The so-called new victims were listed on the small blackboard.
He was so familiar with that person that he spent one-fifth of his life with him.
The faces you see every day when you go about your daily life, the noises you hear when you go home every day, and the sourness you hear from a hard day's work when you get close every day.
That person interspersed in his short life of more than ten years and nearly twenty years, like a weed on the roadside. When you care about him, you know where he is. When you don't care about him, he disappears without a trace. .
He also knew that the other party knew many of his unknown secrets, and he kept his promise and carried those secrets from birth to death.
No one - at least Chen Qing didn't know.
From this perspective, he did a great job.
Chen Qing took two steps forward, looking a little surprised. His uncle's photo was posted on the small blackboard, and the time of death was marked below the photo.
The time of death was estimated at around two o'clock last night.
The death was very intense and the passing was very restless.
His face was almost completely torn off, and most of his head was opened.
Judging from the environment at the scene, it seems that the victim was not completely dead when the face was cut, resulting in a struggle and further violence by the perpetrator.
His blood stained the surrounding walls red and almost soaked the grass beneath him.
When he was found, he was lying on the northernmost side of the first road in the south ring of the city.
It was far away from his home, but it was a place he had to pass on his way to work.
He would pass by there during his nearly two-hour commute, and then he would hold on to the wall and gently kick his heels with his toes to relieve the soreness on the soles of his feet.
There he was, in the alley where he had walked for more than ten years, dead as hell.
After his wife learned about her husband's death after get off work hours, about three hours later, she came to the police station unhurriedly.
He looked at the corpse, and then spat in disgust; he looked at the corpse, and then vomited in the corner for a moment.
After that, she never stepped into the morgue. After that, she didn't even show any emotion.
"What a woman with a heart of stone..."
Many of them said so.
"She didn't even try to hide it."
They struggled with the words in their mouths, and in the end they could only sum it up simply and scrawledly in three words: "true temperament."
But no one cares whether she is really sincere or not.
All they care about is who the murderer is.
Therefore, they naturally regarded this wife who never shed tears as the object of observation.
No wonder she always had a smile on her face when she sat in the corner of the police station.
Almost no one, after seeing that appearance, would think that she had nothing to do with this case.
Then, when Chen Qing saw her and his aunt, they were separated by a piece of glass in the interrogation room.
"Has she been making such a fuss?" Chen Qing pointed to the people in the interrogation room, looking quite surprised.
"It's been almost an hour." Jiang Wan frowned, sighed, and then looked down at the transcript in front of her.
"The firepower is really strong."
Chen Qing nodded, "Turn down the air conditioner."
He whispered, but turned up the air conditioner a few degrees, and then changed it to heating.
No one else noticed, but Jiang Wan saw it, but she didn't say anything. She glanced at it and then focused on the woman.
It's despicable to use this method on an innocent person, but it's very kind to a person who, apart from the evidence, almost has it written on his face that I am a participant.
Three or five minutes passed quickly, and she took off her thick clothes; after another two or three minutes, she was already covered in sweat.
When the time came, Chen Qing happily turned the air conditioner to 16 degrees for cooling.
The temperature is very cold, and the white mist blown by the air conditioner graphically tells the people in the interrogation room that the temperature is cooling down.
But she won't realize that she is a very careless person.
She slapped the table, pointed at the interrogating police officer in front of her, and kept saying obscene words.
She watched the two young men put on their coats and saw the sarcastic smiles on their faces. She was very unhappy: "Smile, laugh, laugh! Laugh! They are as thin as sticks! Die!" I can’t even get a ounce of flesh out of my body!”
"People like you! Go and see if the kidney is okay first! Don't fuck with pork for only three minutes!"
The expressions of the two police officers remained unchanged, their heads lowered, they glanced at their phones and continued to wait.
But behind the glass, Chen Qing took a pen and wrote a line.
"Skinny... dead..."
He looked at the words and turned to the police officer beside him to ask: "Have you investigated the entry and exit records at her door? Recently... no. Have any strong men come in and out of her house?"
Beside him, someone nodded. That person was responsible for watching the city's surveillance videos.
"As for her house... there is, but the comings and goings are not frequent, and the time is very regular. She enters at 2 pm every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday, and leaves at about 1 am in the evening."
"The man has been in these three days..."
"As usual, I'll be home at nine o'clock in the evening."
Chen Qing's brows tightened as he listened.
"Can I ask about her children?"
Jiang Wan shook her head and replied: "Her child has intellectual disabilities and is still a minor. From a procedural point of view, his words are not necessary as evidence."
"But just chatting in your spare time is fine, right?"
Jiang Wan nodded, but still showed a bit of unwillingness.
The confessions given by children like this will actually be quite confusing, and they are extremely easily affected by the conversation during the conversation.
Just ask him what you want, and he will give you the answer you want most.
But the answer won't be objective.
"Have you done any genetic testing?" Chen Qing asked again.
"The deceased currently has no relatives..." Beside Chen Qing, the police officer in charge of the test paused for a moment: "We have not asked for DNA testing. In principle, we will not do this test."
"Then let's do it." He nodded and tapped his fingertips on the board in front of him several times: "I will make one share with the deceased's, and one share with his son. Then..."
He raised his head, looked at the trembling woman in the interrogation room, and said, "His son will have a share with that man."
…
Facts have proved that it is extremely easy to cause headaches when a sudden heat becomes suddenly cold.
Physical discomfort is the easiest way to destroy a person's psychological defense.
They watched the woman cover her forehead and her voice became less sharp before they started to ask the first question.
"Your husband..." they hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask: "Where were you on the night your husband died."
She gritted her teeth and glared at the two policemen in front of her. She gritted her teeth because her teeth were trembling crazily.
The lining was wet and the jacket was not thick.
The weather outside the police station was not too cold, and she didn't wear many clothes.
She gritted her teeth, hoping to suppress her fragile side, and her trembling teeth made her uneasy. She looked at the two people in front of her who were calm and seemed to have had a premonition, and her mouth hesitated, and she wanted to spit out threats.
"You...you are corporally punishing! You are lynching." She couldn't say anything else, but looking at the two policemen in front of her, she obeyed.
"at home."
"Are there any witnesses?" They didn't expect to get an answer.
"have."
"Who?" They raised their eyes, with deep surprise hidden in their eyes.
"Zong Haoqiang."
"relation."
She hesitated, her voice a little tangled: "Brother..."
She rubbed her thighs and put her hands between her legs to get heat. She didn't know whether it was shyness or something, but her voice became much softer.
"lover."
When she said that, there was a different kind of shyness; she seemed to have regained her youth, and then was ashamed of everyone.
But no one wanted to see a woman in her forties who was out of shape and showing signs of menopause being shy, so they interrupted the woman's memories.
"From so many points to so many points."
"Since... around two o'clock in the afternoon, around two-thirty, oh! My son also saw him! He can prove it!"
"What about departure time?"
"Leaving time..." She frowned, as if she couldn't remember: "It seems... it was the morning of the next day. He never came back, so we didn't think about leaving."
Hearing this, the police officer opposite raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid that your husband will hit you?"
"Just hit him!" She waved her hand nonchalantly, with unspeakable disdain in her tone: "It would be nice to give him a kennel. Why don't you come up and push him? There is a bed in the kitchen at home, so it's not like we won't let him. sleep."
They nodded and said nothing more.
"The relationship between you and your husband..." They hesitated for a moment. It seemed that this topic was no longer appropriate to ask.
"It's okay, it's okay. He makes a lot of money and can give me ten thousand yuan every month." When she said this, she seemed to be talking to a passerby.
When asked what a passerby was wearing, she said, "It's okay, it's okay, that's it."
She was so unabashed about it.
As a result, their brows frowned even more.
"Such a family will have trouble sooner or later." Behind the glass, Jiang Wan's tone was filled with regret.
"But maybe this kind of family can last for a long, long time." He tilted his head and looked at Jiang Wan with a calm gaze.
Time, this abhorred weapon, can make almost anything unacceptable acceptable.
The same is true for family.
Jiang Wan nodded, and she said "hmm" in a low voice, with a little strangeness in her eyes: "What kind of change... will break this habit?"
She looked at Chen Qing, and Chen Qing looked at her. The two of them thought of one thing at the same time.
…
In the interrogation room, her words became a little more excited. When the police officers in charge of the interrogation asked about the time and place, the motive for the crime, and whether it had anything to do with her, she seemed to be confused. Like a new person.
She became unruly and contemptuous of these police officers. She looked at them and arrogantly put up an invitation: "It's useless for you to tell me this! I know the law! You idiots! No!" The evidence can only keep me in jail for two days at most!
I tell you! Wait until I get out! You all have to die for me! "
Then there were some meaningless threats, saying that he knew the director and the county magistrate, and that he would expose them when he got out.
Words like these made their ears prick.
