"Is that truck driver caught?" Zhai Chen was very surprised. That person was obviously a veteran in all kinds of tricks. Since he dared to kill people on the road, he must have planned an escape plan. It was impossible for him to be caught so easily.
"We're asking you now!" The little detective next to him reminded the interrogator with a dark face.
Only with information asymmetry can the truth be framed. At this time, it is futile to ask the detective what to do. Zhai Chen patted his head and seemed to just remember: "Ah, yes, you continue to ask, what is the question just now?"
The little detective seemed to be annoyed, and he almost shouted, "Why did the arm break?"
"I hit it." Zhai Chen admitted it directly.
"How did you fight?"
Zhai Chen raised his hand and gestured: "He was holding a nail gun, the modified one, and almost hit me on the head. When I was in a hurry, I grabbed his arm and slammed it on the knee, trying to get the nail gun. Fall. Maybe too much force, give it a break."
A set of action demonstrations are smooth and smooth, and there are no flaws. The two detectives can judge the feasibility of this action based on their fighting experience. Any adult man doing this may break the opponent's hand, especially when people's lives are threatened.
However, Captain Fan didn't stop there, but kept asking, "You learned your fighting skills from Lao Zhai, right? You did the breaking of Wang Jinghang?"
"In that case, he attacked me first, and the two sides fought each other without filing a case." He declared his innocence first, and then returned to the subject. "He rushed over from behind, and I directly bent over and fell over my shoulder."
Captain Fan was amused by his exaggerated demonstration: "You can do it, no wonder you can jump on the steel bars."
"What rebar?" Zhai Chen looked over innocently.
Whether it is to break the hand with the knee or fall over the shoulder behind the back, it can be achieved through skill. And jumping on the bridge from the car climbing the steel bars, it is not a skill that can be explained. Captain Fan speaks like a normal chat, which makes it easy for people to relax their vigilance.
This is a language trap, whether Zhai Chen answers "yes" or "no", the result is the same. Answering "yes" proves that Zhai Chen has amazing arm strength and has the ability to snatch Li Ting from the upstairs; answering "no" proves that he is lying, because there is no mention of escaping from the car. Since Zhai Chen noticed the steel bars, it proved that he climbed on the steel bars and Gao Yusheng jumped out of the car.
Captain Fan looked at him, lowered his head and wrote two sentences on the paper: "The cab of that car was squeezed and deformed, and the co-pilot was hanging in the air. How did you two escape from the car last night?"
"Mr. Gao jumped out with me in his arms. I'm night blind, so I don't know how he did it."
"… "
This was the rhetoric that was negotiated at Gao Yusheng's house last night. Mr. Gao said that if the police asked, he would be pushed on him.
"How does this work?" Although Zhai Chen had learned a lot of stinky mistakes from his study abroad experience in the police department's Houwen Outdoors, this does not include shirk responsibility.
"I have a solution," Gao Yusheng, who was pouring ice mint water into a glass at the time, suddenly smiled, "I said that I will help you keep your secrets, so I will definitely protect you."
Who is the bodyguard? Zhai Chen deserved it, but in order not to be sent to the research institute for slices, he finally agreed to Mr. Gao's plan.
Hearing this, Fang Chuyang breathed a sigh of relief, took off the headset and left the monitoring room. Passing by the door of the interrogation room, he vaguely heard Captain Fan asking the last question: "Where did you go during the day on the 8th?"
Zhai Chen was silent for a while before slowly opening his mouth: "Nanshan Sanatorium."
Fang Chuyang turned his back to the door of the interrogation room and sighed deeply.
"Deputy team, Wang Qiang and his wife are here." Chen Zhaohui came over and whispered to him, pointing to the woman sitting in the waiting chair.
Fang Chuyang narrowed his eyes: "Take her to Room 2 and record the whole process."
Zhou Yufen, the wife of Wang Qiang, the deceased who fell from the Nancheng overpass, was a fairly beautiful woman, but she was a little haggard with age, with obvious wrinkles around the corners of her eyes and many spots on her face. She was wearing a black cotton and linen skirt, her long hair was rolled up at the back of her head, and she lowered her head slightly, looking like she was good at talking: "Comrade police, is there any new progress?"
"Go in and talk," Fang Chuyang took Xiao Chen into the No. 2 interrogation room, and observed Zhou Yufen for a while with a cold face, before he looked back until he was fidgeting, "Before Wang Qiang died, you said that you would not let him go. Good to die, isn't it?"
"My mother-in-law told you, right?" Zhou Yufen looked down at her fingers, "That's what we said when we were quarreling. My mother-in-law likes to mix things up in the middle. She remembers everything I say."
"Wang Qiang raised a mistress outside, do you know this?" Fang Chuyang looked down at the information in his hand, not staring at Zhou Yufen, and Comrade Xiao Chen, who was so dark that he was almost integrated with the background wall, would not How much pressure is placed on the interrogator.
Zhou Yufen's fingers suddenly tightened, and she said with difficulty, "I know."
"You have just given birth to your second child. The child is still young and you are a housewife. It's not easy to get a divorce, right? Have you been in trouble with the mistress?" Fang Chuyang looked up at the woman on the wooden bench and looked at her fingers twist together.
"The slut has her own destiny, I won't go to her." Zhou Yufen slowly exhaled and said this in a calm tone.
"Was Wang Qiang taken away by God?"
Zhou Yufen smiled nervously and did not answer.
"Is it this?" Fang Chuyang took out a piece of A4 paper from the folder, with the strange totem on the back of the takeout order printed on it, and the intricate pattern guarding the ghostly eyes in the middle. Suddenly placed in front of Zhou Yufen, his eyes were fixed on her face, and he did not let go of any subtle expressions.
Asking Xiao Chen to send Zhou Yufen away, Fang Chuyang watched the video several times in the monitoring room, and walked out with a sullen face, and saw Zhai Chen sitting in his seat drinking iced drinks.
"I think you haven't come out yet. It's a pity that the ice will melt, so I'll drink it for you," Zhai Chen shook his drink.
After the interrogation is over, he is probably the only suspect who will not leave. Inquisitively, I asked Team Fan about the killer last night. Pieces together, the man who attacked them was not caught, and the car was not his. When the police found the muck truck parked on the side of the road, the person had already left, and the real truck driver was still unconscious in the back seat. According to the driver's confession, he was stabbed by a hitchhiker while waiting to enter the city from the outskirts. An arm was broken.
"Go away!" Fang Chuyang kicked him, made him move away, turned to Captain Fan and said, "Zhou Yufen obviously knows this totem, but doesn't admit it."
"Could it be some kind of cult organization?" Zhai Chen took the piece of paper from his hand, and tried to explain the story about "Li Mochou and the bloody handprint" to the honest Xiao Chen.
"Shut up, go home and cook for Mengmeng." Fang Chuyang snatched the paper and told him to get out. It is not suitable for ordinary people like Zhai Chen to listen to the investigation here. Zhai Chen immediately stood up and rolled mellowly.
"Cult..." Captain Fan took the piece of paper and looked at it carefully, frowning gradually, "Xiao Zhang, go to the database to check the cult materials that appeared in various places ten to thirteen years ago."
Previously, Fang Chuyang asked Xiao Zhang to check this picture, but no relevant records were found in the electronic archives of the past ten years, and there was no trace on the Internet. However, most of the documents from ten years ago are paper files and have not yet been entered.
"Have you seen this?"
"I'm impressed, but not sure."
On the other side, in the house in Yutang Bay, Dongli, Gao Yusheng woke up in the morning and Zhai Chen was gone. On the sofa were the blankets covered by the man, which seemed to have been folded very hard, but the way was a bit rough, like toast with cheese slices, twelve corners facing twelve directions.
Unfolding and folding them neatly, Gao Yusheng took a small box of corn kernels from the cabinet, opened the glass door and walked to the backyard. He lives on the first floor of a bungalow with two gardens. There is an exquisite cage in the backyard, in which there are several pointed-billed creatures.
"Mr. Gao!" Secretary Zheng suddenly emerged from behind the bushes, frightening the corn kernels in Gao Yusheng's hand, "I rang the doorbell in front and no one answered."
The community is safe and secure, so there is only a turfed soil slope in the back garden to block the view from the outside, and it is easy to turn in. Secretary Zheng jumped in unconventionally, staring at the animals in the cage in amazement. To be honest, the color of the creatures in the cage is not very good-looking, and the gray ones are a bit like chickens, but the feathers are carefully groomed by hand, and they must be some rare species.
"This bird is really sturdy and smooth, is it a young peacock?" Since it must be expensive for the CEO to raise, Secretary Zheng decided to close his eyes and blow it.
"This is chicken." Gao Yusheng put the corn in the trough, clapped his hands and went back to the house.
"You are really ingenious, and you have turned chickens into ornamental birds!" Secretary Zheng, who boasted in the wrong direction, forced his respect.
"This is for food." Gao Yusheng glanced at him sideways and used his eyes to persuade him to shut up.
"..." Zheng Jing finally remembered his boss's obsessive-compulsive disorder of excellence. He didn't dare to mention the chickens again. He followed him into the room and put the breakfast he brought on the table, talking about business, "I heard about Yuan Xiaoai, she The reason why they are so idle is because their company has recently closed down. The boss of the company died unexpectedly, and the wife of the boss would not be able to run the business.
Zhai Chen only saw Yuan Xiaoai blocking the door of Fortune Building on Friday. In fact, she was there all week, scolding all day. "Gao Yusheng's heartless man" has an infinite loop, and his brainwashing ability is comparable to "the yellow crane bastard ran away with his sister-in-law" on a stall selling fake leather bags.
Hearing "accidental death", Gao Yusheng paused when he opened the breakfast box: "What's the name of the boss?"
Don't you usually ask what the company's name is? Secretary Zheng quickly flipped through the phone memo: "Wang Qiang."