Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 770 Co-contacts

As forensic doctor Lao Tang appeared, Chen Chuan, Zhu Yiba, Huang Mao, and others followed behind, bringing over the anxious-looking criminal suspect Zheng Amei.

Chen Shuli, who had some questions, immediately stopped talking. No matter how worried he was, he couldn't show his fear in front of the criminal suspect.

Over here, Old Tang noticed Chen Shu's concerns and explained softly, "It's chaotic here, there are many cases, and we're short-staffed. Sometimes when we're too busy, we have to simplify things in terms of management. Don't worry, I'll stay here with you."

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Then Old Tang waved his hand to indicate that the interrogation could begin, and then stood by the platform to sign a notebook, completing a series of interrogation procedures.

Huang Mao bent down, turned on the computer, and sat there waiting for it to start up. Once the system was on the desktop, he began to open the intranet and the recording system one by one, his hands hovering above the keyboard as if typing.

If someone didn't know better, they would think that Chen Shu was the police officer in charge of the case.

To be honest, he had absolutely no idea what Lao Tang was thinking. The only thing he was sure of was that all forensic doctors in the world were the same – strange.

Whether it's Donghai Province in the far east of China or the southwestern border thousands of miles away, people of all ages and genders share the same temperament.

Just then, Julie's tall, curvaceous figure suddenly entered Chen Shu's mind, and even the scent of her usual perfume wafted out, faintly permeating the air.

However, her eyes were clean and indifferent, and paired with the standard forensic doctor's cold smile on her lips, she possessed a kind of unforgettable sexiness.

As he pondered, Julie's beautiful face involuntarily overlapped with Old Tang's withered, tree-like smiling face, etched with the marks of time.

hiss!
Chen Shu abruptly shook his head, cursing himself for being a bastard and getting distracted at this moment.

These past few days, I've been thinking about women all the time. A few days ago it was Zhang Yang, now it's Zhu Li, and finally this smiling forensic doctor Tang pops up. I have no idea what he's up to.

A sudden thought flashed through my mind: I wonder how Zhang Yang is doing.

It's not exactly worry, it's more like a subtle intuition, or perhaps a hallucination.

After taking a deep breath to calm down, Chen Shu brought his attention back to the reality of the interrogation room. He didn't rush into the main topic, but chatted casually with Zheng Amei to gradually ease her tension.

Sitting on the tiger bench, Zheng Amei would fidget with the hem of her clothes and frequently look around.

Her eyes were filled with unease, and whenever her gaze met Chen Shu's, she would quickly look away.

Despite the dim lighting, Zheng Amei's face still looked very pale. Her movements were clumsy and slow, and she stammered when answering questions, her answers were nonsensical, and she seemed extremely nervous.

Through chatting, Chen Shu learned about Zheng Amei's basic situation.

Divorced at a young age, she moved from her hometown to the provincial capital with her son to make a living.

A monthly salary of around three thousand yuan isn't much, but it's enough for a rural woman who lives and eats in hotels and is used to being frugal with little spending.

After chatting for a while, Chen Shu pointed to the soft furnishings around the interrogation rooms and asked, "Zheng Amei, do you know why we brought you here?"

Zheng Amei glanced fearfully at the police officer sitting in the high seat, then immediately lowered her head and said, "It's about the girl who died at our hotel."

"Raise your head," Chen Shu said calmly, followed by a long silence.

In the quiet yet eerie atmosphere, Zheng Amei hesitantly raised her head, only to be met with the police officer's direct gaze.

Just as she was about to lower her head again, Chen Shu shouted, "Zheng Amei! Raise your head!"

Zheng Amei was startled, her whole body trembled, and she stared at the police officer who had been all smiles and friendly since she entered the room with terrified eyes.

Back then, this police officer also stayed at the hotel where she worked. Every time she went out, she would happen to bump into Zheng Amei, who was cleaning in the corridor, and the police officer would greet her very politely.

They never put on airs like guests.

Chen Shu looked directly into Zheng Amei's trembling eyes and said seriously, "We have evidence that you are suspected of a murder case."

After a pause, Chen Shu realized that the other person did not know the meaning of "murder case" and added, "Yes, murder case."

Zheng Amei jerked violently, as if she had been slapped.

Tears welled up in her eyes, filled with fear, as she pleaded, "Officer, I really don't know, I really don't know anything." Chen Shu pulled a rope from under the table, walked over, and placed it in front of Zheng Amei, asking, "Do you recognize this rope?"

Zheng Amei glanced at it, nodded, and looked a little uneasy. She said weakly, "It's the rope that girl used to hang herself."

Chen Shu suddenly pointed at Zheng Amei and shouted threateningly, "You killed that girl with this rope!"

This startled Zheng Amei so much that she trembled all over and turned pale.

If she weren't sitting on a tiger bench nailed directly to the ground, but on some other ordinary chair, she would have definitely overturned it by now.

Zheng Amei waved her hands repeatedly, shaking her head while crying: "I didn't kill anyone. I didn't kill anyone. I really didn't kill anyone. I don't know anything. I don't even know this girl! How could I have killed someone!"
"I watched TV in the dorm that night, Zhang Jie! Yes, Zhang Jie and I watched TV together, we didn't go anywhere!"

Oh, they've even brought out their alibis.

It seems he spent a lot of time thinking and daydreaming while resting in his dorm room.

Chen Shu didn't intend to go to this so-called Sister Zhang to verify, nor did he need to retrieve the video surveillance along the road to the hotel dormitory. He was perfectly certain that Zheng Amei was not at the scene.

Because there is a second person!
That person forged the shoe print of a big foot wearing a small shoe!

Chen Shu doesn't have enough time to dig out the person hiding behind the scenes yet. At present, the most economical way is to let Zheng Amei confess on her own.

Next, no matter what interrogation techniques Chen Shu used, Zheng Amei insisted that she hadn't killed anyone and knew nothing.

However, Zheng Amei's performance was very poor, making it obvious to everyone that she was definitely closely related to this murder case, but was just stubbornly holding on out of her usual fear.

Chen Shu wondered what kind of person could make Zheng Amei, a woman from the countryside who came to work in the city, refuse to budge even at the cost of her life.

Based on his experience in handling cases, women who have never seen a policeman in most of their lives usually vomit everything after being slightly frightened by a policeman in a peaked cap.

At this moment, Zheng Amei, who was clearly terrified, trembled violently, showing her extreme fear, but she still clenched her teeth and did not utter another word.

Zheng Amei's silence became her last line of defense.

Chen Shu was a little helpless. At this moment, not only was it impossible to figure out what Zheng Amei had done in the six seconds after entering the room, but even normal communication with her had reached a stalemate.

However, this is normal for murder trials.

Murderers either confess directly, finding even half a minute too slow; or they engage in a protracted confrontation with the police, which, if they can eat and sleep well, could drag on until the end of the world, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

The reason is simple: the murderer must pay with his life.

The problem is, Zheng Amei was clearly not the one who committed the murder, so why did she resist so resolutely? It's a bit unbelievable.

Chen Shu decided to put a little more pressure on the other party and then go back to his office to check on the people above him one by one based on Zheng Amei's call list.

At the very least, they should try to trick Zheng Amei into opening her phone; the social media apps on it could definitely provide valuable clues for solving the case.

At this moment, Ma Rongcheng sent a message in the case-handling group. The message was very simple, only a short sentence, but it was an extremely important clue.

“Zheng Amei and the deceased had a common contact. This person was Zheng Jie, Zheng Amei’s son.”

Below is a photo of the person, who is Zheng Jie.

Unlike Chen Shu's previous speculation based on observing Zheng Amei's reaction, he was certain that she was involved in the murder case.

Currently, there is solid factual evidence that this person named Zheng Jie is a common person related to both the deceased and Zheng Amei.

The girl who died in the hotel was not someone Zheng Amei claimed she didn't know at all.

Chen Shu glanced back at the forensic doctor, Lao Tang, who was sitting on the interrogation table, having just finished reading the WeChat group on his phone, and looked up at him. Their eyes met, and they knew that this matter was basically on Zheng Amei's shoulders.

Chen Shu now understood why Zheng Amei had shown such extraordinary resistance.

Only a son could make a mother risk her life, or even her life, without uttering a single complaint.

(End of this chapter)