"In another interrogation room." The interrogator said meaningfully, "You probably don't know that Li Yongxun is very famous here. She is very good at torturing prisoners, especially female prisoners." He paused, meaningfully. Said, "She teaches her apprentices well."
Of course Lin Ming knew the meaning of these words. He knew Li Yongxun's "skills" and thought of what his lovely sister-in-law was suffering. I couldn't help but feel severe pain in my heart, and cold sweat dripped from my forehead. Unable to calm down anymore, he said in a trembling voice: "What did you do to her?"
"It's nothing, it's just to invite you to the urn," the interrogator said coldly, "She confessed: You said that there is a Jin Yiwei who is active in the local area. But you also know that there is no evidence alone, and you are unwilling to tell the ugly Yin Mao. , I had to ask my colleagues to continue to torture her to confirm whether she was telling the truth and whether she had told the truth..."
"No, no." Lin Ming was in a state of confusion. He went deep into the tiger's den, all because of this sister-in-law. He knew a thing or two about the torture methods of the Jin Yiwei. The imperial prison was the Senluo Palace. If the thief was to "repay the other person with his own way," my sister-in-law might not have a chance to survive.
If something happens to her, she won't be able to feel at ease even if she dies: he fails to save others, but instead harms her life.
Seeing sweat pouring down his face, the interrogator knew that he had hit his weak spot, and continued to say in a playful tone: "Don't worry, our Song Senate is the most humane, and torture to death is generally not allowed. It will happen, but sometimes life is not necessarily better than death..."
Lin Ming grasped his hair tightly with both hands and lowered his head in pain. After a while, Lin Ming slowly raised his head: "Let her go, I will listen to you in everything."
A smile appeared on the interrogator's face, "It's easy to talk! But Mr. Lin, you are just talking without proof. You have to show some sincerity, haha! Just like the question just now..."
Lin Ming swallowed and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I really came here alone." Seeing the interrogator's face darken. Lin Ming quickly continued: "But I know there are other members of the Jin Yiwei here."
"Oh?" The interrogator was indeed interested: "Keep talking." Lin Ming said in his heart: "I'm sorry, brother, I can't protect myself now."
"The secret code you found was indeed left by me. I wanted to use it to contact Li Yongxun. But what I saw at the meeting place was another person."
"Who is that person?"
"She is a woman in her twenties. I don't recognize her. She looks like a wanderer in her dress. She also wears a leather collar around her neck, like a dog wears..."
"A woman in her twenties, a wandering warbler, wearing a leather collar..." The interrogator thought for a few times. He turned his head and said a few words to the person next to him. When the person heard it, he stood up and walked out of the interrogation room. After a while the man returned to the interrogation room. Holding a paper bag in hand.
The interrogator said to Lin Ming: "Look carefully, which one of the Liuying you saw that day? Remember, don't play tricks, otherwise it will not be good for you or her." After saying this, the men next to him opened the bag. He took out a few photos and spread them out in front of Lin Ming for him to identify. Lin Ming recognized this person at a glance as the person he saw that day, Xin Nachun.
When the interrogator saw the result of Lin Ming's identification, he couldn't help but sneer: "It's true, hehe." Then he asked Lin Ming: "What did you say when we met that day?"
Lin Ming said: "When I saw that the person who came was not Li Yongxun, I wanted to leave, but she kept pestering me. At that time, your officers came over, took her away, and said she wanted to be whipped for illegally soliciting customers. After that, I never saw her again. she."
"Write down the contents of the code."
Lin Ming had no choice but to write down the contents of the code one by one. It was said to be a code, but in fact it was not a written code. It was just a set of secret codes similar to how thieves communicate with each other. They could only exchange simple information such as time, location, and whereabouts.
The interrogator looked at the contents of the secret code he wrote, stood up and ordered: "Take him into custody temporarily and wait for orders from above!" After that, he turned around and planned to leave. Lin Ming said hurriedly: "I told everything I know. When will you let her go?"
The interrogator stopped and turned around and said: "Mr. Lin, you are also a veteran of the world. How can it be so easy to get away like this? But seeing that you are very cooperative today, she doesn't have to suffer for the time being. As for the future, it depends on you." That's great." After saying that, he turned and left.
After receiving this answer, Lin Ming slumped down on the interrogation chair like a deflated rubber ball. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: "If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"
Wang Qisuo has been sleeping very soundly these days. "Assisting in the investigation" has almost come to an end. He answered fluently and felt that there were no flaws. Seeing that no one came to question him anymore, he had probably passed the test.
He killed Xin Nachun before taking action. As for the secret messages between him and Sima Qiudao, he had long ago destroyed them all. As for the manuscript of "Ping Kun's Notes" compiled from all kinds of information he collected in his daily life, he has also secretly destroyed it.
Now, he is safe. As for Shi Weng's mission, it was because they were unlucky, so he couldn't be blamed. After this incident, the stone man should probably know that Lingao is not an easy bone to chew: no one will have a long memory without knocking out a few teeth.
He has already rescued the chiefs in the folk band, and it seems that he has won the favor of the three chiefs. Next, he continued to lurk, waiting for the limelight to pass, and then acted according to the situation.
He doesn't like Shi Weng at all, nor does he like the "adult" behind him, nor does he like the Ming court. If possible, he would like to hang out in Lingao for the rest of his life, at least in peace and stability. But sometimes people are so helpless. The wealth and life of their family are in Shi Weng's hands. He couldn't help but think too much.
Fortunately, Shi Weng's action was quite generous. To some extent, he still has some motivation to lurk here.
However, this morning, the guard came to his room: "Wang Qisuo! Follow me!"
Wang Qisuo quickly stood up and followed the guard out of the room where he was under house arrest. This is a barracks, temporarily used as a residence for the detention of "assisted review" personnel. The interrogation took place in the office.
Seeing the guards taking him to the interrogation room, he couldn't help but mutter in his mind: Why is there still an interrogation?
He felt a little apprehensive, but he still tried to stay calm.
In the interrogation room, he found that the face of the interrogator had changed. Not only had the face changed, but there were also a few more men and women he had never seen before. Someone was wearing a blue collar badge. He couldn't help being surprised. In order to cover up, he quickly stood up and saluted, and loudly reported: "Corporal Wang Qisuo of the Guard Battalion has been ordered to report!"
"Sit down." The interrogator said casually.
"Yes!" Wang Qisuo sat down upright, putting his hands on his knees, a very standard military posture.
"Name……"
The interrogation started with the most basic information of name and age. Wang Qisuo knew this, and he answered the questions one by one neatly. Then I asked about the activities on the day of the cultural festival. Wang Qisuo felt a little relieved.
"Where were you the day before the cultural festival?" the interrogator suddenly asked
Wang Qisuo's heart skipped a beat: That was the day he killed Xin Nachun.
"I attend rehearsals in the folk band." He replied very calmly. This is absolutely true, not only the members of the folk band can testify, but also several elders.
"The rehearsal ends at one o'clock in the afternoon, what happens next?"
"I'm going to serve as a car guard for two young senators."
"Are they Lin Ziqi and Zhang Yunmi, the two elders?"
"Yes, this is an errand assigned to me by the escort company."
"You are not a member of the escort company, why would you go to guard the elders?"
"The guard company doesn't have enough manpower, so I was transferred temporarily."
"Who can transfer you?"
"It's the commander of our company..."
"Your company commander said that you came on your own initiative." The interrogator listened and said, "Is that true?"
Wang Qisuo swallowed: "That's it."
"You are a busy man and an erhu player in a folk band. You are so busy rehearsing. Why do you still apply to join the guard company?"
"There is a lot of work in the camp, and I am embarrassed to be alone..." Wang Qisuo said calmly.
The interrogator nodded, stared at him for a while, and opened the folder: "Your escort mission ends at five o'clock in the evening. Your return mission is at seven-thirty in the evening. Where did you go for the two and a half hours? Already?"
Wang Qisuo took a deep breath: "I'm in Dongmen City..."
"What did you do?"
"Have a little drink," Wang Qisuo said, "and relax for a while."
"Which store?"
"It was a food and wine stall in Dongmen Market. They sold oyster omelette, boiled sea melon seeds and so on... I can't remember clearly."
"Does anyone have proof?"
"People come and go, maybe the guy remembers."
"Nothing else to do?"
"Gone."
"Do you know this person?" The interrogator handed over a photo, and Wang Qisuo took it. He probably already knew who had the photo, and his heart was sinking.
"It's not acquaintance, I just know that she is a prostitute." Wang Qisuo knew that it was impossible to deny that he knew Xin Nachun, so he admitted, "I bought sex from her, but I don't know her name."
"Her name is Xin Nachun, do you remember her?" the interrogator asked, "Have you seen her in those two and a half hours?"
"No." Wang Qisuo denied it. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he had to insist, "I haven't seen it."
"Okay. Then why are there your fingerprints in her room?" The interrogator took out a page and put it in front of him. "There are your fingerprints everywhere in the room, and they are the same as those you left on the file registration certificate." The fingerprints all match."
Wang Qisuo was very calm and didn't even look at the paper. Based on his knowledge: there was no ink or ink pad in the tea house room, and he did not put his fingerprints on any paper at all. Moreover, he strangled Xin Nachun to death, so there was no blood or bloody fingerprints. (To be continued.
