The voice recorder has been well preserved for more than ten years.
Tian Wenmian should have studied it carefully and damaged part of the outer casing, but not the parts inside.
The technical investigators quickly read the audio file in its entirety.
A group of people sat in the conference room, drew the curtains, closed the door, shut out all the noise, and began to listen to what was inside.
Kong Zhongling, a journalist who died tragically eleven years ago.
She has the habit of carrying a voice recorder with her. This one is a new tool she just bought a few days before the crime.
When she was killed, she was sitting in a gazebo sheltering from the rain, documenting what happened that night.
In the background, there is the sound of raindrops falling on the ground and shattering, mixed with various footsteps and the distant sound of car horns.
The woman's low voice vibrated in the air, recreating that chaotic night with heavy rain.
She was in a good mood. After reporting the progress of the interview that day, she chanted in a low voice, and in the intermittent melody, a second person's voice appeared...
The first audio segment is finished.
When the mixed background sound came to an abrupt end, it was like the tide of the sea fading from the border, leaving only an empty sandy field.
There was an empty silence in the conference room, and everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment had a similar, indescribable emotion.
They pursued and searched for the truth day and night, but when the truth came calmly, they could not calmly accept it.
Some regret, some lost.
There is a kind of happiness that has finally reached the end, and there is a kind of sadness that is not quite satisfactory.
Case closed.
This time the case can really be closed.
… but it was too late.
Too many people left.
It's all too good-for-nothing.
In the dim light, the figures approached each other, and some small whispers gradually sounded, accompanied by the sound of rustling writing.
The technician quickly clicked on the recording from the previous day.
The crowd fell silent again, capturing the key information in the audio.
After a long time, the curtains were reopened.
The harsh light shone through the windows, and a fresh breeze poured in.
The wide vision and sense of smell dispel the dullness of the interior.
Everyone turned their attention to the front seat, waiting for He Chuanzhou's instructions.
He Chuanzhou held a black pen between his two fingers, and habitually rotated the pen body, a black mark was drawn on his fingertips.
After a while, she turned her palm over and slammed the pen heavily on the table.
That crisp sound broke the silence of the room.
The not-so-tall figure stood up and straightened his back, bearing the majesty of a leader.
She called in a low voice, "Xie Qimeng."
Xie Qimeng stood upright and responded loudly, "Yes!"
·
Zhu Yanhe was extremely uncooperative, and kept shouting when the police escorted him in.
"Why are you looking for me again
Why are you calling me again! Are you finished yet
I admit to beating people on the street, you can't always use other cases to interrogate me! Did you hear it! sue now! Court! I don't want to live in a detention center! "
He was still wearing his morning prison uniform, and he smelled of sweat.
Just recovered from drug addiction, not much effort, even the scratches on the neck are fresh.
The two young policemen held him in front of the table irresistibly, and the chains rattled.
Xie Qimeng watched Zhu Yan play the rogue with cold eyes. After waiting for a while, he didn't stop when he saw him. He smashed the desktop with a folder and warned, "Enough is enough, don't force me to be rude to you!"
Zhu Yanhe stopped, took a breath, and squinted at him.
At a glance, he recognized him as a junior police officer, and said with a little disdain: "How is it you
What about the two women? "
Xie Qimeng sneered: "What do you think this place is
Are you still allowed to order
Twenty years of living in a suite for more than one person may not be worthy of you.
Sit me down. "
Zhu Yanhe seemed to have anticipated something, and grinned, revealing a wanton smile.
However, there was no hint of happiness in that smile, and she simply made a stiff expression to hide her heart.
He adjusted his posture, faced them, raised his head mentally for the first time, as if waiting for their verdict.
Xie Qimeng nodded to the person next to him, the policeman neatly pressed the play button on the computer, and a female voice sounded in the room.
What they intercepted was just a very brief audio, less than 30 seconds before and after, but it clearly recorded the circumstances of Kong Zhongling's murder.
The technician set up the repeat mode, so that the last question before the death of the deceased kept echoing in the room.
Zhu Yanhe was fluctuating at first, but when he heard the back, he completely calmed down and his expression was very calm.
He tilted his head, his eyes fell on the door without focus, and his expression was not as arrogant as when he first came in.
Then, he didn't know what he remembered, his chest vibrated, and he let out a strange laugh.
Xie Qimeng observed him and motioned to his colleagues to turn off the recording first.
The sound stopped, and the torture of cutting Zhu Yanhe like a wooden saw finally ended.
Zhu Yanhe let out a sigh of relief and leaned in front of the table dejectedly.
When the most fearful thing came, what he felt was not fear, but unprecedented relief.
"Really
Did you find it so quickly? "
Zhu Yanhe squinted his eyes and smiled, "It seems it's really fate.
She didn't let me go for so many years. "
Xie Qimeng opened the notebook and asked, "Zhu Yanhe, who is the person who helped you bribe the witness and instruct you to frame Fan Huai?"
Zhu Yanhe didn't answer, he put his face on the cold wooden board, uttered some meaningless syllables in his mouth, and let the saliva slide down his cheeks onto the table, just like a broken pot.
Xie Qimeng pursed his lips and said, "Zhu Yanhe, if you are willing to cooperate with the investigation and identify the accomplice, we can help you to intercede."
Zhu Yanhe asked vaguely: "You make it clear
Can the court really commute my sentence? "
"Intercession is an opportunity, not a guarantee."
Xie Qimeng said coldly, "Zhu Yanhe, do you have any other choice?"
"Death?"
Zhu Yanhe affirmed, "The impact is particularly bad, drug abuse, harming people, and great social harm. It must be the death penalty."
Unexpectedly, his consciousness was quite correct, and Xie Qimeng could not refute it.
Judging from the seriousness of this case, Zhu Yanhe is likely to be sentenced to death.
Zhu Yan moved together and wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
The force was so great that it left reddish scratches on the skin.
He thought he was funny.
If he had taken the initiative to come forward, make up a better reason to surrender to the public security bureau, confessed his guilt in a good manner, and behaved sincerity, maybe he would have been reformed now.
He survived for these eleven years. During the eleven years, he was far away from his family and friends, abandoned his beliefs, abandoned his shame, walked away, lost all normal life, indulged in the false happiness brought by drugs, and lived like a wasteland. What are the mice in here for
for what
As the days passed by, the more he wondered about this problem.
Humans can escape the law, but they can never escape themselves.
"who's that person?"
Xie Qimeng softened his tone and tried to get closer to him, "Actually, the one who really hurt you is him.
But in the end
Don't you feel unhappy that you are being punished here and he is out there with impunity? "
Zhu Yanhe blinked slowly, as if he didn't hear what he was saying.
Xie Qimeng increased his voice and continued on his own: "In addition to you, he also used this method to harm many people.
The so-called man will die, his words are also good.
You should do a good deed at the end, identify him, and give an account to the dead. "
He picked up two photos from the table, held them in the air, and asked, "Li Lingsong, or Li Zhanyuan?"
Zhu Yanhe took a long time to withdraw from his emotions. He maintained a movement, his eyes regained focus, he stared at the photo on the left, and squeezed out three hoarse words from his throat: "Li... Ling Song. "
·
He Chuanzhou opened the door with the top of his foot, put a cup in his hand on the table, pushed it over politely, and said in greeting, "Meet again, Professor Li."
"Um."
Li Lingsong was very calm, even though he was forcibly summoned to the Public Security Bureau by two police officers, he still behaved calmly.
Even when he was on the road, he didn't go to inquire about the reason why these people called him here.
"thanks."
Li Lingsong didn't move the things on the table. He followed He Chuanzhou, and then he asked, "Is there something wrong with you calling me here this time?"
He Chuanzhou walked to the opposite side unhurriedly, pulled out his chair and sat down, nodded and said, "There is something, we found an evidence left many years ago and want you to see it."
"Hopefully I can be of help."
"It's better just a misunderstanding," Li Lingsong said.
The high-definition camera recorded every wrinkle on his face, but it still failed to capture his gaffe.
He Chuanzhou raised his hand, and the people beside him understood and started to play the recording.
"...Today is three months since Nini passed away... I found out that there is more than one person in the same situation as Nini.
She may not be the only one..."
The volume of the audio was turned down, making Kong Zhongling's words muffled, like the hostess of a late-night radio station.
Li Lingsong turned his head slightly and listened carefully.
He Chuanzhou pulled out the notebook, looked at the dense handwriting on it, and said, "The recording is very long, you can listen to it.
I can give you a summary. "
With that recording as the background, she used her deep voice to narrate the sorted case.
"Eleven years ago, a reporter named Kong Zhongling was killed in a residential house.
That night, she was going to meet a high school student, but it suddenly rained heavily. In order to avoid the rain, she ran into a nearby unsealed community.
Soon after, the two ended their meeting, and before Kong Zhongling had time to leave, the murderer wore the same clothes as a high school student, killed her, and fled in a hurry.
At the same time, three witnesses who were never acquainted with the murderer helped him complete the crime. "
Li Lingsong took off her glasses, carefully wiped the lenses with her sleeve, and followed her topic calmly: "Well, I know about this case, I have read a lot of news.
how
Are you sure it's an injustice
Did you find the real murderer? "
"Yes."
He Chuanzhou smiled, didn't look up at him, touched the folds of the page with his fingers, his eyes quickly scanned the text, and said, "You say, is this fate
The murderer became addicted to drugs, and after successfully dormant for more than ten years, he finally revealed his actions under the influence of the onset of drug addiction.
He has a history of drug addiction for many years, and his willpower is weak, and he can't stand the police interrogation.
But his drug addiction was caused by his inability to resist the pressure of murder.
This is really... ingenious.
Like an arrangement of fate. "
Li Lingsong opened his eyes, which were not very clear, and continued the movements in his hands, saying, "Really
That's a good thing.
It can only be said that things can be investigated for their reasons.
I just don't know, what does this have to do with me? "
"Let's talk about Kong Zhongling first."
He Chuanzhou signaled him not to worry. The two of them were patiently pulling the saw, and neither of them showed any clues first.
"Before Kong Zhongling was killed, he had been investigating the cause of death of a friend.
She has a very good best friend named Nini. Three months before the incident, Nini committed suicide. Before her death, her behavior was very strange, which attracted Kong Zhongling's attention. "
Li Lingsong put on his glasses again and heard the name without any reaction.
"The two girls had a good relationship until one day, Nini told Kong Zhongling that she was in love.
Kong Zhongling had never met his best friend's boyfriend, nor did he know who he was. He just learned from his good friend that he was a very good young man.
She was very happy for her best friend. "
"After falling in love, Nini has changed a lot.
She, who never dyed her hair, went to perm a light red slightly curly hair.
She cut her cherished long hair to shoulder length.
She didn't like candy before, but slowly, an orange-flavored fruit candy was added to the bag.
She began to enjoy reading poetry collections, reading newspapers, and listening to classical music, even though she never knew it.
In addition, she also began to learn cooking, which she once hated, and even the style of dressing has become mature and professional.
Kong Zhongling gradually felt that she was very strange, as if she had completely changed a person, and her hobbies and habits were all compromising with the other half. This kind of love was too humble.
She just wanted to meet her best friend's boyfriend. "
When Li Lingsong heard this, he seemed to ask, "Is she my student?"
The female voice in the background recording paused for a while, and that soft voice finally brought him a sense of familiarity.
It's a pity that Li Lingsong is not sensitive to sound, and there are more than a dozen people who can correspond to him in his mind.
He Chuanzhou didn't answer immediately, and then finished the contents of the note in a flat tone.
"Kong Zhongling didn't see each other in the end, but Nini also noticed something abnormal. She felt that she was being controlled, so she followed Kong Zhongling's advice, broke up with the man ruthlessly, and found a new boyfriend. … but this is not the end.
Not long after, Nini committed suicide. "
Li Lingsong was not surprised by this ending.
He Chuanzhou took a lot of trouble to pull him over, not to let him listen to some young people's love history.
He Chuanzhou closed the notebook, put his hand on the cover, and finally looked up at Li Lingsong.
"Kong Zhongling was very sad, she couldn't understand the reason for Nini's suicide, so she started to investigate.
After all, the cause of death was suicide, she thought she could find nothing, just wanted to find Nini's ex-boyfriend.
As a result, while investigating Nini's social relations, she stumbled upon another girl who committed suicide.
She went to see each other's family members and found that their experiences were unusually similar.
During a certain period of time before their death, these two girls were exactly the same even in appearance, hairstyle, preferences, and behavior.
That girl committed suicide more than a year earlier than Nini.
Do you think this could be a coincidence? "
Li Lingsong shook his head slowly, and then asked, "What do you want to say about this discovery?"
For the first time, He Chuanzhou clearly realized what kind of person Li Lingsong was. Even now, he did not show any negative emotions.
No wonder even the sky is so resistant to appearing in front of him.
He was gentle, kind, and kind.
Also extremely cold.
"Nini will be in touch with each other because they all know you.
Nini is your student, that girl, the object of your investigation.
Nini added her friend when she was helping you record the experiment. "
Li Lingsong anticipated the following conversation and began to be silent.
He Chuanzhou took out two pressed photos from under the notebook.
She lowered her eyes and stared at the faces of the two ladies, carefully comparing their facial features, and after a while, she sighed: "It's really similar."
She picked up the photos, walked over, placed them side by side in front of Li Lingsong, and asked, "Does it look like it?"
Li Lingsong glanced at the two youthful faces without commenting.
He Chuanzhou observed his reaction, then went back and took out three photos, held them in his hands, and spread them out on his desk.
One is a selfie that Han Xiao left on the Internet when he was young.
One is a file photo left by the public security organs in order to investigate the relationship between the characters before and after Tian Zhaohua's accident.
And the last one is the surveillance screenshot of Han Xiao when he made a big noise some time ago.
The characters in several photos have very different styles.
Han Xiao in the second photo has a similar outfit to the first two girls.
Because she is older, she looks more natural in that mature style.
He Chuanzhou bent down, rested one elbow on the table, and slid the other hand over several photos.
"Nini's eyes, Han Xiao's face, and this girl, when she laughs, the corners of her mouth all look like a person, do you think so?"
Li Lingsong's Adam's apple rolled.
He Chuanzhou finally took out a photo from the back pocket of his suit.
She flipped it over and put it on the other side of the table.
The above is what Ms. Xue looked like when she was young.
The same reddish curly hair, the same makeup, the same dressing style.
She looks a little thinner than the three, and her eyes are a little more peaceful.
But a discerning person can see the similarities between them with just a glance.
There are deliberately arranged details in that similarity, which is why it makes people feel more terrifying.
That is inducement, control, and premeditated.
"To be honest, we were all taken aback when we found out about this.
I thought it was a modern version of Lu Zhenhua, but it's a little weird inside. "
He Chuanzhou said, "Humans' psychological defense is actually very fragile.
So, how big is the power of psychology for a person with weak willpower
If it is you, Professor Li, do you think psychology can be used as a new weapon that is invincible? "
He Chuanzhou stared at Li Lingsong's eyes behind the lens, trying to see through his heart.
However, psychology professors who have been in the society for so many years and have seen countless people of all kinds have long been accustomed to being calm.
Until He Chuanzhou's last words fell, Li Lingsong remained calm.
He lowered his eyelashes slightly, other than that, he didn't show anything.
He Chuanzhou asked again: "Professor Li, do you have anything to explain?"
Li Lingsong took a breath and said gently, "I don't think any explanation is needed for this kind of thing."
He Chuanzhou snorted: "Yes.
Because everything that can be killed is killed, right
all witnesses. "
Li Lingsong raised his head.
When He Chuanzhou thought he was going to argue, he suddenly said, "I do know all these people.
Sounds reasonable too. "
He Chuanzhou frowned.
Li Lingsong said lightly: "You are right."
The surprised look on He Chuanzhou's face could hardly be concealed, and the police officer who had been taking notes quietly also stopped his movements gaffe.
Li Lingsong laughed for the first time today, making it impossible to tell the truth.
He said, "What's wrong
You came to me, didn't you just want me to admit it
I did do psychological research on them. "
He Chuanzhou asked, "And then what?"
Li Lingsong: "Then, just as you think, induce them to complete my experiment."
Several people are not happy at all, they just feel extremely strange.
The policeman pressed the pause button on the recording, and the room was completely silent.
He Chuanzhou walked back to his seat silently, and Li Lingsong said in a low voice: "Is it because I didn't refute, defend, go crazy, and despair like ordinary suspects, which surprises you
I just don't think it makes sense to do that, I don't have anything to vent about. "
He Chuanzhou asked, "Why?"
"why?"
Li Lingsong thought for a while, and answered realistically, "I'm already at this age, so it doesn't matter if I admit it or not
I've done a lifetime of social psychology research, and I haven't studied myself.
I think, I can take whatever happens in my life with equanimity. "
There is no domestic law related to abetting a crime, but if the nature is bad, the judge will make a sentence on the charge of accomplice or homicide.
The elderly over the age of seventy-five can be given a lighter punishment.
Even if Li Lingsong gets in, he won't be able to serve a few years in prison.
Maybe only a few years, maybe a suspended sentence.
He really had nothing to fear.
What he lost the most was the reputation he had accumulated over the years.
He Chuanzhou asked coldly, "Why?"
Li Lingsong asked with a good temper: "Why is this of yours, and what does it mean?"
"Why do this?"
He Chuanzhou jumped out word by word, "If you really love your ex-wife so much, why did you divorce her
She's not dead, why are you looking for her replacement
She lives in the hospital, and I don't see how much you care about her. "
Li Lingsong explained to her in detail as he treated his students: "It is not a substitute, she is the first target I have studied seriously, so I chose her as my model.
There is no particular reason, I just want to observe the reactions of different people.
The same goes for other goals.
You are right, psychological induction is indeed a new weapon. "
This time, it was He Chuanzhou who was unable to speak.
"I'm the kind of person who doesn't have feelings.
I married her just because it was suitable, to fit into the society, to be less special.
Not for love.
So in the end we got divorced. "
Li Lingsong asked back, "Didn't you already guess it?"
He Chuanzhou listened to his calm tone, and it was difficult to calm down in his heart.
Her hands were on the table, her fingertips trembling.
"Then did your experiment succeed?"
Li Lingsong said: "The experiment was either unsuccessful or unsuccessful.
All their performance is a kind of data. "
He Chuanzhou had an intuition that he was lying, but his lie was very well-crafted.
She grabbed the only loophole and asked, "Then, why did you kill those two people, but only let Han Xiao go?"
She asked loudly, "Why did you let Han Xiao go!"
Li Lingsong's expression was in stark contrast to hers, and he said calmly: "It's not that I let her go, everyone's tolerance is different.
She also has a daughter who is stronger than I thought and out of my grasp. "
He Chuanzhou sneered: "Really?"
Li Lingsong nodded, took off his glasses, and placed them on the table.
Then he picked up the glass of cold water on the table.
"You can believe it, but I did it all."
·
Xie Qi dreamed to call to inform He Chuanzhou of the progress here, but when he picked up the phone, he hesitated.
He looked at Zhu Yanhe on the opposite side again.
The latter is looking up at the ceiling, like a lifeless person waiting to die.
Not as if he was.
Xie Qimeng called out, "Zhu Yanhe."
Zhu Yanhe's expression changed slightly, and he turned his head to look at him.
Xie Qimeng: "Are you telling the truth?"
Zhu Yanhe took a few deep breaths, and finally showed a wicked smile.
"you guess."