Chapter 11 Chapter Ten The Murderer

"The murderer was caught so quickly? Who is he, and why did he kill Huang Zhi?" After learning that the murderer had been brought to justice, I rushed to the police station immediately to learn about the situation from the inspector. I asked the identity of these words, not just a witness at the first scene, but also a reporter.After Guizi Tang finished writing the report that day, Director Zong Er learned that I was the first person to discover the deceased and that I had such a relationship with the deceased, so he immediately ordered me to write a long newsletter after the case was solved.The boss of Guizi Tang was not happy to hear this, because this kind of long communication made it clear that he could get a high bonus.But there's nothing I can do about it. I'm blessed with exceptional conditions. If I'm more diligent, he won't even be able to get the money for the first report.

But after hearing what I said, the inspector smiled strangely and shook his head. "It's not too busy talking about the murderer." "Ah, is there anything more important?" I asked strangely. The inspector stared at me with his face downcast, but instead of answering, he grabbed the phone on the table and made a call. The place where he received me was an empty room.When I walked in, I felt that this was a special place for police officers to interrogate prisoners, at least a bit like the small single room where I took notes that day. The scene was uncomfortably cold. Just as I was about to open my mouth to say something, the door opened and a young police officer walked in.

"Make a record," said the inspector. "What is this for? You still have doubts about me?" I said angrily. "I hope you will answer the questions I asked truthfully." "Okay, what do you want to ask?" "Is there anything missing from your statement from the last transcript?" "No, I have told you everything I know about this case." "Really?" The inspector asked back very unfriendly. "Yes." I looked at him, expressing our dissatisfaction clearly. "So, last week today, where did you go?" Today last week?

Seeing that I was hesitant, the inspector said, "Need I remind you, you weren't in Shanghai that morning?" "I went to Datang Village." It seemed that he knew everything, and there was nothing to deny.I am afraid that after He Xi and I left Datang Village, the local or Shanghai police went to investigate, and then we learned about it. "What are you going to do?" "Learn more about the situation." I thought to myself, obviously you know everything, but you still ask me what to do. "After Huang Zhi's death, he went to Datang Village pretending to be a policeman to ask questions. Do you dare to say that you didn't hide anything from the police?"

"I didn't pretend to be a policeman, I went with..." "He is a forensic doctor, right? She is a forensic doctor, which is different from a criminal policeman who is qualified to solve the case. Also, the day before yesterday, she investigated a midwife of a former mother and child through a household registration policeman in Yangpu District. Why, right? Is it related to this case? These days, forensic doctor He has shown extraordinary enthusiasm for Huang Zhi's corpse. Judging from the autopsy report she submitted to me, I can't figure out where her enthusiasm came from. .”

"Why don't you ask He Xi directly?" "Now I'm asking you." The detective patted the table, "I'll ask the forensic doctor." He continued. I think he lacks confidence in the second half of the sentence, and I know in my heart that He Xi's status as a forensic doctor is not that simple, and he can't try He Xi like me.It might even hit a soft nail on He Xi and turn the fire on me. "It's true that I have something to do with Huang Zhi, but it's not that I concealed it when I made the transcript for the first time, but that I didn't know about some things until Huang Zhi died."

"Then why didn't you directly report the new situation to the police, but chose to investigate privately?" the inspector asked me aggressively. "First of all, although these things are related to Huang Zhi, I'm not sure whether they are related to her death. Secondly, I think even if I tell you, you must not take it seriously. You may even think that I am a psychopath." "How I judge is my business. Now, tell me everything, and don't let me find out what you have to hide!" I shrugged my shoulders, starting from He Xi telling me about the dead baby in the refrigerator in Korea, to today’s visit to Yue Wenying, including some of my own thoughts.

When I was halfway through speaking, the young police officer in charge of the transcript raised his head from time to time and looked at me with strange eyes.The expression of disapproval on Inspector Wang's face became more and more intense, and I saw him wanting to interrupt me several times. "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous." When I finished, the inspector glared at me and said, "Do you think I'm a fool, or a paranoid, to believe what you say?" "Whether you believe it or not, you can verify what I said, and my judgments, you just treat me as a paranoid, maybe you can have some more reasonable inferences. In fact, I also want to Come to some less exaggerated conclusions."

The detective still shook his head and said, "Of course I'm going to investigate, but I have to say, Mr. Reporter, your imagination is really rich. What kind of world do you think we live in..." "What kind of world do you think we live in?" I preempted him and asked him back. "Ok?" "I don't think you don't know why departments like the Special Affairs Department were established in the public security system." "Special Affairs Department?" The inspector frowned, and then gave me a meaningful look.I think he should remember at this time that I have cooperated with the Special Affairs Department quite a bit.Sure enough, his expression softened a little, and he asked me again: "You said just now that you took a photo at Yue Wenying's place today?"

I took out the digital camera very realistically. The inspector looked at the photo displayed on the LCD screen, narrowed his eyes, turned to the young policeman and said, "Copy this photo, print out a clear one, and then draw it according to the dictation of the Datang villagers. Take your portrait together." The policeman responded, got up and walked out. "The villagers of Datang Village saw that a stranger had contacted Huang Zhi's daughter Zhou Xianxian many times. According to the description, we asked experts to make a simulation map." The inspector explained to me.

Not long after, the young policeman came back with two pictures. The inspector compared the two pictures, nodded, and then showed me the picture. "It seems that you have provided us with another very important information. We had a little misunderstanding before and treated you badly. I apologize to you." I even said it was okay, and then carefully compared the pictures on the two sheets of paper.One is an enlarged version of the remake photo, Xue Ying's face in the back row is circled by a red pen, and the other shows three computer-generated faces from different sides. It is indeed very similar, especially the eyes, nose and face shape, almost exactly the same. "Send this photo to the Kunshan side immediately, and ask them to check with the relevant Datang villagers to see if it is this person." The inspector said to the young policeman. "Didn't you say on the phone earlier that the murderer has been caught? Why doesn't it look like the case is over now?" I asked. "The murderer was indeed caught, and he pleaded guilty, so the case will be closed, but..." At this point, the detective clicked his tongue. "However, the motive for committing the crime has not yet been clarified. The suspect sometimes said it was for money and sometimes for sex. However, judging from the situation at the scene, these two reasons are untenable. However, it is true that he killed the person. Undoubtedly. But the motive is unclear, so the possibility of other criminals behind it cannot be ruled out." "Can I meet the murderer, as a reporter?" Perhaps out of compensatory psychology, the inspector readily agreed to my request, but asked me to inform the police before writing the report. "Well, I have an idea, what do you think if you do this..." I told the inspector about my sudden idea, and the inspector took a look at me and said, "You might as well try it. I think it's a pity that you don't want to be a criminal police officer." "Ha, the Special Affairs Department really wants me to join." I said with a smile. The arrested suspect was named Lu Wanqiang, a twenty-three-year-old wage earner from another province. At eight o'clock that morning, he wandered around the small hotel for a while, looking up from time to time, and bought two pancakes from a nearby pancake stand, ate one and a half, and threw the remaining half on the road. side.These are all confessed by himself and confirmed by witnesses. The fat aunt suffered from insomnia the night before and slept poorly. When she sat in front of the hotel in the morning, she dozed off instead. While she was lying on the counter to catch up on sleep, Lu Wanqiang walked into the small hotel.He went up to the third floor, knocked on Huang Zhi's door, hit Huang Zhi's temple hard to make her faint, then tied her to a chair with the nylon rope he carried, and finally strangled her to death. When going downstairs, Lu Wanqiang glanced at the waiter on the second floor. This glance was an important clue for the police to catch him so quickly. After killing someone, Lu Wanqiang didn't plan to flee, but just like a normal person, he played around in Shanghai and slept in the rented house at night until he was caught by the police. I took Inspector Wang's police car to the detention center where Lu Wanqiang was being held. He made arrangements for me, and I just had to wait in the interview room. The meeting room is divided in half by thick bulletproof glass.After waiting for a while, I saw the door in the opposite half open, and the guards escorted in a young man in handcuffs. "Lu Wanqiang?" I said. He glanced at me and said nothing. "This is Lu Wanqiang." The guard said to me, and then he asked Lu Wanqiang to sit opposite me. "Answer well." He said something, turned and went out. Lu Wan has a strong Chinese face, with a crew cut, some thin fluff on his lips, and pimples on his face.To be honest, the murderer who brutally killed Huang Zhi was still a big boy. "Hello, I'm Naduo, a reporter from the Morning Star newspaper." I greeted him like an ordinary interviewee.Of course, usually I would say "Nice to meet you", but I didn't say it this time. He nodded and gave me a half-smile in return. "How many years have you been out to work?" "Five years." Lu Wanqiang seemed a little surprised, because I didn't come up and asked about the murder case. "What kind of work have you done?" "Construction workers, security guards, water delivery, express delivery." "Do you have a wife?" He shook his head. "Do you want to earn money and go home to ask for a wife?" "I want to ask for Shanghai." He grinned, and at this moment he even seemed a little innocent. "It's good to have hope, so why did you kill someone? Are you short of money?" He suppressed his smile at once, remained silent for a while, and then said: "If you want to kill, kill it." "For money?" "If you want to kill, kill it." He turned his face slightly and repeated. I frowned, obviously I had already created a good atmosphere just now, I wanted to relax and ask again, but unexpectedly, as soon as I touched him, he seemed to be touched in a forbidden place in his heart, and immediately closed the door of communication. "Is it for money?" "A little." "It seems that you told the police that it was because of her beauty, so..." "It's all a little bit. As I said, kill me if you want to." He raised his eyebrows and looked at me provocatively. "But you didn't touch her, didn't you, money or sex, you didn't touch." "When I killed someone, I panicked and ran away." "Then how do you know where Huang Zhi lives, you've met her before, right?" I changed the subject. "I saw it the day before, when I was shopping, it was pretty, so I noticed it." "You followed her to the hotel where she was staying?" Lu Wanqiang smiled strangely: "I saw a man was following her, it was a bit strange, so I followed her." Ha, it turned out that when the tail boy was following Huang Zhi, he actually hung someone behind his buttocks. "Why didn't you start?" "I was a little hesitant at the time, but I made up my mind the next day." "You're not telling the truth." I stared at him.The so-called killing when you want to kill is impulsive. How can you not be impulsive at the time, go home and think about it all night before deciding to kill. He didn't admit it, didn't deny it, and didn't deliberately avoid my sight. His expression was queer, and there was no flinch in his eyes, and he was calm. "You are likely to be sentenced to death, do you know that?" "I know." When he said these two words, he even smiled, not the kind of hysterical laugh, nor the kind of muscle pulling that didn't mean anything to me when we first met.There was something in that smile that I didn't understand. At this moment, he is like a person who died for a certain idea, firm and calm.But I can't understand this at all, so his attitude gives me a very weird feeling. "Why didn't you escape after killing someone?" I felt uncomfortable, so I asked the next question. "I know I can't escape, the police will solve the case very quickly." "So you play around?" "Yes. Take advantage of this last minute." I had a conversation with Lu Wanqiang for more than half an hour. There is no doubt that he did not tell the truth many times, and sometimes he responded silently.No wonder Inspector Huang didn't decide to close the case immediately. It would be strange if there was no inside story behind it.This interview can be said to be a failure. There is something unshakable in Lu Wanqiang's heart, no matter what I say, it will not work. "Well, thank you for accepting my interview." "It's nothing," he said. "In order to ensure the authenticity of the news, please take a look at my interview notes, if there is something wrong or needs to be corrected." I said and handed the interview book in through the window. "It's not necessary." I smiled and made a gesture asking him to just look at it. He picked up his notebook with handcuffed hands and slowly read my interview with him.What I write doesn't really mean much to him, but people are always curious about what a reporter has written about him. I remembered it very quickly, so the handwriting was big, and I wrote four and a half pages. He read it page by page until the last page. I stared at his face, and finally when I turned to the last page, I noticed that his expression had changed. This was a very slight change. The corners of his eyes twitched, as if the peaceful sleep in his heart had been hit by a stone and then quickly recovered. He closed the interview book in a hurry, and the handcuffs he was wearing rattled. He pushed the interview book out the window. "Any questions?" I asked. "No, no problem." He replied, he seemed to have calmed down his emotions, but I noticed that the eyelid of his left eye was beating involuntarily. I laughed, finally I didn't run in vain this time. Inspector Huang was waiting for me outside, and immediately asked, "How is it? I can't see his expression clearly on the monitor." I opened the interview book, and on the right side of the page, there was a small photo—a close-up of Xue Ying's face. "His eyes are abnormal, and he must recognize this person. He didn't seem to see this photo at all. He didn't ask me any questions, and immediately returned the interview book to me. But I can be sure that he is at least staring at this photo Watched for three seconds." "I know this kid has a ghost." The inspector said excitedly. "But knowing that there is a ghost, it's hard to say whether he can tell the truth." I recalled his eyes and said. Detective Huang squeezed his chin covered with beards, nodded and said, "This kid is hard to deal with."