Liang Yinuo looked directly into Fang Zhengyang's eyes, trying to see his heart through the lenses: "Don't worry, you can't be wrong."
"Come back with us and tell us slowly."
He paused: "Or, we can tell you."
After saying that, without waiting for Fang Zhengyang to defend himself, someone took him to the car.
Perhaps there was too much movement. Fang Zhengyang's parents came out of the house one after another. The old couple were wearing pajamas. When they saw the police at the door, they didn't know what happened.
Seeing clearly that it was Zhou Zhimo and Liang Yinuo, he asked nervously: "Officer Zhou, what is going on?"
Fang Zhengyang's mother asked anxiously and frightenedly: "Is there a result in Yuanyuan's case?"
As they walked to the door, they saw Fang Zhengyang in handcuffs outside the door: "What's going on?"
Fang Zhengyang's mother turned her head and looked at Officer Zhou, her eyes widened: "Officer Zhou, you came to the house in the middle of the night, without saying a word, why did you arrest Zhengyang?"
Fang Zhengyang's father also saw it. He held on to the door frame and asked in a low voice: "Officer Zhou, what is Zhengyang doing?"
"Do you think there is any misunderstanding?"
Zhou Zhimo looked around and then said to the old couple: "There are some things that we need to take him back to investigate."
Fang Zhengyang's mother cried anxiously and pointed at her son's hands: "Then cuffing him like this is a way of arresting the prisoner?"
Zhou Zhimo explained: "This is our work process, please cooperate."
She shed tears: "My daughter died in an unknown manner, and you haven't found out why yet."
"They came again in the middle of the night to take my son away, and they asked us to cooperate."
"Excuse me, how else can we cooperate?"
Liang Yinuo took a step forward and wanted to speak, but Zhou Zhimo stopped him with his hand.
He whispered: "We will take him back for an investigation, and I will inform you of the results."
"It's too late, you should go to bed early."
Looking at the old man who was getting older and more haggard every time, Zhou Zhimo finally couldn't bear to express his doubts about Fang Zhengyang.
Back at the unit, in the interrogation room, Fang Zhengyang maintained his superior sitting position and looked coldly at the policeman sitting at the desk.
Zhou Zhimo asked him: "Do you want to know why I brought you here suddenly?"
Fang Zhengyang's expression remained unchanged: "Please, this is your business. You should give me a reasonable explanation."
He looked at Zhou Zhimo: "Let me tell you, I will find a lawyer to hold you accountable for your actions today."
Liang Yinuo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, muttering in his heart: "Find a lawyer? Be held accountable? I'm afraid you are not a fool!"
Zhou Zhimo told him calmly: "You can keep your rights."
"Of course, next, you have to answer some questions first."
"First of all, where were you at three o'clock in the afternoon on February 17th?"
Fang Zhengyang rolled his eyes behind his lenses: "I'm at home."
Zhou Zhimo asked again: "What are you doing at home? Is there any witness?"
Fang Zhengyang replied: "Everyone in the family can prove that we are preparing for my father's birthday at home."
Zhou Zhimo asked him: "When did you come back, and when did you leave?"
Fang Zhengyang answered without thinking: "The company has a lot of things and no time. So I came back the same day and left the next afternoon after my dad's birthday."
Zhou Zhimo asked him again: "Why did you come back this time?"
Fang Zhengyang looked at him and said, "My only biological sister died in mysterious circumstances. Of course I have to come back to see what happened."
"What's more, if something like this happens, my parents will definitely not be able to bear it."
"After shopping for medical treatment, there must always be someone around to take care of you. I also came back to fulfill my filial piety."
Zhou Zhimo asked him: "Isn't the company busy?"
Fang Zhengyang adjusted his glasses: "No matter how busy the company is, at this critical moment, I have to put down my work."
"Family people are the most important."
Zhou Zhimo said: "You have a very good relationship with your family."
A trace of imperceptible disgust flashed in Fang Zhengyang's eyes: "I am also in my thirties and forties, and I can understand the hard work and difficulty of being a parent."
He knew that Zhou Zhimo must have investigated his relationship with his parents, and his answer was accurate: "Even if you talk back to your parents when you were young, it was just a rebellious behavior."
Zhou Zhimo checked and found that Fang Zhengyang once had such a quarrel with his parents that he did not go home for several years.
In contrast, their parents love Fang Qiyuan more.
When getting married, in order to let the daughter live a happy and comfortable life after marriage, the dowry is also generous.
In contrast, when Fang Zhengyang got married, his father-in-law's family paid for it. Although the wedding was very grand, it was all organized by the woman's family.
When Fang Zhengyang faced the question of his relationship with his parents, his answer was very standard.
Zhou Zhimo asked him again: "Do you and Lin Jiajun have any regular contact?"
Fang Zhengyang told him: "There is little contact."
"You also know that I am too far away from home, and I have never met his brother-in-law a few times."
"There will naturally be less contact."
Zhou Zhimo didn't want to talk in circles with him anymore and went straight to the point: "How involved were you in Fang Qiyuan's death?"
Fang Zhengyang smiled wildly: "Officer, please ask me questions after you find out more."
"Don't slap people with any arbitrary label or accuse them of anything you want."
"Who am I? I am Fang Zhengyang, and Fang Qiyuan is my biological sister."
"You can't investigate and give us an explanation. Do you want to create some trouble first and then stop us from pursuing the truth?"
He looked at Zhou Zhimo and the others with sudden realization and said, "I understand, Lin Jiajun has a good father."
"You officials must have protected each other and helped him, a murderer, cover up the truth."
What Fang Zhengyang said was so true that even Liang Yinuo felt that if he hadn't seen those videos and found out the information, he would have almost believed what he said.
He also admired Fang Zhengyang's acting skills in his heart, he could win an award.
Zhou Zhimo looked at the information on the table and read it to him: "At three o'clock in the afternoon on February 17, you got off the bus and went straight to Lin Jiajun's house."
"A note was stuffed at his door, and before that, you asked your mother to call Fang Qiyuan back to her parents' home."
"You are trying to plant a seed in Lin Jiajun's heart without Fang Qiyuan's knowledge to prepare for the future."
"You also provided Lin Jiajun with access to hallucinogenic drugs, and also gave him a mini stereo that can be controlled remotely."
"During this period, you used big data to guide Lin Jiajun to see various videos of the murder of his wife, and elicited the evil shadow in his heart."
He looked at Fang Zhengyang: "Next, you can tell it yourself, it will be more exciting."
Hearing this, Fang Zhengyang smiled: "These are all things without evidence, that's just a story."
Zhou Zhimo smiled: "You are wrong..."
