"Really not, huh? Fine, let me remind you again, at the west side of the long-distance bus station, at the entrance of the telecom company, didn't you nearly hit a motorcycle?"
"No."
"..."
The suspect with a tough mouth, Jiang Youwei has seen many, but never one as stubborn as this.
Normally, he'd give him a couple of slaps by now.
But this isn't a normal time; the leaders of the Changhang Police Bureau Criminal Investigation Team and the City Bureau Criminal Investigation Team are upstairs listening to the interrogation via monitoring.
Jiang Youwei can only suppress his anger and pull out a transcript material: "Yan Weijun, take a look at this. It's a transcript made by Xu Wen, the owner of the 'Mazda' who solicits passengers outside the long-distance bus station, during questioning. He saw you calling out to a young woman in her twenties, not looking ahead, not driving properly, almost hitting him. He swore at you, slammed the top of your car several times, remember?"
