Three hundred thousand dollars!
Phoebe's target was Steer. He suddenly said that Wingerson gave him 300,000 to kill Heather. The case jumped too fast, and the rural police were not so adaptable.
"Are you joking?"
"Sergeant Wang, as you said, this is a formal interrogation occasion."
Detective: "What kind of family is this, a murder family?"
Wang Dengming: "Mr. Feibidi, Wingerson is finished. You understand. You said Wingerson gave you 300,000 US dollars to kill Heather. Did you accept it?"
"Received."
"Do you have bank statements?"
"Of course, you can go to the bank to check. Wingerson gave it to me in the form of a check on the 10th last month."
"You are very honest. Can I make another assumption? The money Wingerson gave you was used for other purposes, not to kill people."
"Inexplicable inferences are not good for you as a policeman. Rational analysis is the necessary quality of a good policeman. You must be like me and be able to show my good fighting qualities when facing opponents on the battlefield."
The detective smiled and said: "Phoebe, you are like an instructor now. We are police, not soldiers."
Wang Dengming: "Okay, excellent instructor, please tell me why Wingerson asked you to kill Heather."
"I have already said that Heather is a dangerous person. She is a person who likes to play exciting games. Only exciting games can alleviate the symptoms of her depression."
"Exciting games, can you give me an example?"
"She's blackmailing the police."
The country policeman was surprised again.
"Who is she blackmailing?"
"I don't know exactly who the police officer from the Sioux Falls Police Headquarters is."
"How did you know?"
"Stell told me."
"Can you be more specific?"
But Phoebe said, "I want to smoke."
Wang Dengming frowned.
"Mr. Phoebe, you need to understand the situation. Your arteries are damaged and your lungs were injured by bullets. Do you still want to smoke? Do you want to see God as soon as possible?"
"If you don't give it, just end the conversation."
"I'm just giving it to you. This is the intensive care unit. The doctor will allow you to smoke in the intensive care unit! You don't do this."
Phoebe's eyes were looking out the window.
"You can open the window a little more without telling the doctor."
Wang Dengming and the detective exchanged glances.
"Okay, just one, just one."
The detective took out his cigarettes, took out one, and handed it to Feibi Di. Unexpectedly, Feibi Di said: "I never smoke other brands of cigarettes, let alone inferior cigarettes."
This is the rhythm of making trouble, but at this critical moment, Fei Bidi has completely pinned Wang Dengming.
"I have cigarettes in my car, sitting on the dashboard."
When Wang Dengming sent Feibidi to the hospital, he drove Feibidi's car. The car was in the hospital's ground parking lot, less than a five-minute walk from the emergency room.
It takes about eight minutes to go there and back.
The detective went to get a cigarette, and Fei Bi Di closed her eyes to rest. Wang Dengming came to the doctor's office and asked the doctor to check Fei Bi Di's condition. The doctor said that it could continue, but it should end as soon as possible.
Locking the door of the custody room, Feibidi took the cigarette case.
He could only move one hand, which was inconvenient. Wang Dengming opened the cigarette box for him and found that he had only smoked one cigarette.
"What brand of cigarette is this?"
Wang Dengming took one out for him, brought it to Feibidi, and lit it for him.
"Just one!"
Wang Dengming reminded him again that he was worried about whether the smoke would affect his injuries, but Wang Dengming couldn't care less. The case had reached this point and he didn't want to delay. The nights were long and there were many dreams, and anything could happen.
Feibi Di pumped slowly, and Wang Dengming watched closely. He was afraid that Feibi Di would cough violently. If he coughed, not only would the doctor scold him bloody, but the interrogation would also be unable to continue.
Phoebe had a slight cough.
Wang Dengming's hanging heart was relieved, and the detective breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This guy really doesn't want his life. Let's go on. Did Stel tell which department of the police station the policeman who was blackmailed by Hesse belongs to?" .”
After finishing her cigarette, Phoebe didn't answer.
The detective was angry, and Wang Dengming gestured to the detective to be patient.
Feibidi has been thinking about this issue for the longest time.
"Probably someone from the Crime Unit of the Sioux Falls Police Headquarters."
The detective gave a low whistle.
Wang Dengming also smiled and said: "It's getting more and more exciting. Isn't this Copperfield's major crime team? Isn't it Copperfield who was blackmailed by Heather?"
Feibi Di also smiled: "This is indeed an interesting thing."
"How did Heather blackmail the unknown police officer?"
"Steer said that Hesser saw a policeman knock down a pedestrian on the street one night, but the policeman escaped. Hesser later recognized the policeman, so he continued to blackmail him. An unlucky police officer, she didn’t extort just once, she extorted $5,000 to $10,000 each time.”
The three people in the custody room were all laughing. It is conceivable that the guy who was blackmailed must have collapsed.
For a moment, Wang Dengming even forgot that he and the detective were interrogating prisoners.
Smiling, Phoebe took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it himself.
There was nothing wrong with the first one just now, so Wang Dengming just let him go.
Phoebe was particularly enjoying the cigarette. While smoking, she said: "This man can't be Copperfield. He won't escape. I know him and it can't be him."
"Did you tell Copperfield about this?"
"Didn't say."
"Heather's blackmailing the police has nothing to do with Wingerson's desire to kill her, right?"
"It doesn't matter. The reason why Heather did that was because Heather was pestering Stell, and Wingerson didn't like Heather. He didn't like her at all. He hated Heather extremely. In order to get Heather to leave Stell, Wengerson was going to give her a large sum of money, but Hesser refused to leave Stehr and kept stalking her. Of course, Stehr liked Hesser, so this matter made Wengerson very distressed. Although he did not see that his son's depression was fake, he saw that Heather was a depressed patient. If two depressed patients get together, they might one day happily commit suicide together. This is Wenger Sen will never tolerate it.”
Wang Dengming: "So, if you can't bear it anymore, and there is no other way, Wingerson will let you kill people?"
"Yes, I agree."
"Then, can we say that you were the one who killed Heather."
After finishing her second cigarette, Phoebe lit a third one, as if she was enjoying herself a lot.
The detective said: "Phoebe Di, the cigarettes you smoke are not of the same brand!"
"As long as it's better than yours, your cigarettes smell like paint."
The detective was speechless and stared at him with contempt.
"Phoebe, answer the question, did you kill Heather?"
"Don't worry, Sheriff, you will know soon whether I killed Heather or not."
