Chapter 119-09: Questioning (th update)

"Don't be nervous, we are just asking routine questions."

Police station.

A female police officer of the same ethnicity as Abdul noticed his nervousness and comforted him softly.

"Thank you, thank you. May I ask what is going on? I have been working recently and have not done anything illegal, not before. I always park my car in permitted places."

"Okay, okay, I understand. When we ask you questions later, just tell us directly. Don't hide anything. Can you do that?"

Abdul nodded absentmindedly.

"Don't worry too much. I have applied for a lawyer to assist you. He will accompany you later."

"Okay, thank you. Thank you."

Early this morning when he got to work, he was taken away by two police officers. This made him, who already felt guilty, even more nervous, and gave him an urge to tell everything that happened yesterday at all costs.

But every time this thought came to his mind, he seemed to see the Martin brothers standing not far away, looking at him sinisterly. The hip-hop Little Black made the shape of "If you dare to say that, your family will be dead" to him, and the serious Little Black made a throat-cutting gesture.

He could only shut up.

He has no choice.

Yes, I have no choice, it's none of my business.

He forced himself to stop trembling and forget everything that happened yesterday.

While they were waiting agonizingly, the lawyer they were waiting for arrived.

"I'm Alex, hello." A black man in a suit extended his hand to Abdul.

"Hello, I'm Abdul."

After greeting each other, the questioning began.

"Mr. Abdul, were you repairing the plumbing at Leroy's house between 10 and 10:35 yesterday morning?"

"Leroy, yes, I remember there was such a family, but I forgot the exact time they left."

"We asked your boss what had happened to you that you were late returning from repairing the plumbing at Leroy's house?"

"I was just smoking and relaxing in the car." This was the excuse he had thought of not long ago.

"Do you have any black friends?" another officer asked suddenly.

"Ah? There are a lot of black people in my apartment and company. I'm familiar with them. I don't know if they can be considered friends."

"Officer, has it been confirmed that the suspect in this case is black?" Lawyer Alex, who had been silent all this time, spoke up, staring at the officer.

The police officer shrugged: "The injured man said he heard an accent before he passed out."

"So based on the accent, you assume the suspect is black? Officer, jumping to such a hasty conclusion doesn't make you look smart. Instead, it makes people question your job standards." Alex spoke very quickly, with an inexplicable sense of rhythm.

The police officer's tone was a little bit impolite: "Hey, now someone is dead, we have to find the few clues, and there is no surveillance in that place."

"You said someone died?!" Abdul asked in shock. The police officer keenly noticed his emotional change: "Yes, the dead is a college girl, and the injured is his grandfather. Do you know something?"

"No, no, I'm just surprised that I was involved in a murder case. It's too shocking, I need to calm down. The girl was very friendly, and she even gave me some fruit. I've never met such an enthusiastic customer." Abdul touched his stuffy chest and felt difficulty breathing.

"As long as you have nothing to do with the case, don't worry. I will make sure you don't become a victim of someone who wants credit." Alex glanced at the police officer vaguely.

The police officer was about to turn his face away, but was stopped by the female police officer, who started to make peace: "We just don't miss any details. Since there are clues in this regard, we must investigate. Okay, Mr. Abdul, please think carefully, 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?"

Abdul's mind flashed through his mother's teachings: Don't meddle in other people's business.

This is the way of survival for the lower class.

However, the young woman's smile could not be wiped away.

"I" Abdul looked up, glanced at Alex, and then looked at the two police officers, "I really didn't find anything unusual."

The officers looked at each other.

"Well, this is about a murder case. If you remember anything, you can come to us at any time."

In a trance, he didn't know when he returned home.

He didn't even take a day off, and his boss rarely called to urge him. Maybe he was scared by the death of his client and was afraid that he would be implicated. But as for firing him, come on, he was the one who arranged this task!
So we turned a blind eye and gave Abdul a day off.

"Abdul? What happened? Why did you come back so early?" When the mother saw Abdul coming back so early and looking lost, she asked nervously with concern.

"Martin and others killed someone." Abdul's voice was very low, but his mother still heard it.

Her face suddenly changed and she went back to her room. She was relieved to see that Fahad was still sleeping, then she closed the curtain on the only window and took Abdul into his room.

"Tell me in detail, are the police looking for you?"

"Well, this morning."

"You did a great job. Don't feel sorry, dear. What you said is of no importance. Don't you think they have no other way to find out how many people live in that household? Besides, these people are capable of anything. Since their target is the old man, even if his family is full of people, they will find a chance to attack him."

“But—that girl is a very nice person. She also studies the plight of immigrants and helps.”

"Don't believe these hypocritical words! They are just means to win votes! Maybe she had such intentions, so she did such research. And if the research is really useful, why are we still living in such a slum without seeing the sun! Why can't you get a fair and consistent education! ! Why did your father die!!!"

She almost roared out the last sentence.

Abdul stared at his mother with red eyes, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was too excited. Don't learn from me, don't learn from father, and don't learn from your brother. Impulse is the devil. Don't meddle in other people's business. This is the survival rule for us people at the bottom of society." The mother calmed down with a gasp, her smile was forced, and her voice was a little choked.

Abdul nodded unconsciously.

"My child, hard work is your and our only way out. We can't afford the slightest accident, and I don't want to lose anything anymore." The mother sniffed and tried to soften her voice, "Forget her, this matter is over, it's all over."

Will it really pass?

Abdul thought blankly.

(End of this chapter)