A new day has arrived, and the sun is as bright as yesterday, but for some reason Juan always feels like there is a rotten smell in the air. It was already the fourth day that he had been locked in this room of only about five square meters. Except for the first day when someone asked him through the small window only the size of a palm if he had anything to explain, no one has come yet. Say something to him.
He was going crazy, pulling his hair fiercely, letting the pain tell him that he was actually still alive.
With a crash, the food delivery window under the iron door suddenly moved aside, and a bumpy plate containing some food that looked like it was for dogs was thrown in by someone from outside. Juan immediately rushed over, lay on the ground, and looked out through the small window. He saw a pair of very cheap leather shoes, a pair of pants that cost no more than ten yuan, and most of the figures.
"Say something, please, say something!", Juan begged. He desperately wanted to talk to someone. He used to think that people would become verbose and annoying as they got older. But it wasn't until today that he realized how pleasant it was to have someone nagging in his ear. One of the leather shoes was lifted up, and he sat up decisively, then stared blankly at the window being closed.
He was almost kicked yesterday, so he no longer dared to try the attitude of people here towards him.
He tilted his head and looked at the disgusting food on the ground. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He picked up the plate numbly and resigned himself to his fate. Then he wiped his right hand on his unclean pants and inserted his fingers into the sticky From the mushy wheat paste, I fished out a finger-sized piece of potato and stuffed it into my mouth. At the beginning, he chose to face these difficulties with his head raised and proudly, which may be torture for him.
But soon he lost to his stomach and started eating. He is not a person with great courage or perseverance. He cannot guarantee whether people outside will pay attention to him if he goes on a hunger strike. These wheat kernel pastes taste like thickened pot water, with a strong paste smell that is difficult to swallow.
After eating, he poured the remaining food on the plate into the toilet in the corner. The first time he ate this kind of junk food, he only took two bites before he didn't have the courage to continue eating. As a result, they poured the new food directly after the second meal. There are leftover food left, so don’t overestimate the attitude and quality of these people. This is Juan’s experience.
He silently shook the water on the plate and put it back under the window. He had never done this before. He thought someone from outside would come in and take away the plate. He also planned to communicate with the supervisor about himself. matter. It wasn't until the second, third, and fourth meals that the other party didn't bring him food that he realized that he should return the plate to the people outside. At the same time, this incident also made him clearly understand that hunger strike is meaningless.
He put the plates away, and then began to recite some operas that he didn't remember clearly. He had to keep his thinking normal and not be tortured into a lunatic. He wants to get out of here alive and seek revenge on those people.
He still has money, and he believes that justice will prove his innocence. After his money is unfrozen, he will let the people here know what will happen to them when they anger a rich man.
I don't know if his prayers had an effect, but the iron door suddenly opened and he stood up suddenly. Two young men in formal clothes stood outside the door and looked at him indifferently, "Mr. Juan, please come with us." Walk."
Juan tidied his somewhat dirty clothes and walked out with his head held high. Under the "protection" of two young people, he was sent into a room. There was a camera working in the four corners of the room, the tape reel was slowly rotating, and the red camera light was on.
"Sit!" There was a square table in the room made up of two long tables. On the other side of the square table sat a young man. It seemed that everyone here was very young. He pointed to the only chair opposite and said this word in a command-like tone.
Juan grinned and sat on the chair. His eyes were fixed on the young man's face. He wanted to keep this face firmly in his heart.
Amp didn't care about Juan's aggressive performance. He had seen many people who were more aggressive than Juan. They couldn't do anything to themselves, let alone a small rich man elsewhere
"My name is Anpu!" Anpu introduced his name in the first sentence. He was not afraid at all whether Juan wanted to retaliate against him. "Maybe you think you are unjust. Of course, I have read all the relevant After filing the document, I also think that you may be unjust, but this means nothing to our current situation. Next, I will ask and you will answer. If your attitude and your answer are not satisfactory to me, you will have to go back to that place. Go and stay there for a while. Maybe after this case is solved, I will remember that someone is still locked up there."
Anpu's words made Juan's eyes soften a little, and he did not continue to stare at Anpu. Being able to say such words without any worries in front of the camera showed that Anpu was much more powerful than he thought.
"First question, do you know Mr. Hodok?" Anpu's eyes stayed on Juan's face. He looked at Juan and recalled for a while, shook his head and said he didn't know him, and then asked the second question. Question, "How did you and Mr. Luke meet?"
"He came to me and wanted to fight Dulin with me, and then I agreed to this request. Dulin is his enemy and my enemy."
Anpu wrote the name Dulin in the notebook and showed it to Juan, "Is it spelled like this?" Juan nodded in agreement. Anpu took back the notebook and continued to ask: "Do you know Mr. Luke?" Has he participated in the investment activities of other companies? Or has he said that he has a listed company or knows similar people?”
"No!"
The interrogation lasted for nearly an hour. After it was over, Anpu asked Juan to be sent back to the cell. He shook his head slowly while sorting out the transcripts in his hands. There is no doubt that Juan is not a big suspect. His history of making a fortune from scratch appeared in front of An Pu at a glance. He is a man who is somewhat mean and ruthless, at least when he was young. All his life trajectories have stayed in Ilian, and it is impossible for him to reach Hordok and other capital forces. He may have been framed by that group of people.
Anpu, who was thinking about the case, didn't notice that Clark had come in. He stood by the wall and waited for Anpu to finally come to his senses and find him. Then he walked to the chair where Juan had been sitting and sat down, "How are you doing?" , is this person suspicious?"
Anpu shook his head, "He was implicated. The problem should still be Luke. At the same time, I think Luke is unlikely to be a participant. He was also used."
Clark frowned, "You mean the two people we brought back from Ilian are useless?"
Anpu smiled slightly, "No, Luke is very useful. I think Luke has met the participants in this fraud case, even the mastermind, that's why he was dragged down by that person. He and that person definitely have conflicts or differences From the confession that Juan just made, I think this person named Du Lin has certain suspicions, but the only trouble is that so far, we don't have any direct or indirect evidence to accuse this person. There is no evidence. There is no way to subpoena him, and unless we can get even circumstantial evidence, we'd better not alert him first!"
"If we can't get an arrest warrant or a search warrant, there's nothing we can do about a rich man like Dulin." Anpu added, this is also what he fears most in solving various cases over the years.
Every rich man is not easy to mess with. They can pull up a luxurious team of lawyers to litigate against the investigators anytime and anywhere. Among his glorious achievements in the past, there was such a person, a rich man, but not rich enough to be called a rich man. But even then, it took Anpu nearly eighteen months to successfully find his flaw and send him to prison.
Prior to this, he had received death threats, counter-charges filed against him by lawyers, and even judicial departments investigating his illegal evidence collection and harassment of others. Even regional public opinion has unified its tone and direction, describing Anpu as an evil prosecutor who profits from persecuting wealthy people. They even fabricated some evidence to prove that Anpu asked for bribes from suspects.
And the financial resources of the guy they have to face now are many times that of the guy before. What's even more troublesome is that this suspect is smarter, more cunning, more careful, more bold and more patient than the fools Anpu has ever seen.
If he is really a participant or even the mastermind, then it is very likely that he has the staggering amount of stolen money. If he uses the stolen money to litigate the investigation team, it will definitely be a disaster. When the lawsuit drags on for long enough, the people above lose their patience, and they will ask Hordok to sacrifice the flag, and this may be the reason why the other party is so unscrupulous.
He has already arranged all the escape routes and backup plans for himself. He is a cunning criminal and a highly intelligent criminal.
Clark frowned, squinted his eyes and rubbed his cheeks. This case had troubled him. If it couldn't be solved, he would probably be investigated. Suddenly he slapped his forehead and remembered something, "By the way, I remember Luke said that six million had been deducted from Dulin's accounts. Is this the case? If this is true, then we are completely We can apply to the judge to allow Dulin to 'assist' our investigation."
(End of chapter)