A madman in France? How come he's always at crime scenes!

Chapter 84 Two Diao Weis?

Abandoned breeding farm on the outskirts of Feishui.

The cordon has been set up, the yard is full of weeds, and several rows of abandoned sheds are almost half collapsed.

At the entrance of the innermost feed room, several technicians were taking photos as evidence.

Zhang Ze was standing at the door, his face extremely grim.

Not long after Diao Wei's arrest warrant was issued, his body appeared.

The first person to report the incident was an elderly man who collected recyclables nearby. He said that he had been smelling a strange odor when he passed by for the past two days. At first, he thought it was a dead cat or dog, but this morning he couldn't stand the smell anymore and followed the smell to the police station. He was so scared that he almost fainted.

Meng Jiang squatted by the door, no longer in the mood for a cigarette.

The smell inside was too strong; the stench of decay and moldy feed mixed together, it was really unbearable.

Forensic doctor Lao Qin came out from inside and took off his gloves.

"Based on preliminary findings, the time of death was no more than two weeks ago."

Zhang Ze's expression turned even uglier.

"No more than two weeks?"

"This is just a preliminary assessment from the scene. The degree of decomposition of a body is greatly affected by temperature, humidity, and ventilation. This place is damp and stuffy, so we'll have to go back and do an autopsy to determine the exact time."

Meng Jiang stood up.

"What was the cause of death?"

"It's hard to say right now."

Old Qin took off his mask and took a breath.

"There were no obvious open wounds, and no typical ligature marks were found on the neck. There were medicine bottles in the room, so it cannot be ruled out that the person died from taking medication."

Zhang Ze frowned.

"suicide?"

"But we can't rule it out." Old Qin glanced at him, "The scene was too bad, so we can't give a definitive cause of death right now."

Meng Jiang pointed inside the house.

"Can their identity be verified?"

"The face is barely recognizable, with severe maggot infestation, but the fractured and healed scars on the right lower leg match the medical examination records from Diao Wei's old case. Add to that the personal belongings, and it's almost certainly him."

In the feed room, a technician put a handwritten document into an evidence bag.

Zhang Ze glanced at the evidence bag through the transparent bag and almost threw it on the ground in anger.

"Team Leader Meng."

Meng Jiang took it and looked at it.

There were few words on the paper, no lengthy discourse, and no confession or repentance.

However, after reviewing the entire document, it appears that Diao Wei claimed all the peripheral clues related to the 9.15 case as his own.

Old Qin was wiping his hands beside him.

"Let's send it for handwriting analysis first. We have to examine the authenticity of suicide notes slowly to see if they are genuine or not."

Meng Jiang returned the evidence bag to the technician without a trace of joy on his face.

Diao Wei was found, but he was dead.

This is not a breakthrough for the case.

"go back."

Meng Jiang turned and walked out.

"Mention Wang Ye."

"Officer! I confess! I've told you everything I wanted to say!"

In the interrogation room, Wang Ye's legs began to tremble as soon as he sat down.

"It was all arranged by Brother Diao! Cao Yang was the one who killed him, I really didn't do it! At most I'm just an accomplice—"

"Shut up!"

Zhang Ze gave him a disgusted look and threw the photos of the corpse he had taken at the scene in front of him.

Wang Ye glanced at it and shrank back in fright at the sight of maggots swarming around.

"—Who, who is this?"

"Diao Wei".

Zhang Ze's voice was icy cold.

Wang Ye stood frozen in the interrogation chair, first looking at the photo, then looking up at Zhang Ze, his mouth agape for a long time.

"Diao—Brother Diao?"

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Meng Jiang sat in the presiding judge's seat, his eyes fixed on him.

When was the last time you saw him?

September 21st.

Wang Ye answered quickly, afraid that if he was slow, he would be accused of lying.

"Around 10 PM, in the parking lot behind the Xicheng Freight Yard, Brother Diao told me to get the car ready, saying we might need it the next day."

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Zhang Ze opened the record.

Are you sure it's September 21st?

"I'm sure! I lost over 20,000 that night, I was in a bad mood, I remember it very clearly."

Meng Jiang looked at him for a few seconds.

"Have you seen him in person since the hospital shooting on September 22nd?"

"Never seen him before! We contacted each other by phone!"

When was the last time?

"Twenty-five—oh no! It should be twenty-six!"

Give me a specific time!

Wang Ye looked miserable.

"Twenty-six! It must be twenty-six! I haven't seen him since!"

Zhang Ze pushed over a photo of Diao Wei from an old case file.

"Look closely, is this the person you're seeing?"

Wang Ye looked down.

Diao Wei in that photo was much clearer than in the photo of the corpse; his eyes were deep-set, his brow bones were low, and he looked very gloomy.

Wang Ye stared at it for a long time.

"should----"

"should?!"

"Yes! Almost!"

Wang Ye was so anxious that his tongue almost tied itself in knots.

"Officer, I'm not lying to you! But Brother Diao always wears a hat, and I see him mostly at night. He also rarely turns on the lights in his car. When he asks me to do something, how could I dare to look him in the face!"

Meng Jiang did not interrupt.

Wang Ye became increasingly flustered as he spoke.

"Besides, I only met him recently! Zhang San brought me there and said that was Brother Diao, and told me to follow his instructions from now on. Everyone in the casino called him that, so I just followed suit."

"Where are Zhang Sanren?"

"I haven't seen him since last year. I heard he was attacked and killed in another city, but I don't know if it's true."

Zhang Ze sneered.

"The people around you are all looking for death quite often."

Wang Ye's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Wu Liang sat quietly in the corner of the interrogation room.

He hasn't said a word since he entered. Meng Jiang allowed him to observe the proceedings because Wang Ye's testimony was directly related to peripheral clues in the Cao Yang case. Wu Liang is Cao Yang's defense lawyer, and that's not entirely without reason.

Of course, his name will not appear in the official transcript.

Wu Liang's attention remained fixed on Wang Ye's face.

Fear, confusion, and a rush to distance oneself.

However, his eyes did not wander noticeably when answering questions, and his reactions did not seem to be made up on the spot.

After continuing the interrogation for a long time without getting any results, Meng Jiang became somewhat irritated and waved for someone to take Wang Ye away.

The door closed, leaving only Meng Jiang, Zhang Ze, and Wu Liang in the interrogation room.

"waste."

Zhang Ze slammed his pen on the table.

Meng Jiang frowned at this moment. Diao Wei was now dead, and all the previous clues were now just on paper, which perfectly pinpointed the source of everything to this corpse.

At this moment, Wu Liang suddenly stood up from the corner.

The chair legs brushed against the ground, and everyone's eyes turned to look at them at the same time.

Zhang Ze frowned.

What are you doing?

Wu Liang didn't answer. He walked to the table, picked up the old photo of Diao Wei, and then picked up Wang Ye's draft notes.

"Captain Zhang, who brought Wang Ye there when he first met this so-called Brother Diao?"

Zhang Ze glanced at it.

"He said it was someone named Zhang San, but then he said he might be dead. It hasn't been verified yet."

Wu Liang nodded and flipped through the pages again.

"He then said that all his subsequent contact with this guy, Diao, was at night, and he couldn't describe his appearance clearly."

Meng Jiang looked at him.

"What are you trying to say?"

Wu Liang put the photo back on the table.

"Captain Meng, you keep asking when Wang Ye last saw Diao Wei."

"But have you considered another issue?"

The room fell silent for a moment.

Wu Liang turned his head and looked at the interrogation chair where Wang Ye had just sat.

"Did Wang Ye really meet Diao Wei?"