Daqing Criminal Division

In the end, did the officials find important evidence about the case from the homes of Yang Qingbing and Fu Sunxian, as Fuchaerji and Duan Xiao said?

——Yes, but there is.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, a group of government servants who were sent to search the two people's homes also came back with a bunch of things.

As for what exactly was found in the two people's homes, I will not talk about it here for the time being, but the criminal trial of this case is also going on in the government prison.

At this moment, the two yamen arrest officers had just finished interrogating the son Zhu Can.

Most of his testimony about the fourth murder has already been recorded and is ready to be used as evidence in the official custody for murder.

In the end, the villain also looked like he was refusing to subdue the law.

But at the moment of being shackled, the expression of Juzi, who had read the sage books for many years, was still in a trance for a moment.

It's just that since he has decided to take this path of desperation, he can't blame others, so in the end, one of the murderers who committed the murder was taken away.

Right now, on both sides of the wall that does not communicate with each other between the two yamen torture chambers.

The interrogation between the two most important suspects in the murder case is also in progress, but the two conversations that occurred in it are very different.

He was in the Yamen of the state capital and the prison of the West Criminal House.

White lanterns were lit on a dark and damp corridor.

Duan Xiao, who had just left for a while, opened the gate of the execution room and came in. He sat down again, and sat face to face with one of the suspects, Yang Qingbing.

A row of torture instruments and shackles hanging next to it made the atmosphere here a bit gloomy.

On the small table directly in front of the two, a shadow belonging to the beam above the execution room was hitting between the two.

Neither of them said a word, Duan Xiao seemed to be watching every move of the person opposite.

This scene was inexplicably creepy, to the point that Yang Qingbing, who was just a common man, didn't dare to look up at the man in front of him.

To be honest, Duan Xiao's appearance is not as fierce as those government servants.

On the contrary, he doesn't have any superfluous expressions, but he can also give people a full sense of oppression in this kind of blandness.

Because this kind of person is ruthless.

It is often written in the bones, not in the face.

It is precisely because of this that it teaches people to be especially afraid.

--"Da da."

A small hourglass used to record the interrogation time in the yamen is dripping water.

The sound of the drops of water falling and beating the utensils is very eye-catching. Every interrogation room here in the yamen has a pair of hourglasses that are exactly the same.

The one on Duan Xiao's side just pointed to the second quarter.

Since the interrogation usually lasts no more than three minutes, this conversation is bound to end in one minute.

As for the place separated by the wall next to this cell.

Holding hands in silence, Fucha Erji, who had just walked in like Duan Xiao, was also having a separate interrogation with Mr. Fu Sun.

From the personal perspective of Fu Sunxian in the cell, Fucha Erji had been observing the hourglass on the side as if waiting for something. During this period, Fu Sunxian, an old scholar who had kept his head down, was also facing him silently.

--"Da da."

In the ear, the same dripping sound of the copper pot next door is also ringing.

Within a moment, two interrogations were going on simultaneously.

From the perspective of the two suspects who were temporarily held in prison, they didn't know that Fucha Erji and Duan Xiao had been facing their own suspect since just now.

The two also asked some of the same questions to Yang Qingbing and Fu Sunxian.

From the basics of what day is this month, do you still remember some details on the way back to the state capital that night last month, and who you met.

For example, what is the weather like that night, whether there is a dark moon, what have you been doing at home recently, etc. At first glance, it sounds very ordinary and inconspicuous.

This basic questioning technique is a common conversation technique in criminal name filing.

The main function is to allow the suspect to relax as much as possible when being interrogated, so that it is difficult to ask the prisoner's true thoughts in an overly alert state.

Because sometimes, the important breakthrough point of a case is precisely revealed by the casual words in the suspect's mouth.

It was also for this reason that they spent so much effort going back and forth with these two suspects.

During the period, these two people would come out from time to time and walk around on the grounds of 'taking evidence'.

This 'suggestive' move also put a lot of psychological pressure on the two suspects locked inside.

Because they each concealed what happened on the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival, the more evidence the government showed to join, the greater the pressure on themselves.

Here are the answers to those questions.

Yang Qingbing, the salesman on Duan Xiao's side, gave very bad answers, and sometimes he started to make incoherent words, and behaved very flustered.

He kept saying that he didn't quite remember what happened that night, what he saw on the road, he just remembered going home early.

As for the answer from the painting master Sun Xian, he was relatively calm. Even though some ordinary people could be seen to be nervous about facing the government, the various questions Fucharji asked him were relatively comprehensive.

Fuchaerzi didn't say anything about this, but only added some discussions about his daily painting skills, and Fu Sunxian also responded one by one, and his attitude was not bad.

"It's so hard... the salesman Yang Qingbing is the real culprit?"

For a while, he stood outside the execution room on both sides and watched this scene silently.

Witnessing the interrogation of Fuchaerzi and Duan Xiao.

But it seems that each of them has something strange, and the head of the police, Ma Zixiu, is also a little puzzled.

Because if the situation of these two people is put together, anyone will always feel that something is wrong with Yang Qingbing's state, and at the same time, the suspicion on him seems to be a little bigger.

But then, under the somewhat uncertain gaze of the policeman Ma Zixiu.

Over there, in the torture room where they were still interrogating, Fucha Erji and Duan Xiao raised the biggest question about the two suspects, and it was also this question that completely guided the case. changed.

"So, you brought so many goods with you that night, and you drove so long back, but you didn't have time to pay attention to these things?"

After asking this question, Duan Xiao squinted his eyes deliberately as he spoke.

"No, no, really no, I'm too anxious to go home and celebrate my mother's birthday..."

As he said that, the salesman was already rubbing his hands nervously and anxiously. His complexion was visibly unwell, and his white and fat face and hands were also sweaty.

Thin beads of sweat on his forehead fell down like he didn't want money.

It could be seen that Yang Qingbing was really anxious.

"My lord, I swear to God, I really didn't, I didn't kill anyone... The death of that little girl really has nothing to do with me... I don't know them at all..."

Opened his mouth so bitterly.

Salesman Yang Qingbing was sweating profusely after being interrogated. He has denied the murder until now, but at the same time, he has been hiding something.

Seeing this, Duan Xiao also stretched out a hand to gently rest on the table, and simply changed the way of talking to him, holding a bag of things and showing him a look.

"Then this thing, do you know it?"

When I saw this bag of 'Chen Tea' found at home.

Yang Qingbing trembled even though he rested his fingers on it. He seemed to be unable to find any more words to explain all this for a while.

"You look very nervous, Yang Qingbing, look for yourself, is this the 'Chen Tea' you brought back from your mouth last time?"

"..."

These words made Yang Qingbing, who was suddenly silent, become restless.

He knew that the thing on Duan Xiao's body was not the old tea leaves that he had handed over to the government before, but also some other things that he had brought back in tea tins.

"So, what did you do on the night of the Ghost Festival, Yang Qingbing?"

Duan Xiao asked.

"I'll let you think about it for a while, and then answer me when the hourglass is full."

Duan Xiao added another sentence.

As he said this, the sound of water dripping from the hourglass in the copper kettle continued to ring.

The anxiety in the salesman's heart was magnified.

The real truth about the night of Hungry Ghost Festival in him seems to be coming out.

He knew that if he continued to hide the truth, even if he refused to admit it, he would be suspected of murder. It was the same. Under Duan Xiao's pressing step by step, he finally showed a trace of retreat, and lowered his head in sweat. Head slowly said,

"Yes, my lord, the villain admits that the villain... did evil things that night, but what he did... was not murder."

As soon as these words came out, Duan Xiao also understood that the 'thing' he originally wanted to ask had already been asked.

Because the matter with Yang Qingbing had nothing to do with murder, Duan Xiao only knocked on the table to indicate that the next door could start, and then continued with his own affairs.

"Boom-"

He heard voices from next door.

Knowing that Duan Xiao was probably going to the 'critical point', Fuchaerzi opened his eyes like a hooligan when he leaned against the back of a chair in the prison room.

He and Fu Sunxian have been sitting face to face since just now, but now they are finally able to open and honest.

His voice is a bit rough, but it has the taste of a full-grown man. He speaks in a leisurely manner, which doesn't make people feel too stressed.

"Having said so much, Mr. Fu's answer is very good. After listening carefully, your suspicion is much less."

"However, when I was collecting evidence at the government that day, I saw a few paintings of Mr. Fu. They were all busts, flowers, birds, insects and fish. Based on what you said just now, I know that you are usually a person who is good at observing details. Are people and painters like this?"

——"All, it's all like this, but the villain's painting skills are not good, I'm afraid he can't bear a good observation, and he can't be regarded as a good painter..."

Fu Sunxian said this with a little embarrassment.

As I said last time, the paintings on the fan taken as evidence are all busts, flowers, birds, insects and fish.

But because he was so modest, Fucharzi also took out something that had been prepared, and said something slowly.

"No, I'm afraid you are an excellent painter, it's just that you never draw what you are good at."

"...You, what do you mean by that, but isn't the salesman also half suspicious?"

This sounds a bit strange.

The old scholar Fu Sunxian was a bit puzzled when he heard the words, but he didn't know what the detective in the yamen meant. The topic just started,

"Actually, who is the real culprit who killed Zhang Meichu?"

"In the beginning, I hesitated between you and the salesman, because one of you seemed to be lying because of the two of you, and even Yang seemed more suspicious."

"But later I found out that the reason why Yang Qingbing panicked was because although he didn't kill anyone that night, he was also doing something that would be questioned by the yamen if he was found out."

"Because what he sold privately was not old tea, but dried poppies that were canned for the second time from others."

As soon as these words came out, it happened to explain why Yang Qingbing and Duan Xiao just happened next door.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Qingbing refused to admit that he had committed murder.

However, regarding the fact that he sold such goods privately as a salesman, it was also against the law. That's why Duan Xiao used the interrogation to deceive him just now.

That's what he said, but Fucharzi didn't delve into this point, but continued to talk to the old scholar along the topic at the beginning.

"Regarding Zhang Meichu's death, I have tried to deduce the psychological thoughts of the criminal at the scene time and time again, but it has always been difficult to understand how he was able to be so calm after the murder, and why he must Turn women's hands and feet red."

"The accomplice may just be imitating others poorly, but the real murderer must have his own fixed habits and reasons for doing so."

"Red night shoes and red nails, although all of these refer to women's chastity since ancient times, and they are also in line with the murderer's own preferences, but this morbid pursuit of color is also a bit weird."

"At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but later, when I saw your paintings, I suddenly understood."

After saying this, Fucha Erji and Fu Sunxian were both silent for a while.Fu Sunxian's expression was dazed and puzzled, but he didn't show any flaws, but Fuchaerji seemed unmoved.

"My lord, the villain doesn't understand... The villain is a heart patient, can't lift his shoulders or lift his hands, how can he be stronger than that salesman, and can kill a person with his bare hands without any fear?"

"He usually sells goods everywhere, so he is naturally stronger than you, but among the two of you, you are much braver than him, painter Fu."

"Well, what's the point of this?"

As if he really didn't understand, Fu Sunxian asked back pretending to be suspicious.

"You are actually color-blind, aren't you, Painter Fu?"

Fucha Erji's words came suddenly, but it seemed that Fu Sunxian's expression finally showed a subtle change for the first time.

"Am I right, or is red the only thing your eyes can't see?"

To say that at the beginning, Fucharzi may not have seen any problems in these very badly painted fans.

But it was just when Zhu Can was arrested, he recalled the words of Fu Sunxian he had seen at the beginning, and he felt that he finally seemed to be able to understand the real purpose of the murderer with red sleeping shoes.

Was the murderer a foot fetishist?

Judging from the autopsy results, most of the deceased's feet were about the same size, obviously yes.

And this is a person who needs to be very observant, even more obsessed than ordinary people, and pays attention to other people's feet.

But why he must paint these specific things in red again, this point may also have an important psychological reason related to the murderer himself.

Ladies, men, flowers, grass, insects, fish.

The things in this painting are all the most basic colors, such as yellow, gray, and brown are the main colors. These things have been common in Gongbi paintings since ancient times, but there is something strange about these paintings. place, I am afraid that it will return to this color.

From ancient times to the present, red is the positive color.

Because red dye needs a very small probability of iron to be added in both painting and firing porcelain, red has been expensive since ancient times, such as literati painting, if not for this reason, it would not be often used.

There is very little red in Fu Sunxian's ordinary paintings, or there is no trace of red at all.

Flowers are not red, and women's lips are not red.

They are all replaced by other grays and browns, which also makes his paintings mostly foggy. What's even more strange is that he didn't do it deliberately, but it seems that he can't distinguish these colors at all.

Just now, the reason why Fucha Erji proposed to let the government servants go to the two people's homes to search is actually for this reason.

Because Fu Sun was color-blind first, there were no red items in his home at all, and even the dyes were marked with brown and red colors. of painting dyes.

"I have heard of a disease before. In the eyes of these patients, red is congenitally invisible, and most of them will recognize it as other colors such as brown. This disease is carried from birth, so In daily life, we often do things that make it difficult to distinguish colors."

"Substituted into the murderer's motive, his perverted pursuit of red itself can be understood."

"Because of his own abnormal preferences, and because he has never seen red in his life, he also began to have a different pursuit of red, whether it is the blood dripping from a woman's body, or red nails, or red sleepwear. Shoes, these are the dreams he has always pursued."

"In your paintings, flowers, birds, insects, fishes and busts are all badly painted. I'm afraid it's because you don't practice often at all. But a painter usually doesn't even practice these basic fine brushwork. What are you practicing?"

"Obviously, his favorite things to paint may not be those above, but women's feet."

When he said the last four words, Fucha Erji obviously observed the expression on Fu Sunxian's face.

Sure enough, the old scholar's calm and timid expression from the beginning finally showed a crack, and the crack seemed not obvious, but in the next second, Fucharzi still asked the most deadly question.

"If you don't want to admit it, you may as well answer me, which of these two pictures is red and which is brown?"

This problem is that even a murderer like Fu Sunxian can't evade his suspicion.

Because on those two sheets of paper, the red and brown flowers that are so obvious to ordinary people, he really couldn't tell them apart at all.

The same is true, the lips showed some sickly purple, and the real culprit finally revealed a trace of his true face, then slowly lowered his head, and in the shadow of the execution room, he twitched the corners of his mouth with a weird twist.

"Yes, you guessed it right, I killed the person, and I am exactly what the government has been trying to catch... the red night shoes murderer."

The author has something to say: If this article does not write about ancient times, I should write them as two policemen... As a fan of Hong Kong dramas, I really love the double policeman design haha~

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