heart, what a arrogant guy, not even looking at people straight in the eye.

  Lü Bin drove the car and took Qiao Yan to a nearby large shopping mall. Qiao Yan carefully selected some bad-tasting coffee, while Lü Bin followed behind her, complaining that Wei Zhihong was treating him like a free servant. Although Qiao Yan also had complaints about Wei Zhihong, she didn't like to gossip about others behind their backs and was very cold towards Lü Bin. Seeing that Qiao Yan didn't want to talk to him, Lü Bin finally shut up.

  Back at the Public Security Bureau, after entering the main gate, he ran into another member of the team, a man in his 30s who was not very tall, dark and sturdy, named Duan Zhiming. Lv Bin saw him and waved the bag in his hand, complaining again, "I've been running around the mall for half a day, buying these few bags of coffee, and this cold-faced detective is treating me like an errand boy."