crime shadow [criminal investigation]

【Your boss blows up the cowhide. 】

As soon as Lin An ran to the reception room, he received a message from Wang Zhipeng. He was about to reply "My boss never brags", and then Wang Zhipeng sent another message.

[Your boss told Wen Hongliang that we have the lawyer's investigation materials in our hands, and Wen Hongliang was frightened. This person has a ghost, but the key point is that we have nothing!Sun Yihang still hasn't remembered?It's over, your boss is going to the director's office to drink expired Hua Maofeng, this is a fraudulent confession! 】

Lin An swallowed, put the phone back into his pocket, and shouted towards the reception room: "Sun Yihang!"

Sun Yihang, who was immersed in grief and couldn't extricate himself, was shocked by the roar, and moved to the corner with his hands and feet.

"What are you hiding?" Lin An lifted him back to the chair and pressed his shoulders, "Let me ask you, do you remember the investigation data the lawyer showed you?"

Sun Yihang shook his head with wide innocent eyes.

Lin An really hated iron but steel: "You said you were wronged. After six years of squatting in the house, you never thought about what was wrong. What do you do every day?"

"I stepped on the sewing machine," Sun Yihang was powerless to defend, "I just stepped on the sewing machine in the house to show that I was smoking, so I don't have time to think about other things."

Lin An: "..."

"What happened?"

Lin An heard the sound and looked, only to see a head poking out from the thin blanket not far away, the eyes under the fine black hair carried a bit of impatience after being disturbed by someone's dream.

"Why are you still here?"

"Oh, I'll wait for Ah Bei." Jiang Nan got up wrapped in a thin blanket, scratching his hair casually, "Has the blood on the notebook been found? Is Ah Bei trying to cheat a confession?"

Lin An: "..."

Can we keep a low profile?

"What bloodstains? What fraudulent confession?" Sun Yihang's waist was no longer sore and his legs were no longer hurting, and he suddenly became energetic. "Did you catch the criminal? Can you prove my innocence?"

Sun Yihang sobbed emotionally, took out his mobile phone and wanted to call his mother to announce the good news.Jiang Nan stopped him in time, and said in a lazy tone that was about to wake up: "Don't worry, the police have nothing in their hands. If you want to prove your innocence, you have to rely on yourself. Do you remember who was mentioned in the investigation materials?" Yet?"

Sun Yihang's hand holding the phone began to tremble, and he moved his feet slightly, like ants on a hot pot: "It's been too long, I..."

"It's okay," Jiang Nan comforted him softly, "Let's tell you something you know."

At the same time, the interrogation room.

"You guys are trying to lie to me..." Wen Hongliang's IQ was polarized from his honest appearance, now he recalled it and said with a smile, "If you really have that survey information, you still need to tell me here It’s time-consuming, and if you still ask Wen Yu what he’s doing, just ask me, Wang Yuqi. Is this how the government works? Just catch anyone and say they’re suspects, and I’m going to sue you!”

Jiang Bei put his hands on the table comfortably with nothing in his hands, and crossed his fingers: "I'm just giving you a chance to confess. You know that once the police catch you, you will find out that there is something wrong with you sooner or later. You must not be known unless you do nothing about it." .Your situation is very likely to be shot down, but we have to protect your right to life, so we can give you a chance to fight for leniency."

Having worked with Jiang Bei for a long time, I knew that he didn't like to talk nonsense. Yang Chao heard him talking useless things to delay time, and he knew that if he couldn't come up with anything to scare Wen Hongliang, he would only become worse when Wen Hongliang reacted. Honestly, it is even more difficult to make a confession.

He gestured to Wang Zhipeng outside. Wang Zhipeng still hasn't figured out how he changed from a melon-eating crowd to a participant, but sending Buddha to the west doesn't matter so much. Anyway, he wasn't the one who violated the discipline, God. When it collapsed, a tall one stood up.

Looking at the text message from Lin An, Wang Zhipeng didn't know what it meant, pressed the headset and said to Jiang Bei: "Ms. Wang, 300 once."

Wen Hongliang didn't intend to stay longer. He looked at the time and got up to leave: "Officer, if I'm fine, I'll go back first. My dad should wake up."

Jiang Bei didn't stop him, but said, "You used the account of 'Li Mingyang' to transfer money to Wang Yuqi."

Wen Hongliang tensed up all over.

Jiang Bei thought he had guessed right, so he struck while the iron was hot: "One transfer is 300, which is the price for Wang Yuqi to be a mannequin. Later, you changed your name and didn't update the information. In addition, the lawyer's authority is limited, so you can't investigate further. It became a fish that slipped through the net."

"..." Wen Hongliang rolled his small eyes, vigilant like a fox, thinking whether the police really had evidence.

"You like Wang Yuqi." Jiang Bei said with certainty, "You and Cheng Ye had conflicts because of Wang Yuqi, but Wang Yuqi didn't like you, so you approached her on the grounds that you needed a mannequin. If I remember correctly, you were once an art student , Wang Yuqi took your order, but you can't bring the girl you love back to your old school. At that time, you were expanding the dance classroom at Soubun Middle School, so you asked Wang Yuqi to meet in the studio after school. Unexpectedly That night, Wang Yuqi invited Cheng Ye, and you were jealous and unwilling, so you smashed Wang Yuqi to death in a fit of anger, and waited for Cheng Ye to go over to take over the offer. Don't deny it, the art teacher at Soubun Middle School has already identified you."

This plot is really bloody, but Jiang Bei has to make it as real as possible. As long as there is one sentence that stabs Wen Hongliang, half the battle is won.

Wen Hongliang trembled uncontrollably as if someone had picked up a fig leaf, his eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed his dark pupils like evil hands: "...how do you..."

Hearing Jiang Bei's serious nonsense, Yang Chao felt that something was wrong, so he drove the clerk out of the interrogation room and took notes by himself.

Jiang Bei tossed Wen Hongliang a cigarette, leaned slightly, and the shadow that was dormant under the table crawled out quietly, and suddenly jumped in front of Wen Hongliang: "Can we have a good talk now?"

Wen Hongliang tried his best to keep his eyes from hiding, but the violently constricted pupils betrayed him: "...the case is closed, it has nothing to do with me, even if I know Wang Yuqi, we are still dealing with her legitimately."

"Of course, Wang Yuqi is so expensive, and you don't have the money to whore."

"Ahem!" Yang Chao almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. These words were not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

Wen Hongliang's face turned from white to red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his anger value soared.A person with a tendency to dominate like this does not allow others to challenge his so-called dignity.

"Wang Yuqi is a whore who can give her up for money, and I will prostitute her every now and then!"

Jiang Bei: "You admit it. You know Wang Yuqi, and you know her private life better. You know that she is prostitution. This is contrary to your confession just now. Explain why you lie, because you are afraid that things will come out?"

Wen Hongliang chose to remain silent.

"Is it not rare to whoring or not?" Jiang Bei bit Wen Hongliang tightly like a hunter, "You spend 300 yuan to see Wang Yuqi. Cheng Ye is different. Wang Yuqi begged to see him because he was young and beautiful. You are good at studying, and it is completely different from you. You were so angry that you killed Wang Yuqi and wanted to frame Cheng Ye, but someone arrived at the scene of the crime before Cheng Ye, so you just let it go, and someone will take the blame for you anyway, right?"

Wen Hongliang didn't answer, his chest heaved violently.

"You don't want to talk about this? Well, let's talk about something else," Jiang Beidao said, "In early 2000, you signed up for the art test, but failed, and went to a junior college, majoring in medical imaging. It was nothing at all, But Wen Yu was born, your mother was ill again, and the family couldn’t afford you, so you had to drop out of school and go to the construction site with your father. Without Wen Yu, you could graduate and get a decent job. Do you think the current situation is all right? It was caused by Wen Yu, so you imposed your unfulfilled dream on Wen Yu and forced her to learn painting. As a result, Wen Yu was disobedient, so you moved your mind, didn't you?"

Wen Hongliang's eyes flickered, and after a while he laughed: "Dream... what is dream? In order to buy milk powder for her, I sold all my dreams to waste paper collectors for [-] cents a catty!"

"This can't be your reason to kill her, she is your own sister!"

"No, what I said can only prove that I am very kind to Wen Yu. I have done my best. She was not taken care of when she was a child. I took her with me everywhere. Isn't that good?" Wen Hongliang wiped the tears in the corners of his eyes, dry and cracked A bloody smile curled up on his lips, "Officer, if you say that I killed someone, you can't just make it up."

"What's the matter?" Lin An hurried back to the cubicle, sticking the one-way glass on his whole body, observing the situation in the interrogation room.

Wang Zhipeng spat: "Wen is a stinky stone in a latrine. If it's soft or hard, he won't eat it. If he's beaten to death, he won't admit it. If my son stops smoking, he will be beaten!"

Lin An put on the headset and said, "Brother Jiang, Sun Yihang said he remembered what the missing physical evidence was. It was a painting, which was hung in the studio. The painting was scratched and said to be Cheng Ye's award-winning work."

Jiang Bei listened to the voice in the headset, and tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, like the ticking of a pendulum.

"Killing Wenyu and Xu Yinlian may be a plan you have thought about for a long time. Regarding Xu Yinlian, I think she said something that angered you. Since it is a plan, you must have made all the preparations. What about Wang Yuqi, it is the first time to kill you Did it ever occur to you that you missed it?"

Wen Hongliang smiled but said nothing.

Jiang Bei: "I said before that you were jealous of Cheng Ye. When you killed Wang Yuqi, you even scratched Cheng Ye's painting, just like you scratched Wen Yu's sketch—"

"No," Wen Hongliang interrupted Jiang Bei suddenly, "You have no evidence at all! You haven't found anything! You dare to cheat a confession, lawyer! I'm going to find a lawyer to sue you!"

A certain string in Jiang Bei's heart broke with a "bang".

"Cheng Ye...hahaha, there's nothing about Cheng Ye at all! How dare you bully me!" Wen Hongliang suddenly exploded, screaming piercingly as the overturned iron chair rubbed against the ground.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yang Chao took out the handcuffs and strode forward, and the criminal police who rushed over pressed Wen Hongliang on the table.

Lin An and Wang Zhipeng rushed in.

"Brother Jiang, are you alright?"

"How did it happen?"

Jiang Bei raised his hand to signal that they were all right, but his eyes were nailed on Wen Hongliang's flushed face like cold nails: "What do you mean 'there is nothing about Cheng Ye at all'? You never thought of framing Cheng Ye from the very beginning, your goal It's his brother, you already knew they were twins, right?! Let me ask you, what happened to the painting you scratched? Did you know that the painting was not Cheng Ye's, so you realized that I was lying to you? "

Wen Hongliang had his head held down, the rough flesh on his face was huddled together, and a few sneering smiles leaked out of his chest.

"I'm asking you something!" Jiang Bei quickly picked up Wen Hongliang's collar, the veins bursting out on the back of his hand twitched, his sharp eyes slashed at Wen Hongliang's face, and even the criminal police present were stunned.

Wen Hongliang laughed even wider, and slid down like rotten flesh, but refused to speak, vowing to exercise his right to silence.

Lin An was the first to come back to his senses, and motioned to the criminal police to pull the two away, then whispered in Jiang Bei's ear, "We can't extract a confession by torture."

The criminal police hurriedly pulled the two of them apart, and when you said something to me, the small interrogation room suddenly seemed like a frying pan.

"Hey! Take your time."

"Why don't you just recruit and try to deal with it lightly."

"It's useless to resist in the corner, don't think you can escape the punishment of the law!"

……

Jiang Bei's heaving chest gradually calmed down, straightened his crooked clothes, and said in a cold voice: "Don't tell me, right? Check this person inside and out, and a few other people will follow me to search."

Lin An's eyes widened: "Search...search?"

Yang Chao: "It's still night?"

"Why don't we wait until dawn when the lawyer comes to bail him out?"