Qin Chuan, who spent the night searching for new sources of drugs, had been running around for a whole night, when he heard that the criminal investigation had locked the source of the corpse, he immediately rushed back to the city bureau, and as soon as he opened the door, he was struck by a thunderbolt. :
"But... but is he alive?"
Ma Xiang put his hand on his forehead: "Our investigation team's work is not in place..."
Yan Yan stood outside the interrogation room with his arms crossed, and said coldly, "How about you go ahead and kill him?"
The corners of Qin Chuan's mouth twitched, and it was written in his eyes that he couldn't be bothered, he couldn't be bothered.
A boy in his early twenties, with a light gray shirt and a white coat, was sitting in the interrogation room. He probably didn't know why he had just entered the laboratory early in the morning, when the police broke the door and brought him into the Public Security Bureau. He looked very cautious, his hands were on the table, his fingers were tightly crossed, and even the blue veins on the back of his hands were a little protruding.
"Are you Chu Ci?"
"Yes."
"How old are you and where are you from?"
"Twenty-one, Guizhou."
"What do you do?"
"Studying in graduate school in Beijing, majoring in chemistry."
"Then what are you doing in Jianning?"
"I'm graduating soon, and my mentor is going to a chemical company here for an internship."
The criminal police recorded them one by one and asked, "Which company? Which university in Beijing? What's the name of the instructor?"
Contrary to everyone's expectations, the boy in front of him reported the name of a particularly famous private chemical company in Jianning and a university known to the whole country. The head of the department, the tutor, the class, etc. were all presented in an orderly manner, complete and clear, and then He explained: "My student ID is in the bag, and my tutor is quite famous in the industry. You can check it out. I'm sorry I haven't had time to ask, what did I do? Experiments related to sodium catalysis, you should be able to obtain surveillance video to prove…”
Yan Yan raised his hand and held down the Bluetooth headset, and said softly, "Ask him if he knows that bag."
"At two o'clock in the afternoon on April 16, you went to the financial center to buy a bag. What are you doing?"
In the interrogation room, Chu Ci obviously paused, and then replied, "I don't know what bag."
"You lied," Yan Yan whispered.
Qin Chuan didn't understand what he meant, and Yan Yan didn't explain it. He said to the headset: "Show him the surveillance image of the deceased buying a bag."
The criminal police opened the folder and pulled out the high-definition surveillance images of the IFC store. The deceased was facing the cashier. A huge box had been wrapped by SA and was at hand.
The police question was very oppressive: "—how do you want to explain it?"
"..." Chu Ci stared at the photo without moving.
Although it was only a few seconds, his expression changed very subtly, and Yan Yan and Qin Chuan looked at each other immediately.
"He's my roommate." Chu Ci pushed the photo against the table with two fingers and returned it to the detective, "His name is Feng Yuguang, why? What did he do?"
"The relationship between these two roommates is terrible," Yan Yan said, stroking her chin.
Qin Chuan looked at him with "you know this too", but Yan Yan didn't answer, and instructed Ma Xiang: "Let the Office of the Protection of the Scriptures call their school and the internship company to check."
Ma Xiang walked away in response, and Qin Chuan smacked him with his elbow: "Don't sell your shit, just let it go."
"You fucking fart, even if I fart, it's the kind of fragrant fragrance floating in the air, understand?"
Qin Chuan: "...Okay, you are the boss and you have the final say."
Yan Yan's flattery was filmed, and he learned from Chu Ci's gesture of returning the photo to the police. He pushed the edge of the paper with the tip of his middle finger and ring finger, and motioned to Qin Chuan to take a look: "See? The subtext of this action. It's: 'This guy doesn't even want to touch the side, you can take as far as you give me.' - And as a roommate, I haven't seen each other for a day or two. The first reaction is not that something happened to him, but that he What happened, is this Feng Yuguang a master who often commits crimes in his eyes?"
"What kind of person is Feng Yuguang, and what is your relationship with him?" The policeman in the interrogation room didn't answer the question.
Chu Ci took a breath and slowly leaned back on the back of the chair.
- Twenty-one years old, a graduate student from a well-known university is about to graduate. Obviously, he is a high-IQ talent who has jumped many levels, and he is also the kind of person that criminal police do not like to deal with.
"Our relationship is relatively normal." Chu Ci leaned back in the chair and made the opening remarks with this sentence: "We are completely people from two worlds."
The detective frowned: "How do you say that?"
"Feng Yuguang is a native of Beijing, and his family is very wealthy. He has a lot of friends in school, but he is not so good in academics." Chu Ci was silent for two seconds, and said implicitly: "He has talent."
Yan Yan said in the earphone: "Let me translate it for everyone: he is a scumbag, and I am a tyrant. I want to despise him with the ultimate inhumanity, yeah!"
Criminal: "..."
"Although I have been my roommate for more than a year, I am not familiar with him. I usually spend most of my time in the laboratory and library. I do tutoring four times a week, and I have less time to go back to the dormitory. Especially recently, I am trying to get a postgraduate degree, and the task of dissertation is heavy. , basically slept in the laboratory."
The detective asked suspiciously, "But you two come to Jianning for an internship?"
"We are under the same mentor." Chu Ci explained, "Although it is an internship, I actually came to get some key data back to Beijing to do a Baobao thesis."
"What about Feng Yuguang, he also wants to protect the blog?"
Chu Ci's expression was a bit indescribable, "... He should have come to make soy sauce."
The detective leaned forward: "Playing soy sauce? Can you describe it to us in detail? What is the way of playing? What does he usually do, does he not learn at all?"
"Not really," Chu Ci said, "but the study time is basically less than eight hours, it's the same as not studying."
The interrogation room fell into a brief silence.
"...Dead schoolmaster," Yan Yan murmured.
The criminal policeman exhausted his self-discipline to avoid rolling his eyes on the spot. He flipped a page of the transcript and asked, "Apart from studying, what hobbies or special habits does your roommate usually have? Can you tell us about it?"
Chu Ci thought for a while, and seemed to be feeling a little tricky.
"What to say, the more detailed the better."
"… "
Chu Ci was silent for a moment, and then answered: "Feng Yuguang has participated in some club activities, has many friends, and often gets together late at night. He usually likes to play games, but I haven't paid attention to the specific game, or I don't know what it is. I don’t like going to the laboratory very much. All the courses are flying at low altitude. I don’t know how he passed. He has a close relationship with a few girls. I'm not particularly sure."
The detective immediately ordered: "Give us the names of those girls."
"I don't know either." Chu Ci said helplessly, "Do you think I know a girl?"
The detective looked up at him. Even from a male point of view, Chu Ci is a very good-looking person, completely different from the rigid academic tyrant who wears glasses with bald brains in the traditional sense.
But a schoolmaster is a schoolmaster. A person who studies for less than eight hours a day is equal to no study. What can you tell them.
The detective tapped the table with a pen and asked a tentative question: "Does your roommate usually take medicine?"
Chu Ci said, "I don't know, what medicine should I take?"
"Vitamins, cold medicine, anything. Have you ever seen him take medicine?"
"no."
Outside the interrogation room, Yan Yan and Qin Chuan stared at his face, as if trying to find any unusual clues from these simple words. But then Chu Ci repeated it again with certainty: "Not at all."
Yan Yan held down the headset: "Ask him when was the last time he saw the deceased."
The detective asked, "When was the last time you saw Feng Yuguang?"
"I went back to the dormitory to get the book at noon the day before yesterday, and Feng Yuguang asked me why I didn't go back to the dormitory to sleep in the past two nights. I said that the reaction had reached a critical stage, and the laboratory could not be separated from people."
"that is it?"
"It's just that. I have a normal relationship with him. Even if we come to Jianning from Beijing together, we don't have much to say to each other. No matter what he does, I don't want to know and I'm not interested in participating."
Chu Ci leaned forward, leaned over the edge of the table and asked, "If there is nothing else, when can I leave? The sodium methoxide catalysis experiment is very important, and you really can't leave people easily."
"Brother Yan!" The door was pushed open, and Ma Xiang walked in in a hurry: "The security office called to verify the identity of the deceased Feng Yuguang and his roommate Chu Ci!"
Yan Yan nodded, but only listened to Ma Xiang's continuous gunfire: "We contacted the internship manager, school department head, and professional tutor of these two people, and basically confirmed the authenticity of most of the transcript. But isn't there still that bag? , if the two were really in a relationship then the fact that the deceased used cash and a roommate's name to buy a luxury bag couldn't be explained, so I contacted their class counselor again - guess what?"
Yan Yan raised her eyebrows: "Is there a situation?"
Ma Xiang opened the shorthand book with confidence, and flashed: "It's a big situation."
A minute later, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open again, and Chu Ci raised her head.
The five-digit RMB is not in vain. The white shirt on Yan Yan's body, which was wrinkled because he stayed up late and didn't change, is still very stylish. The simple action of putting one hand in the pocket and pulling the chair with the other to sit down will bring The painting style is completely different from that of the entire criminal investigation team, as if an American drama crime scene investigation was suddenly inserted in the domestic drama "Story of the Police Station".
The criminal police hurriedly greeted: "Yan Fu."
Yan Yan nodded without saying a word, took the transcript and turned a few pages, no one knew what he was looking at, only to see him rubbing his chin with interest, suddenly asked without raising his head: "Are you and your roommate? cooked."
Chu Ci said, "Yes."
"Isn't the well water the river?"
"you could put it that way."
Yan Yan asked: "Then why did you report that you wanted to apply for a dormitory change from the beginning of the year to April?"
Chu Ci paused.
"On April 10, you applied for the last time. After the counselor refused on the grounds that the graduate dormitory could not be exchanged, he gave you the access card of the laboratory building and told you that if you really don't want to go back to the dormitory, you can sleep in the laboratory at night. April 10 No. 2, the other graduate students have to do hydrothermal reaction experiments overnight, and you helped them burn a reactor in order to continue sleeping in the laboratory."
Chu Ci said: "The laboratory has no power supply at night and has air conditioning..."
"On April 15th, you and Feng Yuguang came to Jianning from Beijing. On the afternoon of the 16th, Feng Yuguang went to the International Finance Center shopping mall and bought a luxury backpack of 18,000 yuan in your name."
The interrogation room was unusually quiet, and Chu Ci remained silent.
Yan Yan rested his elbows on the edge of the table and said lightly, "If I use someone else's name to buy things, there is only one possibility, that is, I want to give this thing to him, worried that if he doesn't like it, he will turn back. You can also take it to the store and change it yourself.”
"—But you didn't ask for that bag in the end." Yan Xun paused and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You must have a big conflict with Feng Yuguang, and you don't want to see this person."
Chu Ci rubbed his brows with his knuckles, and when he raised his hand, both detectives noticed that his little finger and ring finger were covered with Band-Aids.
"Yes." After a few seconds, he finally put down his hand, looked at Yan Yan and admitted: "There are indeed some conflicts between me and my roommate."
Yan Yan said coldly, "Just some?"
Chu Ci crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at Yan Yan. Ordinary people will be a little embarrassed or anxious when asked by the police like this, but this young and talented student is better than most people. "
Yan Yan's eyes flickered slightly, but he couldn't see any emotion.
"—Okay." After a long while, Yan Yan leaned back in the chair and shrugged indifferently: "Then tell us what is the contradiction, and why did he give you 18,000 bags? Forgive me. , I've only given this kind of luxury goods in my life when I was in my first love, but it doesn't matter if I give it away, I only give it a good face for ten minutes and I won't write anything.
"He's too loud."
"Ok?"
"My roommate," Chu Ci said in a flat tone, "five days a week, the video will be played until two o'clock at night, while watching dramas and playing games will be until five o'clock, and the lights will be on all night. There are still two days of partying outside until three or four o'clock. Back, as soon as I entered the door, I turned on the light and washed loudly, no matter how deep my sleep was, I could be woken up. I don't remember the last time I slept until dawn."
"I'm a very poor student. Not getting the highest scholarship every year is the kind of crime. I can usually endure it, but I can't bear it every time during the exam period, and it's hard to concentrate when doing experiments during the day. You know that some experiments in chemistry are Dangerous, I almost had an accident several times…”
Yan Yan suddenly interrupted: "Are you nervous?"
Chu Ci did not answer.
"You mentioned turning on the lights twice just now because you are very sensitive to light when you sleep, right?"
"..." Chu Ci finally sighed and said tiredly, "When the last roommate was here, I didn't have a nervous breakdown."
Outside the interrogation room, Qin Chuan leaned softly: "This kid has a very complete motive for committing the crime."
Yan Yan asked: "Since the conflict between the two of you is already so big, why didn't he move out, instead he bought gifts - sorry, I can only think of the word retention - he wants you to move back from the laboratory to the dormitory after returning to Beijing. Come and stay, won't you?"
Chu Ci said: "I really don't know why, but I guess his graduation thesis should not go on."
Yan Yan raised his head and looked down at Chu Ci in the shadow opposite the interrogation table, with undisguised scrutiny and cold suspicion in his eyes.
"Officer," Chu Ci seemed a little helpless: "Everyone has some conflicts with their roommates, but this is not the reason why I was inexplicably interrogated here for a long time. Can I take the liberty to ask, what happened to Feng Yuguang? If If yes, do you want to adjust the monitoring records of me in the laboratory for the past two days?"
Ma Xiang's cell phone rang outside the interrogation room. He made a "sorry" gesture to Qin Chuan and hurried to the door to pick up the phone.
Ten seconds later, he pushed open the door and entered, Qin Chuan turned his head and asked with his eyes what was wrong
"… Brother Qin, Brother Yan." Ma Xiang swallowed his saliva, his face was not very good-looking: "There is a small situation at the internship company."
Yan Yan let go of the headset, looked up at Chu Ci, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
Chu Ci: "?"
"Your internship company just came and reported that the laboratory monitoring was broken for a period of time not long ago, and it was not repaired until yesterday. That is to say, on May 2, the day you went back to the dormitory for the last time to see Feng Yuguang, there was no monitoring record."
Chu Ci: "..."
"And you may not know, May 2nd is also the last time you and Feng Yuguang talked. A few hours later, he was carrying the backpack you rejected and died at the back door of KTV in Fuyang District—" General Yan Xun The transcript was backhanded on the table: "That day."
Chu Ci's always steady expression finally changed:
"… What did you say?"
Yan Yan's voice was not cold, but every word contained more threatening power, echoing in the interrogation room.
"You'd better tell us honestly what Feng Yuguang said to you when we last met, classmate. The victim died of chemical poisoning, and you have a full motive, have the ability to make poison, and have no alibi. If you are now If you still try to hide it, then you are the only suspect in this case so far."
Yan Yan folded his hands, leaned his upper body back, and said lightly, "You should know what that means."
Extreme silence filled the air, and Chu Ci seemed to be frozen in the shadows, not even blinking.
"… how is this possible… "
No one answered, all eyes were on his face.
I don't know how long it took, Chu Ci finally opened his mouth with a few burning gazes, his voice was very soft and hoarse, and said, "When I went back to get my things at noon that day..."
"Feng Yuguang was reading in the dormitory, when he saw me coming in, he suddenly had to make a bet with me."