civil forensic

Chapter 614 Involvement
Jiang Yuan and others watched the middle-aged man who felled the tree sign and print his hand, and was finally taken out and sent directly to the detention center.

If you cut down a small tree, even if you are caught, you will lose money at most. If you cut too much, or if the amount is too large, you will be detained by the public security at most. But this felled a rare and valuable pine tree—named by a fortune teller The one with the surname of Dao is naturally a bit conspicuous. The park quoted 2 yuan, and the price bureau will be asked to evaluate it later.

Jiang Yuan watched the uncle leave in handcuffs, and couldn't help saying: "The work at the police station is also very interesting."

"This is the more interesting part." Director Tan smiled.

Jiang Yuan didn't say much, there was no need to ask about the boring part, and there were many forensic doctors.

crunch.

Just a few minutes after the interrogation room was vacated, another suspect was brought in.

Meng Cheng, who was sitting in front of the head, didn't even move his buttocks. He looked like a bad factory HR, staring and asking, "What's your name?"

The suspect who took the seat was tall and fat, with fine dragon tattoos on his arms, and his bald head was shaved brighter than the glans.The two copper bell-sized eyes stared slightly, and there was a fierce look overflowing.

He also frowned when he heard the question, and said loudly, "Report to the government, my name is Huang Biao."

"Have you ever been in prison?" Meng Chengbiao asked.

"Sit!" Huang Biao lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Sentence for stealing diesel oil is one year and two months, two years for stealing diesel oil, three and a half years for stealing diesel oil..."

Meng Chengbiao, who was sitting across from him, froze for a moment before recalling the contents of the file: "Oh, you were sentenced three times."

"Yes." The criminal suspect Huang Biao lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye.

"This is the fourth time."

"Yes."

"Let's see... You have several cases directly this time, so you have been sitting for a long time this time..." Meng Chengbiao said truthfully: "Maybe it will be ten years."

Huang Biao was stunned: "No, the government... I... I just stole the oil."

"Then let me read it to you. What are you doing on April 4th, April 7rd, and March 4st this year?"

"This one……"

"March 3th, March 16th, you are also stealing oil, aren't you?"

Huang Biao didn't dare to say a word, he was only bold on the outside, but in the face of being imprisoned, he couldn't be bold.

Meng Chengbiao said "En", and put the file aside: "If you are not sensible, I will send you to the detention center first. Later, we are almost busy here, and I will ask my subordinates to make another record for you, okay? ..."

Huang Biao was shocked, and hurriedly said: "I am sensible, sensible!"

"What do you know?"

Huang Biao tentatively asked, "How do you think I am sensible?"

"Tell some accomplices to come out, let's save some time and count you as meritorious service." Meng Chengbiao also had a slippery look.

Huang Biao hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "How many?"

"It's up to you. If you confess more, you will spend less time in jail. If you don't want to do meritorious service, others will." Meng Chengbiao said in a philistine tone.

It's actually about the same.Some people act arrogantly and are easily reported by their peers.And what the peers can grasp is only those people.

Huang Biao chatted with Meng Chengbiao for a few more words, and then began to spit out slowly.

This vomit is three people, all oil thieves who have cooperated with him temporarily.

The investigators took notes without surprise or joy.

Ordinary small cases are actually as simple as that. After arresting a few people, the snowball can begin.The typical example is catching prostitutes. Now they are looking for people from the collection records of the little sister.

The same is true for stealing oil. The average criminal will be sentenced to less than three years, but if you can find a few old friends together, you will be out in a year or so. As the saying goes, two people share the pain, and the pain is only half of it. one……

After Meng Chengbiao squeezed Huang Biao dry, he was escorted out, drank some water, and waited for another one to come in.

Just like what he said to Huang Biao, today's criminal suspects will only make detailed notes if they are willing to explain quickly.

Those who are going to be boiled will be sent directly to the detention center.Wait until today's arrest work is over, and then send people to the detention center to slowly bring people for interrogation.

The chain of evidence that Jiang Yuan pulled out was just collected before, and it was enough to arrest people. If a little more evidence was found at the scene, or if the suspects corrected each other, the evidence for criminal detention would be more than enough.

One after another, one after another, the work of interrogation quickly became a hard work like an assembly line.

Meng Chengbiao is as safe as ever.

Work is work. When he was working in the criminal police detachment of Changyang City, he often encountered similar situations.When encountering a large-scale operation, it is common for several brigades to set off together and arrest hundreds of people in one go.

In provincial capital cities, the scale of crime will increase, that's it.

Of course, in Changyang City, there were always more interrogators, but the nature of the work remained the same.

"Name?"

Meng Chengbiao watched the people being interrogated sit down, and opened a new file.

"An Zhiqiang." There was a lot of timidity in the suspect's voice.

Meng Chengbiao looked up, showing no sympathy at all.

Just today, the number of cases under his hands is almost double digits. Regardless of whether the suspects come from different places and have different experiences, in the final analysis, they are almost the same type of people.

"Age." Meng Chengbiao asked.

"25, 26 years old." An Zhiqiang replied.

Meng Chengbiao curled his lips and continued to ask questions step by step.

At the end of the interrogation, Meng Chengbiao saw that An Zhiqiang was trembling, so he said comfortingly: "You don't have to be afraid, go to the prison and reform, strive for meritorious service, and you will be out in a year or two."

"How many more people should I report?" This classmate An Zhiqiang also confessed his "colleagues", but the results obtained are obviously not satisfactory.

Meng Chengbiao smiled: "If you can report more people, of course you can do more meritorious deeds, but it is impossible not to go to jail at all, unless it is a great merit."

"Is the murder case a great achievement?" An Zhiqiang's voice became low.

"Of course, if you can report a homicide case that the police don't know about, your case may be considered a probation." Meng Chengbiao began to concentrate.

Don't look at An Zhiqiang's weak appearance, it doesn't affect him knowing some secret news.

An Zhiqiang hesitated again.

Meng Chengbiao tugged with him a little.

An Zhiqiang opened his mouth again, and his words were astonishing: "I saw my mother and her boyfriend, they killed someone and even dismembered the body."

Meng Chengbiao didn't expect that he was in his 40s this year, and he could still judge new gadgets.

Murder and dismemberment, this kind of case is never easy.

But to report his mother's murder—Meng Chengbiao asked himself, if it was him, he would rather spend a few more years in prison than this.

The murder case was confirmed, and there was a dismemberment plot, which was basically the death penalty.

Meng Chengbiao used the method of recording, delayed for a few seconds, thought for a while, and asked hotly, "Where is the body?"

"They shipped it out and buried it," An Zhiqiang said.

"Where is it buried?"

"do not know."

"Who is the deceased?"

"I don't know, I don't know." An Zhiqiang answered quickly.

Meng Chengbiao took the time to ask a few key questions, and then said: "Tell me about the specific situation you saw."

An Zhiqiang recalled it for a while, his body couldn't help trembling, and then said: "I went home early that day, and I heard a noise in the room, and opened the bathroom door without thinking much..."

An Zhiqiang lowered his head: "My mother was dismembering the corpse and lied to me about killing a sheep. She was still wearing shoes on her thigh..."

Meng Chengbiao continued to ask for details, and at the same time quietly sent a message to Jiang Yuan and others.

At the beginning, he was not sure whether An Zhiqiang was telling the truth or a lie.Some mental patients will even confess the imaginary plot.

However, as his inquiry deepened, the possibility of murder was already very high.

(End of this chapter)