"How's it going?" Zhou Wensheng looked at Su Xiaoqing who opened the door and entered the room, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Let's take a drink of water..." Su Xiaoqing collapsed on the sofa.
Zhou Wensheng hurriedly stood up and poured water, handing it to Su Xiaoqing's hand.
The orange-red light of the setting sun shines through the glass window behind Zhou Wensheng and shines on the water glass in Su Xiaoqing's hand. As Su Xiaoqing shakes her wrist, it turns into a handful of fragmented golden light.
Su Xiaoqing raised her neck and drank it all in one gulp.
After taking two deep breaths, Su Xiaoqing slowly opened her eyes.
A pair of slightly tired and helpless eyes looked at Zhou Wensheng.
"I'm going to say that I wasted my whole afternoon talking and didn't ask anything. Do you believe me?"
Zhou Wensheng was stunned for a moment.
This result was something he didn't expect.
If this is really the case, it means that Lu Xiaohan has told Zhou Wensheng everything she knows.
Zhou Wensheng slowly walked to the window, looked at the setting sun like salted duck egg yolk on the western horizon, and silently lit a cigarette.
After a day of analysis and compilation, it can be said that the case of Yan Shaojun and Han Weiwei has a clear outline. As long as the chain of evidence is found, the case can basically be convicted and closed.
But apart from this, the rest is still a mess.
Zheng Yu's suicide, Liu Peng's suicide, Cai Lingling's suicide, and the body just found in the garden in the middle of the street at the Xixia Road Police Station.
One by one, Zhou Wensheng was weighing heavily on his mind, making him unable to breathe.
"Old Zhou, on the premise of not violating discipline, tell me about your case, so that I can help you analyze it." Seeing Zhou Wensheng finish three or four cigarettes one after another, Su Xiaoqing couldn't help but speak. .
"Okay." Zhou Wensheng responded solemnly.
It's not that he hasn't thought about asking Su Xiaoqing for help, but he doesn't want to trouble her too much.
Zhou Wensheng frowned and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray in front of him that was already filled with cigarette butts.
Su Xiaoqing could not clearly see Zhou Wensheng's face hidden behind the gray-blue smoke. She only felt that Zhou Wensheng in the backlight seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
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"Comrade police, it's really a misunderstanding..." Mr. Qian tried his best to defend himself while sitting in the interrogation room.
After he carried Lin Shuang downstairs to the women's dormitory, the two men who had been following him carried him like a chicken to the police station near Bar Street.
As soon as he entered the police station gate, he was thrown to the ground. Before he could speak, the two men said eight words to the policemen who came to check the situation——
Malicious drugging, attempted sexual intercourse.
That is to say, thanks to the eight words, Mr. Qian was "politely" invited into the interrogation room. This interrogation lasted one night.
"Misunderstanding?" Zhang Ming, the director of the police station, sat behind the interrogation table and looked at Mr. Qian coldly with a sneer on his face.
Ever since he heard those eight words, Zhang Ming took over the case personally.
Although there is a bar street in my jurisdiction, the fights are usually minor. At most, they are drunk and causing trouble. They can be criticized and educated verbally, the two parties mediate, and then the compensation is negotiated.
But this time is different, but the first four words are already halfway into the scope of criminal law.
"Qian Dajiang!" Zhang Ming slapped the table, making Mr. Qian tremble in the interrogation chair.
It's been a long time since anyone called out his full name so sternly.
"I'm telling you, I'm giving you a chance to tell you now! A chance to confess and get leniency! If you refuse to confess, you will be given a harsher sentence!" Zhang Ming saw Qian Dajiang's fear and hurriedly pursued the victory.
"I...we just drank together, drank a little too much, and then we had a misunderstanding. It was really a misunderstanding, comrade police...I really didn't drug...I am a gentleman, how could I do something like drugging?" Where are the dirty tricks?" Qian Dajiang's eyes flickered but he still spoke harshly.
If you confess, you should be lenient, but if you resist, you should be lenient. If you really confess everything, let alone sitting in jail and squatting for three to five years, your ancestors' graves will be smoking, and your ancestors will bless you!
"Really?" Zhang Ming narrowed his eyes, "I've already sent someone to Somo Bar to get the surveillance camera. When the surveillance camera comes back, if it's different from what you said, you'll be put in jail!"
Qian Dajiang twitched the corners of his mouth and lowered his head.
Confess, or resist?
Lin Shuang was already in the dormitory, and there was no way she would come back to call the police.
He had drugged himself, but the bar environment was dark, and even if there was surveillance, it might not be possible to catch him drugging himself.
Qian Dajiang is still very confident in his drugging techniques.
The most important thing is that there is currently no evidence to prove that he attempted suicide.
After some struggle, Qian Dajiang decided to remain silent to the end.
"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door of the interrogation room.
Zhang Ming stood up, glanced at Qian Dajiang meaningfully, and said quietly: "Let me ask you again, have you been drugged?"
"No!" Qian Dajiang stared at Zhang Ming with wide eyes.
"Wow!" Zhang Ming opened the interrogation room door.
The light from outside the door shines into the interrogation room.
Qian Dajiang felt as if an invisible hand rushed into the interrogation room along with the lights, and then strangled his neck tightly. His breathing became awkward and his brain went blank for a moment.
"How is it?" Zhang Ming asked.
"Suo Zhang..." The little police officer outside the door hesitated to speak.
Oops!
Zhang Ming felt bad and closed the door of the interrogation room with his backhand.
The light in the corridor was blocked again. Qian Dajiang, an old man, was keenly aware that there was something wrong with his case!
As for whether the problem was good or bad for him, Qian Dajiang couldn't make a conclusion at the moment.
"What happened?" Zhang Ming outside the door frowned and asked in a low voice.
"Zhang Suo, we called the registration reservation number provided by Somo Bar, but the boss said on the phone that he was out of town and would not be back until tomorrow night at the earliest..."
Zhang Ming's face slowly darkened as the police officer reported.
"I was worried that the boss might have thought something was going on and wanted to run away, so he hurried over with people. As a result, a big lock at the door was locked firmly. We looked inside through the glass door and found nothing. Signs of business or fighting.”
"Zhang Suo, tell me...did they not commit the crime at Somo Bar at all?" the police officer added after a pause.
"You mean, he lied and then wanted to confuse the direction of our investigation?" Zhang Ming touched his chin and said thoughtfully.
"Well, now you take several groups of people, take this kid's photo, go to the bar street, go door to door, check the queues, see if anyone has seen this person, then say that he is a fugitive murderer, if anyone has seen him It has appeared in the bar street. Those who provide clues will be rewarded, and those who conceal it will be charged with cover-up!" Zhang Ming gave the order after thinking for a while.
"Yes!" The policeman saluted, turned around and ran away.
Qian Dajiang.
Zhang Ming turned his head, his bright eyes looked at Qian Dajiang, whose face was uncertain on the interrogation chair, through the crack in the door, and said silently in his heart——
What are you trying to hide by lying?
