Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 787 Rope
Half an hour ago.

Kunming, a criminal investigation team.

The atmosphere in the dimly lit office was very heavy.

Several criminal police officers sat around an old desk, with piles of records and documents in front of them.

One of the detectives, who was about forty years old, suddenly stood up, angrily overturned a chair, and his voice echoed in the small space.

"This is ridiculous! The person lived upstairs and even set up a scam on the victim before the incident. It's obvious that this guy was the one who did the murder!"

"Calm down, Lao He." Another detective sitting down tried to calm Lao He down, but his voice also revealed a hint of helplessness. "It's very clear from the surveillance footage that Zheng Jie left the room in the afternoon, drank with the deceased at a bar in the evening, put the deceased in a taxi, and then went back to the bar to drink again."

"He drank until after 2 a.m., then went next door for a late-night snack before returning to the hotel. The CCTV cameras in the hotel lobby and hallways captured everything clearly. He simply..."

Old He excitedly pointed his index finger forcefully at Zheng Jie's photo on the table, angrily saying, "Zhu Da, the murderer is him! It's him! That little brat! He cheated people out of money and sex, and now he wants to kill them! Doesn't he fear being reborn as an animal in his next life?!"

After cursing, he took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then continued to speak loudly: "And his mother, there's something wrong with them at first glance. If it weren't for what these two did, I'd cut your head off!"

Captain Zhu picked up the A4 sheet of paper with Zheng Jie's information printed on it, looked at the photo on the paper, and said helplessly, "I know, I know. The video of the deceased walking into the hotel was very clear, and he didn't show any obvious signs of drunkenness. I don't believe it was suicide."

"Believe it or not? You've been a policeman for so many years, have you ever seen anyone commit suicide after drinking heavily in a bar or KTV? And this is young people! Drinking is fun, dancing is fun, why would they want to go back and commit suicide?"

"Even a pig could tell they killed the man! If I don't send those two bastards to jail to work on sewing machines for the rest of their lives, all these years of criminal investigation work will have been for nothing!" Old He said, his neck thick with spittle, guaranteeing his career with his own words.

Police officers, especially criminal investigation officers, have a wealth of experience from their initial recruitment to their ability to work independently.

They've seen more criminals than the Chinese national football team has conceded more goals.

In contrast, those criminal suspects who are arrested, especially the newcomers who have not studied in prison, often appear much more naive.

The most typical example is this kind of conspiracy to murder.

The suspects spent a great deal of time and effort planning what they thought was the perfect murder, only to be caught by experienced police officers. They were so nervous just from being glanced at and spoken to by these officers.

Regardless of whether the police have found evidence of their murders, the expressions and behavior of these suspects upon seeing the police practically screamed "I am the murderer."

Most people, when they're in school, would stutter for ages if you asked them to give a speech in front of the same familiar faces and teachers. Even after they've grown up and started working, asking them to stand in front of their colleagues at a morning meeting, without the boss even being there, and just say a few words, will still make them nervous.

This is true for most people.

Very few criminals can behave well on their first murder, or maintain a good mindset and response when encountering the police after committing their first wrongdoing.

Of course, it's impossible to follow the trend of taking the civil service exam in recent years, where people search online for information about predecessors before doing anything, and then consider enrolling in a training course to practice and build up their mindset for the exam.

impossible.

They might focus on the details of the plan, but in terms of mindset and mentality, they are still naive and easily defeated.

So in the early years, police investigations weren't as mysterious as people thought. They would investigate, ask suspicious people in the neighborhood one by one, and talk to them one by one. That usually got them pretty close to the truth.

Old He slammed a document containing Zheng Jie's hotel check-in information onto the table, shouting, "How could a penniless nobody like him book a room in a five-star hotel? And right above the deceased's room? How is that possible!"

Another policeman, with two police badges and two stars hanging from his shoulder, shook the documents in the air and shook his head, saying, "He said the deceased lost money in the futures market, which led to an argument between the two, so he booked two rooms for convenience."

With a loud bang, Lao He slammed his hand on the table and yelled, "Just because he says so doesn't mean it's true! What kind of cop are you then?!" Thump thump.

Captain Zhu tapped his knuckles on the table a few times and said sternly, "Old He, let's discuss the case, not other unrelated things."

Old He slumped back in his chair, and after a long while, he let out a long sigh and said slowly, "Sigh, we can only wait it out."

Captain Zhu remained silent, and the office fell into a quiet.

Ma Rongcheng, who had been sitting on the sidelines observing coldly, coughed a few times and offered a suggestion: "Right now, Zheng Jie is holding his breath and stubbornly resisting, so there's no need for us to waste our energy on him. It would be better to leave him in the cage to air out for a while."

After a pause, Ma Rongcheng looked around. With the idea of ​​getting away from this murder case as soon as possible and returning to the provincial department's special task force, he recounted the case details he had discussed with Chen Shu and others at the hotel that afternoon.

"Zheng Jie has been engaged in illegal activities for a long time and is mentally prepared to confront the police. It will take some effort to get him to confess. What Lao He said earlier was quite right. These two are obviously suspicious, especially the hotel cleaner, who practically has 'I'm guilty' written all over his face."

"Yes, if we want to solve the case quickly, Zheng A-mei, a woman from the countryside, is the easiest point of entry. If we can get a confession from her and then use that to pressure Zheng Jie, the effect should be much better."

These were all old arguments, and the people present were all veteran police officers who had been working on the front lines of the fight against crime for many years. They listened only half-heartedly, as a gesture of respect to the expert from the provincial department.

As time went by, Ma Rongcheng recounted Chen Shu's speculations one by one.

At first, the local police officers didn't pay any attention. If it weren't for Ma Rongcheng's status as an expert from the provincial department, they probably wouldn't have even listened.

As they listened, they didn't realize that they had gradually sat up straight, and even leaned slightly towards Ma Rongcheng, who was talking eloquently.

"Expert Ma, do you mean that Zheng Amei went to the room the next day under the pretense of cleaning, but actually locked the window that Zheng Jie had opened the night before, creating the illusion of a suicide in a locked room?"

"Correct."

“I think this logic is sound and makes sense.” Lao He pondered Ma Rongcheng’s previous reasoning repeatedly and raised his own question: “But the surveillance video only shows four or five seconds. How could Zheng Amei have tidied up the rope that Zheng Jie left at the scene?”

Ma Rongcheng lowered his head and recalled for a moment before replying, "Officer Chen only suggested that Zheng Amei returned to the room to lock the window, leading us to mistakenly believe it was a locked room, thus concluding that the deceased committed suicide."

He paused habitually, then continued, "As for what to do with the rope, well, I just got a phone call and left in a hurry."

绳子
rope rope
Old He squinted as he thought.

boom.

Just then, the door was knocked open, and the blond-haired guy poked his head in, saying directly, "Hello, leaders! Are you in a meeting? Expert Ma, I need to talk to you about something."

"what's up?"

“My comrade just called me and told me to be careful of the second rope in the room. But I’ve been searching through the case files for a long time and I still can’t find the rope, so I thought I’d come over and ask you.”

hiss!
rope!

The room fell silent.

Old He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the table with both hands. He paced back and forth a few steps, hesitated for a long time, and muttered to himself, "Why don't we go see that Officer Chen?"

(End of this chapter)