Reborn in 1995, Criminal Investigation Records

"Dead... insane!" Zhu Guolong replied in a hoarse voice.

Zhou Yang nodded and showed him a document: "Wen Zhenhao's wife miscarried after three months of pregnancy and then developed mental problems. Unable to bear the absurdity of his and his wife's affair, Wen Zhenhao lied to the outside world that he was going abroad. As a result, he was found dead by suicide in a ditch in his hometown."

I'm not qualified to comment on this matter because I'm not you, I can't empathize with the grievances you've suffered, and I certainly won't tell you any nonsense about taking a step back and seeing the bigger picture. I just want to ask you one question.

How did you know someone wanted to kill Deng Fangfang?

Zhu Guolong remained silent for a long while, his eyes reddening: "Thank you for your understanding. I didn't know she wanted to kill me. I received a phone call that day; the caller told me not to go home, saying that Deng Fangfang wanted to kill me!"

Zhou Yang frowned: "Didn't you ask anything?"

Zhu Guolong gave a bitter smile: "Why didn't I ask? They said if I wanted to know, I should wait for their notification in a month!"

"Do you know who the other person is?"

"I don't want to know, but I know that what Deng Fangfang gave me must have been instructed by him, right?" As he spoke, Zhu Guolong looked at Zhou Yang and the other man, but he couldn't see anything in their eyes.

Why a month later? The answer is obvious: if the case isn't solved within a month, it will become a cold case, and that might be Zhu Guolong's death day.

"Why do you think the other party would kill Deng Fangfang?"

"I have no idea..."

The interrogation of Zhu Guolong has ended. With the evidence basically complete and his suspicion cleared, he can leave once the formalities are completed.

"Zhou Yang, Teacher Wang asked me to bring this over!" Just as he stepped out of the interrogation room, Shi Ya from the laboratory ran in and shoved a report into Zhou Yang's arms.

Ignoring Liu Chengyu's meaningful smile, Zhou Yang glanced at the report briefly and handed it to him.

"Yes, Master, these reports are irrefutable evidence that proves Wen Zhanbo is the murderer!" As he spoke, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. In two more hours, it would be dawn.

It's time to bring this case to a close.

"You're with me!" Liu Chengyu took one last deep breath, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and gave the order.

Zhou Yang shook his head: "No, I'm just a trainee police officer. I've already broken the rules. What would I look like if I went again?"

"What, does anyone have a problem with this?" Liu Chengyu glared at Zhou Yang and pulled him toward the interrogation room.

He wanted his apprentice to witness firsthand the criminals' final struggles and sophistry in the face of irrefutable evidence, and also to let Zhou Yang experience the thrill of a case about to be solved.

This kind of thing can be inspiring. When a case is difficult to solve and you can't sleep at night, think about today and give yourself some motivation.

Squeak...

The interrogation room door was pushed open, and Zhou Yang and Liu Chengyu sat down on the left and right sides respectively.

Liu Chengyu slammed the documents in his hand onto the table with a loud bang, staring intently at Wen Zhanbo: "Are you going to confess now, or wait until you've seen the evidence before confessing? But if you confess now, it can still be considered a confession. If you confess after you've seen the evidence, the sentencing will be different!"

Wen Zhanbo's nonchalant expression suddenly froze; the old policeman's demeanor after entering was completely different from last time.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I heard you arrested Zhu Guolong too. Could you ask him to plaster my house? After all, she's his wife..."

"Pfft..." Wen Zhanbo, who was speaking, saw Zhou Yang laugh, and his expression became slightly unnatural. He frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about what Zhu Guolong's expression would be if he found out about your request when you invite him to meet again in a month!" Zhou Yang waved his hand with a smile, looking apologetic.

But this interruption caused Wen Zhanbo to fall silent for a long time: "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't ask to meet him, and I don't even have his mobile phone number."

"How did you know he had a mobile phone?" Liu Chengyu asked casually.

"It's normal for a boss like him to have this. I remember Deng Fangfang once told me that. Is there a problem with this, officer?" Wen Zhanbo quickly composed himself and looked back at the two men.

"Wen Zhanbo, I'm really curious, did you get together with Deng Fangfang to get revenge on Zhu Guolong, your father Wen Zhenhao, or your mother?" Zhou Yang asked, resting his chin on his hand with a look of curiosity.

"Shut up, don't mention them in front of me, don't mention them!" Wen Zhanbo's originally refined face was instantly replaced by a ferocious expression.

Liu Chengyu looked at the face that had shed its disguise—this was the real Wen Zhanbo.

"I'm also very curious how Zhu Shuxuan will view you after she finds out about your relationship with her stepmother. If you two break up, you won't get a single penny of Zhu Guolong's assets. What are you after?" Zhou Yang ignored the other person and continued to criticize.

Wen Zhanbo, whose face was contorted with rage, calmed down upon hearing the question, regaining his composure: "You want to make me lose my temper, then suddenly bombard me with questions, and finally pin this case on me? I won't fall for your tricks!"

Zhou Yang looked at the other person with an indescribable expression on his face. This guy really had a high opinion of himself.

"Wen Zhanbo, as the person in charge of this case, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Will you confess voluntarily, or should I show you the evidence?" Liu Chengyu frowned and interrupted him.

Many people would say, "Why don't you just show him the evidence? Why waste your breath talking to him?"

actually not.

First of all, this is a procedural matter. The principle of leniency for confession is clearly written into the criminal law, and the suspect can obtain a lighter or reduced punishment according to law. For the police, this is not something that can be done or not done at will, but a necessary step. It is to point out the way left by this law to the suspect and give him the choice. Whether he accepts it or not is his business, but whether he gives it to him or not is our duty as the police.

Secondly, this can be understood as him accepting the punishment wholeheartedly. He not only submitted to the law but also confessed. The evidence can prove that he did it, but only when he confesses himself can he admit that he "did it" in the face of the law and his conscience. This is a complete explanation to the victim and society, and the implementation of justice will be more solid and thorough.

Finally, the suspect recanted his confession in court. It is common for cases to be returned for further investigation due to doubts about details. A stable and voluntary confession can firmly stitch together the motive, process, and objective evidence to form an impeccable chain of evidence.

Therefore, getting a suspect to confess is not about begging him, nor is it about saying nice things or empty words. It's about using the most solid methods to ensure that the outcome is no longer in doubt.

But judging from the other person's expression, it was clear that they still didn't intend to accept this concession.

"I'd like to know what evidence you have!" Wen Zhanbo leaned back in his chair. "If you're going to use torture to extract a confession, I might confess faster!"

"If you have evidence, produce it quickly. I'm curious too, hurry up!" he said, looking at the two of them provocatively, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"I bet you're using Deng Fangfang for revenge, not genuinely caring for her. So you probably really hate walking with her, especially for over 40 minutes..." Zhou Yang said, leaning back like the other person.

"I bet you'd probably ride a bicycle after the crime to minimize the chances of being seen. Unfortunately, due to your emotional state, the bicycle broke down when it crossed a ditch. And you certainly wouldn't be carrying a large bag of clothes, including the murder weapon, around town..."

At this point, he slightly raised his head, looking at the pale-faced Wen Zhanbo: "Do you want me to tell you what I found where your car broke down?"