Deng Bin flipped through Jiao Kai's re-recorded confession, comparing it to the original confession.
Basically, there were some unexplainable bizarre statements in the original confession that were logically shielded. Now it's fine, and they are all covered up and explained with just a drunken crazy sentence.
Corpse, in a horror movie!
The torn palm of the hand, the thing that snaking out, is similar to the grinning monster in the horror film.
The reason for framing Chen Chao for murder is probably because he has prejudice against the horror novelists who write suspense and thrillers. After adding drunkenness, he subconsciously overlaps the image of Chen Chao with the perverted murderers in horror films. Together.
In addition, Jiao Kai completely confessed to the miserable scene in the corridor, and strongly confessed that he did it. The reason was that he was angry with the client tonight, and because he had always had a deep grudge against the landlord, he finally regarded it as a borrowing today. The spirit of drinking broke out.
After reading the confession word by word, Deng Bin took the steamed bun handed by **, took a bite, chewed hard on his cheeks.
Based on the analysis of the confession alone, compared with the confusing and bizarre confession statement of the first edition, the second edition is obviously clearer in the list of facts, logically sorted out more smoothly, and objectively can be accepted convincingly.
And, the evidence collected from the scene, whether it is a beer bottle in Jiao Kai’s room, or a mobile phone lying in ** playing horror movies, in addition to the paint buckets and tablecloths found in the corridor, and most importantly Yes, no clues of killing and hiding corpses were found in the self-built building. All these are more able to corroborate and support the second version of the confession.
"However, Jiao Kai’s changes before and after are not acting. The wine bottles in the house and the movies being played on the mobile phones are appropriately perfected. The perfection even has a deliberate taste hidden in it, just like someone has already I prejudged everything, and carefully placed the props to plug the loopholes there in advance."
Deng Bin knew in his heart that the above prediction can only be regarded as his personal subjective inference, and there is no evidence to support his inference.
But the instinct of an old policeman told him that neither of these two versions of confessions were all the truth, and there must be a third unknown version behind them.
Only with this third version can the true original appearance of the whole thing be restored, and the final interpretation right of this version is in the hands of Chen Chao.
Deng Bin wiped out all the steamed buns in two or two mouthfuls, and took the paper cup from the **, poured out water and rinsed his mouth.
I have to say that the cold white is not nourishing and refreshing without wolfberry tea.
Deng Bin didn’t pay attention to it. He used his cuff to wipe off the mimeograph and water stains on his mouth. He looked down at his watch and told the police, “This community should already be at work. Go over there and take out the surveillance video. Make a copy and bring it back."
** Nodding, take the trash bag on the table away.
Deng Bin patted the stiff and sour cervical spine on the spot, then sat back in the chair and glanced at the computer screen.
The surveillance camera of the detention room showed that Chen Chaozheng was standing in the center of an empty room with his back facing the iron-barred corridor, slowly moving his neck, lumbar spine, and wrists, as if doing morning exercises for middle school students. His movements were very non-standard and rhythmic. Close to the top is the middle-aged aunt dancing the square dance, twisting Yangko in place.
Across the screen, you can see that his muscles are stiff and his body movements are uncoordinated. It is hard to imagine how such a scum-like body would kill one so brutally and brutally according to Jiao Kai’s first version of the statement. people.
"How can I find the third version of the story?"
Deng Bin didn't even think about it, he would directly exclude this option from Chen Chao's inquiries.
In the version of the story asked from the novelist, every punctuation mark may be fictitious.
"novelist?!!"
Deng Bin whispered twice and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He took out his phone from his trouser pocket, quickly unlocked it and opened the photo album, and clicked on the saved document photos.
Title "Suspense Author Survival Guide"
Author's name: Wolf in sheep's clothing!
Deng Bin usually doesn't read novels. He doesn't understand the title of the book at first glance; but the author's name, translated, it is a gentle beast disguised as warm and pure.
This name is indistinguishable from the senses Chen Chao now gives him, and it is quite appropriate.
Continue to look down.
The text first outlines a background of a dark night rain curtain, which is the same as the night of Haiguang City tonight, and then a taxi appears.
Deng Bin was stunned, unconsciously thinking of the taxi parked in front of the self-built building in his mind.
Sure enough, the outline drawn by the next text is exactly the outline of the self-built building.
"What kind of horrible situation is this? Did Chen Chao compose what happened tonight into a story and write it into a novel?"
Deng Bin’s pupils contracted and he connected his mobile phone to the computer, enlarged the stored photos, and printed them out by scanning sheets of paper.
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Single room in detention room.
Chen Chao stroked the wall around, absorbing the inspiration material deposited on the wall, feeling that today's absorption and charging have been overloaded.
He decided to relax for a while. Originally, he wanted to lie on the ground and sleep, but there was no bedding. The floor was too cold and hard, and his bones hurt.
The other point was that he was watched in admiration by a bunch of male criminals with fiery eyes. Even with his back to his gaze, he felt awkward.
Simply, Chen Chao stopped sleeping!
He stood up, picked out a section of broadcast gymnastics from his school days from his memory, and his body swayed along with it.
As the saying goes, know your shame and then be brave. Tonight’s pain is vivid. The brain CPU occupied by ghosts and logic has a strong and urgent need for hardware upgrades of the body.
Since there is no convenient way to replace parts in a short time, then we can only use the old and dull upgrade method-exercise, and the stiffness and aging muscle flexibility + coordination has already made Chen Chao intolerable.
In particular, the mobile phone shook abruptly just now, prompting the progress bar of the second floor unit of the bookshelf, which suddenly climbed by 1 grid, reaching 2%.
Chen Chao realized that improving physical coordination is an urgent and urgent matter, even more important than the job of publishing code words.
"So tired, sweating a lot, the sweat from the soles of the feet is about to soak the shoes."
After three minutes of activity, Chen Chao took two rough breaths, and his ankles were steaming steaming with wet ankles.
Chen Chao felt that wearing shoes and doing exercises was not a wise activity. He stopped, untied the laces, and extended his left foot from the shoes.
Suddenly, a strong pungent smell of sweat filled the air. Chen Chao had been prepared long ago, and he used the sole of his feet to wipe a sweat mark from the ground without changing his face.
The criminal on the opposite side covered his nose and dared not breathe.
A line of subtitle prompts appeared on the retina, [Prompt, face familiarity condition 3/3 in task 3 has been completed].
"What?"
Chen Chao looked behind him suspiciously, and a strange policewoman on the edge of the corridor looked over in horror, her blue and swollen face, and the look in her eyes dimmed.
"Do you have a deep impression on me? Are you so perfunctory?"
Unprepared, Chen Chao felt that his personality was insulted. He picked up his shoes and slammed into the corridor...