"Thank you. I'll take him away. I'm sorry to trouble you during this time." Zhou Wensheng solemnly shook the hand of the deputy director of the detention center, Ding Yuan, and thanked him.
"We are all comrades in arms, why are you so polite!" Ding Yuan said with a hearty smile.
Zhou Wensheng turned around, glanced at Song Qiao, who was tied up in a wheelchair, and said to Wang Bin who was pushing the wheelchair: "Push him up first and wait for me for a while. I have a few words to say to Director Ding .”
Seeing Wang Bin pushing Song Qiao into the car, Zhou Wensheng turned around and asked politely and slightly seriously: "Director Ding, I would like to ask, is there something wrong with Lao Luo?"
When he heard on the phone that something was wrong with Luo Wenxi, Zhou Wensheng's first reaction was that there was something wrong with Luo Wenxi's old mother's condition.
But after arriving at the detention center today, Zhou Wensheng keenly discovered that the people who had been following Luo Wenxi all had unfamiliar faces.
Ding Yuan glanced at Zhou Wensheng, then looked around, hesitated again and again, and then lowered his voice and said: "Director Luo has violated discipline. If you are really his friend and want to help him, then take the time to see him. Others It’s not convenient for me to say more.”
"I understand, I understand." Zhou Wensheng nodded repeatedly and responded softly.
"Thank you then." Zhou Wensheng shook Ding Yuan's hand tightly, "I'll come back in two days."
After saying that, Zhou Wensheng returned to the car under Ding Yuan's watch.
Sitting in the cab, Zhou Wensheng turned around and looked at Song Qiao who was still tied to the wheelchair through the small ventilation window in the middle of the explosion-proof panel, and said coldly: "What happened to Director Luo has nothing to do with you, right? "
"I don't understand what Captain Zhou said." Song Qiao's eyes were hidden in the dark in the wheelchair, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Director Luo was entrusted by me to keep you under my watch 24 hours a day. Now that he has a problem, you dare to say that it has nothing to do with you?!" The sound of Ruo Youruo Wu's back molars grinding came from the cab.
"I don't understand." Song Qiao snorted, simply closed his eyes and stopped talking to Zhou Wensheng.
Sensing the repulsion in Song Qiao's tone, Zhou Wensheng stopped talking, took a breath, and drove back to the city bureau quickly.
In the interrogation room of the Huzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau, a dazzling incandescent lamp hung directly above Song Qiao's forehead.
Song Qiao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could not avoid the dazzling light no matter how he adjusted his posture.
"If you have nothing to ask, please send me back to the detention center quickly!" When Zhou Wensheng continued to smoke his second cigarette, Song Qiao finally couldn't help but speak.
Zhou Wensheng had no expression on his face, looked at Song Qiao calmly, and slowly blew out a string of smoke.
"Captain Zhou, is there something wrong with your brain? Bring me here and don't say anything!" Zhou Wensheng's calm look made Song Qiao uncontrollably angry.
"Yan Shaojun has been arrested." Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes of his cigarette and spoke calmly, interrupting Song Qiao's anger as if nothing had happened.
Song Qiao's face changed the colors on the palette one by one the moment Zhou Wensheng's words fell.
But he still pretended to be calm and said calmly: "So what?"
"According to what he told me," Zhou Wensheng took a puff of cigarette, paused, looked at Song Qiao's stiff eyes, and said slowly, "What he said is different from what you told me before. So this time I ask you I came here just to check some details with you.”
After hearing Zhou Wensheng's words, Song Qiao couldn't help but tremble.
He lowered his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said impatiently: "Ask me quickly! I hate seeing you police now!"
"Yan Shaojun said that he found out that he was following and filming Han Weiwei, and then he made an appointment with you. Then you took the initiative to tell him that if he didn't hold you accountable for following and filming Han Weiwei, half of the benefits you gained would be given to him..."
"He farted!" Song Qiao's face turned red and his whole body was shaking.
"He..." Song Qiao was about to explode, but when he looked up and saw Zhou Wensheng, he suddenly stopped talking.
"You want to deceive me again." Song Qiao sneered, and the light in his eyes instantly became sinister and vicious, "Do you think I will be stupid enough to fall for the same trick twice?"
"It seems that you don't have a clear enough understanding of the situation you are about to face." Zhou Wensheng said calmly.
"Forget it, since you just said you hate seeing our police now, let's end today's conversation now." Zhou Wensheng stood up, sighed softly, and said to Wang Bin, "Sign him a confession. Then let’s transfer it to the court and go through the process.”
Wang Bin looked at Zhou Wensheng with some hesitation.
"Why are you so stunned! Go quickly!" Zhou Wensheng frowned and urged with a hint of displeasure.
"Boss, this life case..." Although Wang Bin took out the confession form from the folder, he was still fighting for it.
"You really have nothing to worry about! The person involved doesn't care, so what's the point of your mother-in-law!" Zhou Wensheng said, glaring at Wang Bin.
Wang Bin looked at Song Qiao worriedly, stood up, placed the confession in front of Song Qiao, and said softly: "Mr. Song, please take a look. If there are no problems, we can just sign and fingerprint at the end." , after the process is completed, we will send you back to the detention center."
Although Song Qiao was flustered when he heard about the case involving human life, he still pretended to be calm and read the confession carefully.
After reading the last word, Song Qiao had already greeted all eighteen generations of Yan Shaojun's ancestors in his heart.
He never expected that Yan Shaojun would actually say that Song Qiao was the one who pushed Han Weiwei downstairs!
At this time, Song Qiao's guilt changed from murder to intentional homicide.
From being in jail and being "tortured" by his fellow inmates, he has become a murderer in exchange for his life.
Song Qiao was in a daze for a moment. He couldn't make up his mind whether he should sign or not.
He was afraid that signing would be equivalent to admitting the crimes framed by Yan Shaojun.
He was also afraid that this was another trap set by Zhou Wensheng for him.
"It's just a few words, haven't you finished reading it yet?" Zhou Wensheng, standing by the door, lit a cigarette impatiently.
"Captain Zhou, is this confession...is it true?" Song Qiao hesitated again and again and asked in a gentle tone.
"What's real or fake? Didn't you see everything? Who am I? I'm a policeman! People's policeman! Would I lie to you?!" Zhou Wensheng blew out a puff of cigarette impatiently, "Hurry up and sign, finish signing We still have to go to dinner after get off work!"
Song Qiao looked at the confession in front of him and then at Zhou Wensheng, his eyes hesitantly moving between the two.
"It says... I killed Han Weiwei... How will I be sentenced..." Beads of sweat appeared on Song Qiao's forehead.
"Killing people to pay back debts has always been like this since ancient times." Zhou Wensheng snorted coldly, "Now we have the brooch found at the crime scene that can only belong to you, and now we have Yan Shaojun's confession. This The case can basically be determined, but the final decision depends on the court.”
Zhou Wensheng took a puff of cigarette, paused, and continued: "But if you delay in signing and delay our handling of the case, the most we can do is add one more article to you, and you have a bad attitude of pleading guilty. You know the law, and your attitude of pleading guilty is The court’s sentencing is very important…”
"I didn't kill anyone! That bastard Yan Shaojun lied!" Song Qiao broke down and interrupted Zhou Wensheng.
