The security captain was called Qian Lei, an ordinary name and an ordinary life. He only studied in junior high school for one year and dropped out due to family reasons.
After that, he worked as a waiter in a billiard hall, hung out with gangsters, and got into fights everywhere. One time, he accidentally hacked someone to death and was sentenced to ten years in prison.
During several years in prison, he received education and reformed himself, and was finally released early because of his good behavior.
It was just that he had a good record, so it was easy for him to find a job. Finally, a fellow villager introduced him to a job as a residential security guard. Although the salary was a bit low, he worked diligently for several years.
Who would have thought that just when he was about to get promoted, his criminal record was anonymously sent to the owners' group.
The owners protested to the employer, and the employer fired him.
Qian Lei was extremely upset, but there was nothing he could do. Some mistakes cannot be made, and if they are made, they will affect one's whole life. He realized it too late.
Fortunately, not long after, an owner who had dealt with him before helped him and introduced him to a job at Jin Cui Hua Palace. When Boss Dong heard about his experience, he was not only interested in him, but also thought that this was the only way to impress people, so he promoted him to the position of security captain after only three months.
Qian Lei cherished this job very much, but his boss died, and now… he didn’t know what would happen to him.
"Brother Qian, someone is looking for you." The roommate in the rental house called him.
"I'm here." He quickly drank the instant noodle soup in the bowl, wiped his mouth, and walked to the door. "Who's looking for me?"
Monsoon shows his ID.
He was stunned for a moment, his expression slightly nervous: "Officer, what's the matter?"
"There are still some issues regarding the Jincuihua Palace case that require your cooperation in the investigation. Please come with us." Ji Feng said.
Qian Lei licked his lips subconsciously and said, "Oh, OK, can I change my clothes?" He pointed to the vest and shorts he was wearing, "This is too polite."
Ji Feng said: "Okay, but I suggest you don't do any unnecessary movements."
Qian Lei was startled, pretending to understand, and put on his security uniform, a crudely made black suit. This was his life experience, if you dress a little more formally, people will easily discriminate against you.
Ji Feng took the opportunity to glance at the rental house.
Seven or eight grown men were squeezed into a two-bedroom apartment with a fan blowing loudly. The whole room was filled with the odor of sweat and feet. On the bed, the coffee table, and the small table, there were induction cookers, Lao Gan Ma, and a few boxes of instant noodles.
He felt lucky: Fortunately, he didn't bring Teacher Jian with him.
Qian Lei quickly put on his clothes, got into the police car, and once again stepped into the police gate.
As a criminal with a criminal record, he was naturally afraid of going to police station. When he sat in the interrogation seat, his back suddenly straightened, tensed and extremely stiff.
"Name."
"Qian Lei."
"gender."
"male."
"age."
“36.”
Unlike the last time when they were asking for confessions, this time the police were obviously much more severe, and the stern look in their eyes seemed to imply that they had some clear evidence.
Qian Lei's lips became drier.
He resisted taking a sip of water.
Sure enough, they asked very clearly what happened on the night of the 15th.
Qian Lei probed: "I've said this several times..."
"If you want me to tell you, tell me." The interrogating police officer was cold and alert, looking at him with a cruel look, which was exactly the attitude he used towards a murderer, not a witness who was not cooperating with the investigation.
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Outside the one-way mirror, Jian Jing was holding cheese and grapes, watching from the front row: "It seems that the police officer is so fierce."
The boss had always been kind and smiling to me, but I didn't expect him to be so aggressive when facing the criminal. Qian Lei was scared.
Ji Feng: "Constrain yourself." You really are just watching a show.
Jian Jing took a sip of the smoothie and pretended not to hear.
--
The interrogation continued inside.
Qian Lei tried to repeat what he had said last time: "Brother Zhao and I went upstairs. He knocked on the door and called the boss's name, but there was no response from inside..."
Police officer: "What did he yell? Tell me."
"Uh, something like 'Boss, Mr. Wang is here', 'Boss, are you there?', 'Xiao Tan, open the door.'" he recalled.
"go on."
"There was no sound from inside, and we were afraid something might happen, so we found something to pry the lock. The door opened, and we saw a person lying on the sofa. He looked like the boss."
The police officer interrupted him again: "Who of you went in first?"
Qian Lei paused for a moment before saying, "It's Brother Zhao."
"Then what?"
"We ran to the boss and saw that his head was covered in blood. He was lying there, dead. Xiao Tan was stunned and didn't say a word. Brother Zhao told me to call the police."
"Show me where you two were at the time." The police officer handed over photos of the scene.
Qian Lei pointed to the location at the corpse's feet.
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Observatory.
Ji Feng: “Tsk.”
The two-day deadline has come, and Zhu Yanan, who came to inspect the results, asked: "What's wrong? Is there any problem with this position?"
Jian Jing took the photo and explained to him, "The corpse is between the sofa and the coffee table. The sofa is tilted, so the space at the head is narrow and the space at the feet is large. If you want to see his head, you have to walk inside. The person in charge's view must be blocked, but Qian Lei is a big guy, so he squeezed in very far, usually near his feet, and could clearly see the door."
A pair of feet were exposed outside the screen, obviously hoping to attract the attention of people coming in as quickly as possible to prevent them from searching in the room and discovering the hiding person.
But the people who came in later usually stood behind the first person, at the feet of the corpse. Qian Lei was big and strong, and the space next to the sofa was small, so he was likely to stand too far in.
In this way, even if the screen blocks part of the view, you can still see whether someone is entering or leaving the door.
Zhu Yanan understood and his expression suddenly became serious.
--
After the police officer saw him point, he knew what was going on and asked coldly, "Think carefully, how many people were there in the room at that time?"
Qian Lei's heart was pounding and his palms were sweating: "Three, Xiao Tan, Brother Zhao and me."
The police officer said meaningfully, "Are you sure?"
Qian Lei became even more thirsty: "Yes."
"What did you do after calling the police?" Unexpectedly, the police officer looked at him for a few seconds, let it go, and continued questioning.
Qian Lei breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of water from the paper cup, and replied: "I'll go and notify the others."
"Who's the first one?"
“Nana.”
"Where were you and what were you doing?"
Qian Lei answered smoothly: "In the office, it seems like I'm on video, oh oh, yes, live broadcast."
"What did you say to me?"
"I said, 'My boss is in trouble.' I called the police. The police told everyone at the scene to leave. I told them not to wander around."
"How do I reply?"
"Ask me what's going on, is it Xiao Tan? Should I call an ambulance or something?"
"How do you answer?"
"I said I don't know anything."
"You didn't tell me that the person was dead?"
"No, I don't know whether the boss is dead or not."
"Did you call an ambulance?"
"called."
The police officer asked questions very carefully, examining almost every detail, and occasionally went back and asked a surprise attack in order to disrupt the suspect's thoughts.
Qian Lei's answer was flawless and very similar to what the secretary had said.
"Who was notified second?"
"Sister Min."
"Where is it?"
"lounge."
"What were you doing at that time?"
"Uh, I think he was looking at his phone."
"What does that mean? Playing with your phone, or making a phone call?"
"play cell phone."
"What did you say to me?"
"Just like Nana, she said something happened to the boss and told us not to wander around or something like that."
"What's your reaction?"
"I know."
"Nothing else?"
“No.”
"Then what?"
“Then I saw Sister Liu come up and told me the same thing.” Sister Liu was in charge of finance.
"What's your reaction?"
"He was a little scared, and said he knew everything and wanted to go home. I had to persuade him for a long time before he stopped."
The police officer's face turned cold: "So, you think nothing else happened that night?"
"No more." Qian Lei wiped the sweat off his palms on his sleeves.
The police officer shook his head: "Do you know that giving false testimony will result in a sentence? You spent eight years in prison, and it was not easy for you to get out and start a new life. Now you want to stay in prison for a few more years for a woman. What do you want?"
Qian Lei's heart had already jumped out of his throat.
A woman.
The police knew? They really knew? How is that possible? Could it be…
"We've already arrested He Xinmin." The police officer lied, "He has confessed everything."
Qian Lei's face immediately turned pale.
The police officer said, "Think about it again. When you went to look for him, where was he? What were you doing?"
Don't panic, stay calm, the inmates said that the police like to cheat people. He used to be the same, once they threatened him, he would confess everything honestly.
Qian Lei tried to comfort himself, hoping against hope: "I didn't lie."
"Alas." Being tough always works, the boss changed to a gentle approach, and hated the iron and turned it into steel. "You are still being tough at this time?"
Qian Lei didn't say anything, protesting silently.
The boss said, "You believe what I said, right? Okay, let me explain it to you. When you entered the room, you actually saw me. I was in the room, secretly preparing to leave, but you found me and you chose to cover up for me. According to my own account, when you went to find me, I was not playing with my phone, I was taking care of myself."
"Your boss's blood is on your body."
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In the observation room, Zhu Yanan asked in surprise: "Did He Xinmin confess?"
Ji Feng said lazily: "No."
"Then how do you know there was blood?" I wondered, "It's not in the certificate."
Ji Feng pouted: "Of course not, this is Teacher Jian's guess."
Zhu Yanan looked at Jian Jing.
Jian Jing cleared her throat. It was time for her favorite part. It would be good to expose the suspect in person and explain the details. "From the situation at the time, the murderer did not have time to change clothes. When she committed the crime, she was wearing the clothes she wore when she was recording her statement. But that skirt looks right."
checked the video of the confession and analyzed: "When I watched the confession, thought the skirt was very strange."
In the video, Manager Min is wearing a black off-shoulder long dress.
Zhu Yanan looked at it carefully for a moment and asked in confusion: "I don't see anything wrong. Is there blood on it?"
"That day, we went to visit you and I praised your skirt. Do you remember?" Jian Jing didn't answer and asked Ji Feng instead.
Ji Feng: "Remember, this is interesting?"
"At first, I just thought that the black skirt didn't match you. You walk in a gentle and graceful manner, and the decoration of your home is also mainly fresh and elegant, which is the most suitable style for you. Black is too worldly and too different from secretary, which is something you should try your best to avoid."
Jian Jing said: "But I couldn't be sure at the time, maybe it was her work clothes. So, I went to the office again, and sure enough, she was wearing white. She had a great temperament and made all the girls look like scum in a second. It was me. I also like such a gentle sister."
"Ahem." Ji Feng cut the Gordian knot and solved the mystery for him, "So, wearing black clothes specifically means that you know that you might get stained with blood today."
Zhu Yanan was skeptical: "This?"
Jian Jing stared at Ji Feng: "Go on, talk."
Ji Feng shut up and made a gesture of surrender.
"Half a bottle of water is swaying." Jian Jing found the website of the company, clicked on the group photo of the business department, and found the same style on the young girl next to the center. "This dress is an off-shoulder dress. There was a sling on the right shoulder, but it was tied into a bow."
Zhu Yanan understood: "There is blood on the suspenders, so I tied it into a bow to cover it up."
"Bingo." Jian Jing raised her hand and high-fived Zhu Yanan. "That's what I guessed."