"You used the fake Adela to lure students into taking drugs, and you extracted a lot of fingerprints from the drug-making equipment found on the roof of your rental house. You got all the stolen goods. What else is there to say?!"
"I don't know what police officer you're talking about. Those things are all scraps I picked up. I don't know what drug-making equipment they are."
"Don't be stubborn, you can still get leniency when you explain honestly, no one can save you if you talk hard!"
"Haha, officers, are you going to take me to the end of the season? It's a capital offense to make and sell drugs. Are you trying to trick me into confessing?"
…
Outside the single-sided glass of the interrogation room, Yan Yan was wearing a Bluetooth headset, with his back facing the interrogation scene behind him.
He untied the bandage on his hand in the rushing water, and put his ripped finger under the faucet, and the blood that solidified immediately turned into red water and flowed away along the fingertips.
The icy sting was like a thousand thin needles pierced into the bone marrow, but he didn't seem to feel it. He didn't even move his eyebrows, and listened intently to the conversation coming from the earphone:
"If you confessed to the accomplice in the back seat of the car on the night of the May 2002 incident, and provided important clues to our police handling the case, the court would not necessarily give a lighter sentence!"
"What accomplice? It's a hitchhiker, I don't know it at all."
"Then tell me now whether this hitchhiker is a man or a woman, how old is he, what physical characteristics, and in what form is he paid?"
"Forget, I can't remember anything."
…
"Fuck, this dead duck's mouth is really hard." Ma Xiang said angrily: "It's been more than eight hours since last night's fatigue interrogation. Either he doesn't know or he forgot, I really want to—"
Yan Yan didn't lift his eyelids: "What do you want to do
Ma Xiang swallowed and saw that there was only one outsider in the house, Qinchuan, so he gave Yan Yan a wink: "I asked the intern to cut off the monitoring, Brother Yan, let's do something about it, shall we?"
Qin Chuan raised his head and smiled in the glass reflection: "Yo, I didn't hear anything."
"Means," Yan Yan hummed, wiped his hands slowly with the white towel, and asked, "What means?"
"Tsk, beat the stomach with a pillow! The back of the handcuffed chair is vacated for the night! I heard that I can't see any scars at all. I guarantee that he will be..."
Yan Yan interrupted him: "Is this called a means?"
Ma Xiang blinked his innocent big eyes.
"I'll tell you what a means is." Yan Yan said, "he cut his hair to pieces and mixed it with milk tea and forced him to drink it. The high light pointed at his eyes to keep him from sleeping for three days, and the burned needles went into his armpits and knees. If it's not enough, use two high-wattage light bulbs to bake his left and right temples at the same time, or use the methods used by Yankees to deal with base members to push the suspect down and directly waterboard , someone has done this before, and later…”
Ma Xiang's entire facial muscles were already stiff, and he trembled after a while: "... Then...?"
Yan Yan gave him a slap and said angrily, "Then it was October 1949 that New China was established! Stupid!"
Qin Chuan burst into unbridled laughter.
"It's alright, don't use those rubbish public accounts!" Yan Xun reprimanded the shivering Ma Xiang: "We are not a horny police station, but a sub-provincial municipal public security bureau. How many eyes are staring at you, do you think it is broken? If you monitor others, you don't know anything? Just a joke!"
Ma Xiang felt very aggrieved, "Then he won't explain what to do if he was killed..."
"Let's not talk about whether the confession forced by the above methods can be trusted, but we will say that Hu Weisheng is really innocent in the one-in-ten million case. -How many years later the unjust case is turned out, will you give him his life or I will give him his life?"
Ma Xiang didn't dare to talk back, he just hummed in a low voice: "... I will get the confession within an hour. Anyway, it's not me who issued the military order to Bureau Wei..."
Yan Yan just opened his mouth to scold, when suddenly the door was pushed open, Gou Li rushed in with agility that was extremely disproportionate to his tonnage, holding the kraft paper bag in his hand: "Come here! Come on! Hurry up! The magic weapon you want is ready! "
Yan Yan immediately took it and glanced at the paper bag.
Ma Xiang asked curiously, "A magic weapon?"
Ma Xiang stretched his neck, and even Qin Chuan couldn't help but look here, but Yan Yan pushed him back one by one, grabbed the paper bag, and gave Gooli a thumbs up: "I'll do it, I'll go. I see no problem with this wave - whoever will open the door and let me in."
Gou Li said modestly, "It's easy to say, old Wei."
Yan Yan: "…"
Qin Chuan patted Yan Yun on the shoulder: "Come in, Lao Wei."
Yan Yan: "You..."
Ma Xiang: "I'm optimistic about you, Brother Wei."
Yan Yan was furious: "You are Viagra!"
With a click of the door, Hu Weisheng raised his head, revealing bloodshot eyes.
The interrogating policeman stood up and called Brother Yan, Yan Yan waved his hand to signal them to go out, then pulled out the folding chair behind the iron table, sat down, and threw a cigarette on the table:
"Come on."
Hu Weisheng moved, but didn't answer, and said with a hoarse smile: "Why, the police officer, is the white-faced person here?"
Hu Weisheng has entered the palace several times, and he may be more familiar with these interrogation skills than ordinary police officers. Yan Yan knew that enough words had been wasted, so he didn't make excuses any more, and said bluntly: "My surname is Yan, the deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau, and the work of the detachment is under my control."
Hu Weisheng narrowed his eyes.
This person is only in his forties, but he has accumulated a bunch of wrinkles early, and every wrinkle hides ignorant cunning and ferocity.
"Come on, don't be nervous." Yan Yan said that he also lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh of relief: "It's not to hurt you, such a big city bureau, even if he wants to drug you No one dares to do it, don't worry."
Yan Yan's voice was low and strong, with a strong male atmosphere, but he was born with a kind of casual taste, as if he didn't care much about anything.
Hu Weisheng's turbid eyes flickered a few times. Although he hesitated, he finally picked up the cigarette, lit it with trembling hands, and immediately took a big mouthful of intoxication.
"Good cigarettes," he murmured, "do you all smoke such good cigarettes when you eat public food?"
Yan Yan hilariously said, "With the police's salary alone, I should starve to death the next day after my salary."
- This is really misleading. Hu Weisheng thought he was really implying something. He didn't expect the police to dare to say such words recklessly in an interrogation room where there is surveillance and video footage, and he couldn't help showing a hint of surprise.
Yan Yan didn't explain it, and he smiled.
"What about you, you also know that you can't be acquitted, it's just a matter of reprieve or taking a gun. Let's be honest, Feng Yuguang died from the medicine you sold, and now the main responsibility lies with you and your accomplice. Body - as long as you honestly record your statement as I said, I guarantee that you will be able to smoke such good cigarettes every day in prison for the rest of your life; but if you continue to cover up your accomplices, I will have to send you to the execution ground with my own hands."
"What accomplice? I said it was a hitchhiker!" Hu Weisheng said firmly.
Yan Yan held the cigarette and said indifferently, "Don't be rude, we have already caught the person."
Hu Weisheng was taken aback.
"—You must want to ask, why did we catch him, but we still hold you to death?"
"… "
Yan Yan sighed and seemed a little sympathetic: "Because it's useless to try him, he can't speak anymore, let's see."
Yan Yan took out a photo from the kraft paper bag and threw it over lightly. Hu Weisheng bowed his head, his pupils tightened, and he blurted out, "How is that possible?!"
—It was taken by the forensic doctor at the scene of the corpse dumping on the highway. It was crushed countless times, and the corpse was completely invisible!
"Fuck," Ma Xiang, who was behind the single-sided glass, slapped his hand: "Brother Yan, this trick is brilliant!"
"Impossible! It's not... you, you...!"
The handcuffs and iron chains rattled, Hu Weisheng's face flushed red, and his struggles made him almost flip out of the iron chair. The detective outside was about to rush in, but Yan Yan covered the photo with his backhand and restrained him with his eyes. actions of the hands.
"Who is this? I don't know at all!" Hu Weisheng calmed down strangely and shouted, "I have never seen this person at all! The traffic accident pictures you randomly found to intimidate and lure confessions, I will sue you!"
Ma Xiang said, "Fuck, this grandson is quite clever, what should I do?"
"Don't panic," Qin Chuan folded his arms, a strange light flickered behind the lens: "You brother Yan still have a trick."
"Threatening you? No need." Yan Yan smiled and said, "Guess who killed him?"
"..." Hu Weisheng's chest heaved, like an old fox who was extremely vigilant.
Yan Yan leaned back lightly on the back of the chair, his chin was slightly raised, and his legs were naturally separated. He knew that this posture made him look very comfortable and stretched. What this posture conveyed to the outside world was a trace of invisible momentum and an overwhelming and impeccable confidence.
—This is what he learned from Jiang Ting.
The only difference is that Jiang Ting has the confidence to support his casual attitude, which is a psychological advantage formed by information asymmetry. Yan Yan knew that he did not have it, but he had to make Hu Weisheng feel that he did.
"Quiet..." Hu Weisheng said subconsciously.
"Yes," Yan Yan said, "although there is a lack of evidence, the police have preliminarily determined that the murderer's purpose is related to it."
Hu Weisheng's eyes couldn't help looking at Yan Yan's hand that stretched into the kraft paper bag. The next second, he saw Yan Yan slowly pull out a package of evidence bags sealed with light blue powder objects.
"What is that, drugs?" Ma Xiang said oddly, "Hasn't the physical evidence been robbed by criminals at gunpoint?"
Gou Li stood against the wind with a chilled expression: "Copper hydroxide."
Ma Xiang: "…"
Qin Chuan raised his forehead and said, "You are also immoral enough..."
"You hid this bag of drugs carefully on the roof of the building. It shouldn't be just to guard against the police." Yan Xun lifted the evidence bag under Hu Weisheng's stern gaze, shook it, and said in a gentle and calm tone: "Old Hu, do you think If the police didn't arrest you for being a drug dealer, they could just bite to death for other crimes like they did in Gongzhou back then? If I were you, I'd rather Ma Liu confessed all his accomplices and sentenced him to life in prison comfortably After serving for twenty years, it is better than just walking out of the gate of the detention center and being hit by twenty or thirty trucks in line, what do you think?"
Hu Weisheng froze when the bag of key evidence appeared, and his face became extremely pale.
The cigarette burned quietly, and the burning cigarette butt fell gently into his hand.
If the victory and defeat just now were barely five or five points, Yan Yan knew at this time that he had already occupied the absolute upper hand.
But not enough.
Threats are not enough to completely destroy a person's psychological defenses. The law is the bottom line of morality. People who can commit crimes are already psychologically different from ordinary people. Simple intimidation may be temporarily effective, but once the other party comes back to it, it will become more desperate and more "skinny".
Yan Yan slowly leaned forward and looked into Hu Weisheng's pupils.
"Our police are also very tired in handling cases. You are so busy with cases like this, but it's actually not good. You are reluctant to leave any branch to handle it." Yan Yan stopped, stared at every change in Hu Weisheng's expression, and said softly. "But fortunately, your accomplice is dead. It's easier to deal with a dead person than a living person. If you know each other, you obediently record your confession. Don't let me teach you. You know how to record it yourself."
Qin Chuan tapped the glass of the interrogation room with his index knuckles, and instructed Ma Xiang softly, "Go to the monitoring room and tell the technology later, say it's my words, and ask them to pinch this video."
Ma Xiang lowered his voice and asked, "Why? Everyone knows that Brother Yan is just playing psychological tactics with him..."
Qin Chuan interrupted him with a sharp look: "Do as I say!"
Ma Xiang immediately raised his head and raised his chest: "Yes!"
Hu Weisheng's eyes were fiercely dodging, and his extremely complicated psychological struggle at the moment could be seen just from his sitting posture. But Yan Yan didn't push him any more. Instead, he leaned back again and opened a distance, like an experienced and ruthless hunter.
"I don't believe it..." Hu Weisheng's lips trembled slightly, and he said, "You deceive me, the police want to deceive me..."
"It doesn't matter if you refuse to cooperate obediently. Do you still remember the case of Liu Xue?"
Hu Weisheng's face changed: "You want to—"
Yan Yan said, "Liu Xue is in my hands."
Yan Yan was like an old hand holding a shotgun close to the trap, looking down at the prey that he had nowhere to escape from from a height, a little bit of despair, but still struggling.
"What do you think? The little girl's case has been settled." Hu Weisheng finally squeezed out the words from his chapped lips, his voice slightly unstable: "Yes, I'm a coward, but I'm all talking to the Gongzhou police. The explanation is clear, and I have already paid the price in prison! What else do you want? Ah? Are you so casually wronging people when handling cases in your government?!"
"—It's settled." Yan Yan smiled and teased: "Can't we turn over the settled case?"
If Yan Yan stopped being a police officer, with the good face given by his mother, the family could invest any money at will, and it would be no problem to be a singer or an actor. But it is difficult for him to become popular, mainly because he is too aggressive from his appearance to his aura. Even when he is smiling, he is like a male wolf who is just licking his claws lazily. Unable to love.
Hu Weisheng no longer smoked, his chest kept heaving and his wet forehead burst into blue veins. With Yan Yan's experience in handling cases, he could even guess his current heartbeat from his breathing rate.
"What crime I have committed has been handed over to the Gongzhou police. You can't threaten me. I'm innocent. I don't know anything. The host police can prove that I didn't really rape the little girl..."
Yan Yan said, "Host the police? Do you mean Jiang Ting?"
Hu Weisheng's expression was like being pressed against his forehead by the barrel of a gun.
"Jiang stopped dead." Yan Yan seemed to feel very happy, and the corners of his mouth slowly widened. As soon as his middle knuckles tapped the scene map on the table, there was a thud, as if he had shot the last fatal bullet to the prey:
"—That's how he died. He was run over more than 20 times on the highway."
"Who is Jiang Ting, and who did Brother Yan say he was killed by?" Ma Xiang stared at the interrogation room, full of questions: "And who is Liu Xue? Brother Yan is exposing the previous case of this surnamed Hu. ?"
Qin Chuan's face was a little strange, but he didn't answer.
"Xiao Ma," Gou Li patted Ma Xiang's shoulder and sighed: "Why don't you stop doing criminal investigation and come to the forensic doctor's office to do errands, it's good..."
The temperature in the interrogation room was not high, but Hu Weisheng's sweat kept pouring down, and his back was soaked in a short while.
Yan Yan thoughtfully handed over the cigarette and lighter and asked, "Another one?"
Hu Weisheng stared at the cigarette for a long time, like a man following the crowd staring at the only straw in front of him. After an unknown amount of time, he finally moved, as if he had made some kind of decision under extremely chaotic circumstances, raised his hand and took the cigarette.
The flames rose, and Hu Weisheng exhaled a long puff of smoke.
"...If the Gongzhou case is turned up again, I'll have to be put to death in the detention center," Hu Weisheng let out a vague laugh, unable to tell whether it was bitter or sarcastic.
"What I do is actually kind. That little girl is like that. I didn't mess with her. I even sent her to the clinic—if I want to bury her wherever I want, which bastard can catch me?"
The last few words of this sentence revealed a deep sense of stupidity and arrogance, but Yan Yan seemed to have never heard of it, and even praised: "That's the truth."
"Hey," Hu Weisheng laughed again: "Officer Yan, it's strange that your official is bigger than the one with the surname Jiang. You are indeed more careful than him."
Yan Yan didn't tell him that Jiang Ting finally became the leader of the detachment: "Oh, what do you say?"
"Jiang's way of playing is like a woman, ruthless. He doesn't beat you or scold you, he just likes to torture people with low temperature and high temperature - in winter he broke the air conditioner compressor and drained the refrigerant. , the exchange pipe is frozen, the air outlet is sprayed with ice balls at you, and people are sprayed on the interrogation chair so that they can't even breathe... Every time I see him being interrogated, no matter how tough the prisoner is, I am afraid."
"If you're willing to say anything, he'll be in a better mood. He'll gnaw at you like a dog. When you're in a bad mood, you'll have tricks. It's like a dog. You can do whatever you want. "Hu Weisheng looked up at the air conditioner, squinted his eyes, and suddenly asked, "He died? Do you have any pictures?"
Yan Yan did not answer this question, but asked: "You can be convicted of attempted rape because Jiang Ting has done a lot of work. He is helping you, so why torture you?"
Hu Weisheng blurted out: "Fart! He was the one who wanted me to take a gun! If it weren't for his brother—"
Immediately afterwards, Hu Weisheng seemed to suddenly realize something, and his voice stopped abruptly.
"His brother?" Yan Yan's eyelids jumped slightly: "Jiang Ting has a brother?"