Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

The three officers had a clear objective; their eyes were fixed on him, their expressions serious, and their steps were quick.

Lu Jingxiu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shoved his phone into Lin Yutang's hand.

Soon, three police officers approached them.

The leader was a middle-aged police officer who flashed his badge and said in a businesslike tone, "Lu Jingxiu, is that right? We need your cooperation in an investigation. Please come with us."

Before he could finish speaking, a young police officer stepped forward, grabbed Lu Jingxiu's arm decisively, and pulled out handcuffs with his other hand, snapping them onto his wrists.

Lu Jingxiu glanced at the cold metal ring on his wrist, a thoughtful look on his face.

He said, "I'll make a phone call."

"It's not convenient right now," the officer who grabbed his arm refused directly. "Come back with us first, and we'll talk about it then."

After saying that, he and another police officer grabbed Lu Jingxiu on either side and were about to lead him toward the mall exit.

Lu Jingxiu struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free.

His heart sank.

Sure enough, he was right; this was not normal cooperation with the investigation at all!

Normal procedures wouldn't involve handcuffing someone in public without any reason, let alone preventing them from making a single phone call.

This is the revenge of that German tyrant, Trissie.

That person was indeed quick to act, and as Lin Yutang said, he did have connections in Xia Country.

Fortunately, what the three police officers didn't know was that his phone was in Lin Yutang's hands at that moment.

As he was being led out by two police officers, one on each arm, he turned back to Lin Yutang and shouted, "Call Uncle Zhang!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was rudely pushed and shoved away by three police officers.

Lin Yutang stood still, and customers in the surrounding mall all turned to look in her direction.

Some people were taking pictures with their phones, while others were whispering and discussing among themselves, creating a cacophony of noise.

Three police officers escorted Lu Jingxiu through the crowd and quickly disappeared around the corner of the elevator entrance.

Lin Yutang stood still, glancing down at the phone that Lu Jingxiu had suddenly handed to her.

A few seconds later, she suddenly came to her senses.

This is that man's revenge.

She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to calm down.

My fingers trembled as I turned on the screen and entered my password on the lock screen.

Six eights.

The screen is unlocked.

She quickly opened her contacts, found the name "Uncle Zhang," her fingers trembling slightly, but she still pressed the dial button forcefully.

The phone rang twice before being answered. A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end, his tone gentle and somewhat friendly: "Jingxiu, what's up? What's wrong now?"

Lin Yutang gripped her phone tightly, trying to keep her voice from trembling: "Hello Uncle Zhang, I'm Lu Jingxiu's friend. He... he was taken away by three policemen."

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The police car drove for a full hour and a half, heading east from the bustling main urban area of ​​Bashi. The buildings on both sides gradually changed from high-rise buildings to low-rise factories and wasteland, and finally drove into a courtyard.

The sign at the entrance of the compound reads "Shuanglingang Police Station".

Lu Jingxiu was escorted out of the car by two police officers.

He looked up at the sign and memorized the address and name.

Shuanglin Port is located outside the jurisdiction of Ba City's main urban area and is close to the border of a neighboring city. It is surrounded by logistics warehouses and undeveloped vacant land, so remote that even navigation takes a few seconds to process.

He sneered inwardly.

Normally, this police station has no jurisdiction in the city. Even if they wanted to arrest him, they would have to notify the city police station, and then the local police officers would have to cooperate to arrest him.

Arresting him across districts now is procedurally illegal.

"Do you know that?" He stood next to the police car, looking at the three officers, his tone unhurried, "that's a violation of regulations to conduct a case outside the local jurisdiction without notifying the local police station."

The lead officer, who was pushing open the glass door of the police station, paused upon hearing this.

His expression visibly changed, but he said nothing. The other two remained silent, pretending not to hear.

"Go in, don't dawdle." One of the officers even gave him a hard shove.

Lu Jingxiu suppressed his anger as he was led into the police station, through a dimly lit corridor, and into a small room.

The three men searched his entire body.

ID cards, keys—one by one, they were taken out and placed on the table. But in the end, they couldn't find anything they wanted.

"Where's your phone?" The lead officer frowned, his tone becoming impatient.

"My phone?" Lu Jingxiu asked nonchalantly. "It was with me just now. I guess I dropped it somewhere on the way. Do you want to go back and look for it?"

He said this with such sincerity that it made you want to punch him.

He knew very well that cell phones were very important in some respects, and that these police officers in front of him had clearly been bribed.

If they add some incriminating evidence, it would be perfect to frame him.

"Did you know in advance that we were coming to see you?" The officer's eyes sharpened.

"I don't know," Lu Jingxiu shook his head.

"What kind of shady things are on your phone?"

"no."

"Who did you give your phone to?"

"I had it on me, but I forgot where I put it."

The lead officer bombarded him with four or five questions, which Lu Jingxiu answered without missing a single one.

They were very cooperative verbally, but provided zero information.

Yes, no, I don't know, it's lost.

The main character is someone with a good attitude but who knows nothing when asked.

The lead officer took a deep breath and stopped wasting words with him.

Two men, one on each side, supported him and led him into an interrogation room at the end of the corridor. The room was small, with green-painted walls, an iron table fixed to the floor, and several iron chairs.

The windows were set high, and a frosted film was applied to the glass, so the light coming in from outside was hazy.

He was forced onto an iron chair, one handcuffed to the armrest bar. The cold handcuffs on his wrist made for an uncomfortable position.

The interrogation officially began.

"Lu Jingxiu," the police officer sitting opposite him said, flipping through a folder, his tone formulaic, "you've called the police multiple times before, we've already investigated. This kind of behavior constitutes 'making trouble out of nothing, creating trouble under false pretenses,' are you aware of that?"

Lu Jingxiu almost laughed.

He called the police because someone had kidnapped him in the street and because three Mercedes were chasing his car.

Is this what you call making trouble out of nothing? Then what constitutes trouble?

He didn't answer. It was a trap question. Whether he answered "I know" or "I don't know," it would be considered an admission.

Having spent so many years working in big companies, I know this routine very well.

Seeing that he remained silent, another officer added, "Furthermore, you resisted when we were taking you away from the mall, which constitutes obstruction of law enforcement."

Lu Jingxiu glanced down at his hand, which was handcuffed to the chair, and said calmly, "I did not resist."

"Whether you resisted or not is not up to you to decide," the other party interrupted him. "Your behavior has caused a negative social impact. According to relevant regulations, we are now making a decision to impose an administrative detention of fifteen days on you."

After the lead officer finished speaking, he paused briefly, his expression shifting from the seriousness of a law enforcement officer to a hint of de-escalation.

He slowed his speech, leaned forward, and said in a tone that suggested, "I'm doing this for your own good. However, if you cooperate with us now, admit to causing trouble, and sign this statement, you'll be detained for ten days."

He paused, took a sip of the strong tea on the table, put the teacup down, and spoke in a light voice, but the meaning in his eyes was very clear.

"Otherwise," he said, "we'll stick to the fifteen-day limit. If we find any other clues later, we can extend it. You're a college student; what will happen to your studies if you're locked up for too long? What will happen to your graduation? Think it through yourself."

Lu Jingxiu looked at the transcript that had been pushed in front of him, and then at the fake smile on the face opposite him.

"Impossible, I haven't broken the law," he said, leaving no room for negotiation.

The police officer's fake smile disappeared.

He wasn't surprised. He closed the notebook, stood up, and the chair leg scraped against the floor with a screeching sound.

Another officer stood up as well.

"Even if you don't sign, we can still detain you." He walked to the door, glanced back at Lu Jingxiu, and said, "You stay here and reflect on your actions."

"I have the right to make a phone call," Lu Jingxiu shouted at his retreating figure.

Neither of them turned their heads.

The door was closed from the outside, clicking shut. The footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor and soon disappeared from view.