MTL - Breaking Through the Clouds-~ Chapter 19

"You used fake Adela to lure students to take drugs, and you extracted a lot of fingerprints from the poison-making equipment found on the roof of your rental house.

"I don't know what police officer you're talking about, those things are all the scraps I picked up, and I don't know what the poison making equipment is."

"Don't lose your stubborn resistance. Honestly, you can fight for generosity. No one can save you if you talk hard!"

"Haha, police officer, are you going to take me to the end of the season? It is a death penalty for making and selling drugs. Are you trying to trick me into confession?"

...

Outside the single-sided glass of the interrogation room, Yan Yan wore a Bluetooth headset and turned his back to the interrogation scene behind him.

He untied the bandage from his hand in the rushing water, stretched his fleshy fingers under the tap, and the solidified blood immediately turned into red water and flowed away with his fingertips.

The cold stinging was like tens of thousands of fine needles pierced into the bone marrow, but he seemed to feel nothing. He didn't even move the eyebrow peak, and listened attentively to the conversation coming from the headset:

"If you confess to the associates in the back seat of the car on the night of the 502 case and provide important clues to our police case, the court may not be sentenced lightly!"

"What comrade? That's a ride, I don't even know."

"Then you tell me now that this ride is for men and women, how old are they, what are their physical characteristics, and in what form?"

"Forget, I can't remember anything."

...

"I'm stingy, this dead duck's mouth is really hard." Ma Xiang shouted: "It has been more than eight hours of fatigue interrogation from last night to now, either I don't know or he forgot, I really want to--"

Yan Yan didn't lift his eyelids: "What do you want to do?

Ma Xiang swallowed his mouth and saw that there was only an outsider in Qin Chuan's house, so he sneaked a wink at Yan Yan: "I asked the intern to cut off the monitoring, brother Yan, let's do something?"

Qin Chuan looked up and smiled in the glass reflection: "Oh, I didn't hear anything."

"Means," Yan Yan smirked, and slowly wiped his hands with the white towel, and asked, "What means?"

"Well, hit the belly with a pillow! The back of the anti-cuff chair emptied for the night! I heard no scars at all, and I promised him that it wouldn't happen overnight."

Yan Zheng interrupted him: "This is called means?"

Ma Xiang blinked his innocent eyes.

"I tell you what it means." Yan Yan said, "he cut his hair and mixed it in milk tea to force him to drink, highlighting his eyes and letting him stay asleep for three days, the burned needle was bent into the armpit knee. No, I ca n’t see the wound is still tortured. If this is not enough, take two large wattage light bulbs and bake his left and right temples at the same time, or use the Yankee to deal with the base members and press the suspect directly to the water Someone did it before, and later ... "

Ma Xiang's entire facial muscles had become stiff, and only a moment later he shivered, "... Later ...?"

Yan Zheng gave him a slap, and said, "Then New China was established in October 1949! Dumb!"

Qin Chuan burst into unbridled laughter.

"It's okay to brush down those **** public accounts!" Yan Yan reprimanded Ma Xiang shivering: "Let's not know which Jiaojiao police station is the municipal public security bureau of the provincial government. How many eyes are you staring at? You do n’t know anything if you monitor others? Joke! "

Ma Xiang felt very aggrieved, "Then he killed him but didn't explain what to do ..."

"Let's not say that the confession forced by the means can't be accepted. We say that Hu Weisheng is really innocent in a one-tenth of a million cases. He really picked up the poison-making tools and sold the waste. There were others who killed Feng Yuguang. ——How many years later did the unjust case come out, did you lose him or did I lose him? "

Ma Xiang didn't dare to speak back, and just hummed quietly: "... I got the confession within an hour, and it wasn't me who made the military order for Wei Bureau anyway ..."

Yan Gang just opened his mouth to scold, and suddenly the door was pushed open. Gouli ran forward with agility that was extremely disproportionate to his tonnage, holding the kraft paper bag in his hand: "Come here! Hurry up! Your magic weapon is ready! "

Yan Zheng immediately took over, and glanced into the paper bag.

Ma Xiang was curious: "A magic weapon?"

Ma Xiang stretched his neck, and even Qin Chuan couldn't help walking this way. However, Yan Xuan took one hand and took it back. He grabbed the paper bag and gave him a thumb. I don't think this wave is ok-who will open the door and let me in. "

Gou modestly said: "It's easy to talk to old Wei."

Yan Yan: "..."

Qin Chuan patted Yan Mao's shoulder: "Come in, old Wei."

Yan Yan: "You ..."

Ma Xiang: "Come on, Wei Wei."

Yan Yan was furious: "You are Viagra!"

The door clicked, and Hu Weisheng raised his head, exposing bloodshot eyes.

The interrogation policeman got up and called Brother Brother Yan, waved his hand to signal them to go out, then opened the folding chair behind the iron table, sat down with one hip, and lost the cigarette to the table:

"Suck it."

Hu Weisheng moved, but did not answer, and husky smiled: "How come the police officer, come here with a white face?"

Hu Weisheng entered the palace several times, and these techniques for interrogation may be more familiar than ordinary police. Yan Yan knew that enough words had been wasted, so he didn't fool with the snake anymore, and straightforwardly said: "My surname is Yan, and the deputy head of the criminal investigation team of the Municipal Bureau, the work of the detachment is under my control."

Hu Weisheng narrowed his eyes.

This man was only in his forties, but he wrinkled a lot of wrinkles early, with foolish slyness and fierceness hidden in each one.

"Pump it, don't be nervous." Yan Yan said he snapped a cigarette, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh of relief: "It's not to hurt you, so big a city bureau, even if I want to give you drugs No one dares to do it, rest assured. "

Yan Yan's voice was low and tough, with a strong masculine magnetism, but he was born with a careless taste, as if he didn't care much about anything.

Hu Weisheng's cloudy eyes flashed a few times. Although hesitant, he finally picked up the cigarette, shook his hand and lit it, and immediately took a big mouthful of intoxication.

"Good smoke," he murmured, "do you eat such good cigarettes when you eat public meals?"

Yan Yan said with a hilarity: "On the police salary alone, I should be starved to death the next day."

——This statement is really misleading. Hu Weisheng also said that he was really suggesting something. He did not expect the police to dare to say such words in a place with surveillance and video in an interrogation room, which revealed a little surprise.

Yan Zheng didn't explain, Dang Erlang smiled.

"You, you also know that you can't be released without sin, it's just a matter of respite or eating a gun. To be honest, Feng Yuguang died after taking the medicine you sold. Now the main responsibility lies with you and your partner. Body-As long as I honestly say what I said, I guarantee that you can smoke such a good cigarette every day in the second half of your life; but if I continue to protect my associates, I can only take you to the execution ground. "

"What accomplice? I said it would be a ride!" Hu Weisheng said ruthlessly.

Yan Yan held the cigarette indifferently, "Don't talk hard, we have caught it."

Hu Weisheng stunned.

"——You must want to ask, why did we catch him, but we still try to judge you?"

"..."

Yan Yan sighed, and seemed a little sympathetic: "Because it is useless to judge him, he will not speak anymore, look at it."

Yan Zheng took a photo from the kraft paper bag and threw it lightly. Hu Weisheng bowed his head, his pupils tightened and he blurted out, "How is that possible?"

——It was taken by a forensic doctor at the site of a corpse thrown on a highway. It has been crushed countless times, and the corpse has not been seen at all!

"Well," Ma Xiang slaps behind the single-sided glass: "Brother Yan's trick is so wonderful!"

"Impossible! This is not ... you, you ...!"

The handcuffs and iron chains squeaked, Hu Weisheng flushed, and struggled to make him almost turn out of the iron chair. The criminal police rushed in immediately, but Yan Yan covered his photo with his backhand and stopped his eyes. The actions of the hands.

"Who is this? I don't even know it!" Hu Weisheng calmly calmed down and shouted, "I haven't seen this guy at all! The traffic accident map that your policeman just looked for threatens to confess, I want to sue you!"

Ma Xiang said, "This grandson lying down is quite clever. What should I do?"

"Don't panic," Qin Chuan held his arms in both hands, and a strange light flickered behind the lens: "Your brother Yan has a trick."

"Terrorize you? It's not necessary." Yan Yan smiled. "Guess who killed him?"

"..." Hu Weisheng's chest was undulating, as if an old fox was extremely alert.

Yan Zheng leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, his chin raised slightly, and his legs separated naturally. He knows that this posture makes him look very comfortable and stretched. This posture is passed to the outside world with a trace of invisible momentum and overwhelming, impeccable confidence.

-This is what he learned from Jiangzhan.

The only difference is that Jiang Zhan has the confidence to support his casual attitude, which is the psychological advantage formed by the asymmetry of information. Yan Yan knew he didn't, but he had to make Hu Weisheng feel like he was.

"Destroy the mouth ..." Hu Weisheng said subconsciously.

"Yes," Yan said. "Although evidence is lacking, the police have initially determined that the killer's purpose is related to it."

Hu Weisheng's gaze involuntarily reached into Yan Mao's hand into the kraft paper bag. The next second, he saw Yan slowly slowly squeeze out a bag of evidence bags sealed with light blue powder.

"What is that, drugs?" Ma Xiangqi said, "Isn't the physical evidence taken away by criminals with guns?"

Gou Li stood up against the wind, looking down: "Copper hydroxide."

Ma Xiang: "..."

Qin Chuan Fuer said: "You are also lacking in morals ..."

"You hid this bag of drugs on the roof of the building carefully, it should be more than just to guard against the police." Yan Min raised the bag of evidence in Hu Weisheng's gaze, shaking, and calmly: "Lao Hu, you think If the police did n’t arrest you for drug trafficking, you could just kill another crime like Gongzhou did? If I were you, I would prefer Ma Liu to confess all my accomplices, and then sentence him to comfort in prison indefinitely. It's better to serve for 20 years than to get out of the detention center door and be bumped into a meat sauce by two or thirty trucks in a line. What do you say? "

Hu Weisheng had stiffened while the bag of key evidence appeared, and his face became extremely pale.

The cigarette burned quietly, and the burning **** fell lightly on his hand.

If the win and loss were barely calculated by five or five points, Yan Kuan knew at this time that he had the absolute upper hand.

But it's not enough.

To completely destroy a person's psychological defense, a threat is not enough. Law is the bottom line of morality. Those who can break the law and commit crimes are different from ordinary people in the first place. Simple intimidation may be temporarily effective, but once the other party relishes it, it will become even more desperate and more "skinned."

Yan Yan slowly leaned forward, staring at Hu Weisheng's pupil.

"Our police are also very tired to handle the case. Your case is so tight that there is no real benefit. You are reluctant to leave any branch office to handle it." Yan Yan paused, staring at every change in Hu Weisheng's expression, saying softly "But fortunately, your accomplice is dead, and the dead are easier than the living—you who know the truth, obediently record your confession, don't let me teach you, you should know how to record yourself."

Qin Chuan tapped the glass of the interrogation room with his forefinger, and gently instructed Ma Xiang: "Go to the monitoring room to tell the technology later, if it's me, let them slap this video."

Ma Xiang lowered his voice and asked, "Why? Is everyone aware that Yan Yan just plays psychological tactics with him ..."

Qin Chuan's sharp eyes interrupted him: "Do what I say!"

Ma Xiang immediately raised his head and said, "Yes!"

Hu Weisheng's eyes dodged violently. From the sitting position, he could see that his psychological struggle was extremely complicated at the moment. But Yan Zheng didn't press again, instead he leaned back again, and opened a distance, like a veteran, cold-hearted hunter.

"I don't believe it ..." Hu Weisheng's lips shook slightly and said, "You guys hit me, the police want to hit me ..."

"It doesn't matter if you refuse to cooperate well. Remember Liu Xue's case?"

Hu Weisheng's face changed: "You want to--"

Yan Yan said, "Liu Xue is in my hands."

Yan Yan is like an old veteran holding a hunting gun near a trap, looking down from a height on the prey he has nowhere to run, a little bit desperate, but still dying.

"What do you want? That little girl's case has been settled." Hu Weisheng finally squeezed the words from his chapped lips, his voice was slightly unstable: "Yes, I am embarrassed, but I talk to the Gongzhou police. The explanation is clear, and I have already paid a price in jail! What else do you want? Ah? Are your public cases being so wronged ?! "

"--It's set." Yan Yan smiled and said, "Can't the case be settled?"

If Yan Zheng doesn't work as a police officer, with his good face from his mother, he can invest money at home, and it is no problem to be a singer or an actor. But it is also difficult for him to become popular, mainly because he is too aggressive from looks to aura. Even when he smiles, he is like a male wolf who is drinking blood and licking his paws lazily. It is too rigid and sharp, which makes people Unable to love.

Hu Weisheng no longer smokes, his chest is constantly undulating, and his wet forehead is violently cramped. Based on his strict case handling experience, he can even infer from the breathing frequency his current heartbeat.

"I confessed all crimes to the Gongzhou police. You don't want to threaten me. I am innocent and I don't know anything. The host police can prove that I haven't really raped the girl ..."

Yan Zheng said, "Hosting the police? Is it Jiang Jiang?"

Hu Weisheng's expression was like being blocked by the barrel of his brain.

"Jiang stopped dead." Yan Yan seemed to be very happy, the corners of his mouth widened slowly. His middle knuckle knocked at the scene on the table, and rang softly, as if the last deadly bullet was shot at the prey:

"——It's the same way, it's been run over twenty times on the highway."

"Who is Jiang Zhan and Yan Brother said that he was killed?" Ma Xiang stared closely at the interrogation room, with a question in his stomach: "And who is Liu Xue? Brother Yan is revealing the previous case of Hu ? "

Qin Chuan looked strange, but didn't answer.

"Oh pony," Gou patted Ma Xiang's shoulder and sighed, "Otherwise you don't have to do criminal investigation, come to the forensic department to do some miscellaneous work, it's fine ..."

The temperature in the interrogation room was not high, but Hu Weisheng's sweat kept falling, and his back was soaked after a while.

Yan Min thoughtfully passed the cigarette and lighter and asked, "Another one?"

Hu Weisheng stared at the cigarette for a long time, as if the follower was watching the only straw in front of him. I don't know how long, he finally moved, as if making some kind of decision in an extremely chaotic situation, raising his hand to take over the cigarette.

The flames rose, and Hu Weisheng exhaled a long smoke.

"... If Gongzhou's case is uncovered again, I will be killed in the detention center," Hu Weisheng uttered a vague laughter in his throat, unable to hear whether it was bitter or ironic.

"I am doing something kind, but the little girl is like that. I did n’t make her go, and I sent her to the clinic-which one would you want me to bury, and which Wang Bagua could catch me?"

The last few words of this revelation revealed a deep stupidity and arrogance, but Yan Yan had not even heard it, and even praised it: "That's the truth."

"Hey," Hu Weisheng laughed again. "Sergeant Yan, blame your officer for being bigger than the surname of Jiang. You are really more sophisticated than him."

Yan Zheng didn't tell him Jiang Jiang finally became the leader of the detachment: "Oh, how do you say?"

"The surname Jiang's means of play are like a woman, ruthless. He doesn't hit you or scold you, and he likes to torture people with low and high temperatures-in the winter, he broke the air conditioner compressor and pumped the refrigerant. Go, the exchange tube freezes, the air outlet blows his head and covers his face and sprays the ice dumplings. People are sprayed on the interrogation chair and can't even breathe ... every time they see him, they are afraid.

"If you're willing to say anything, he's in a better mood. He loses your bones like a dog. When you're in a bad mood, there are tricks, and it's like a dog. You can do whatever you want. "Hu Weisheng glanced up at the air conditioner, squinted his eyes, and suddenly asked," He is dead? Are there any photos? "

Yan Zheng didn't answer this question, but asked: "You can be sentenced to **** | Jiang Zhan's great efforts in trying to commit rape, why is he torture you?"

Hu Weisheng blurted out: "Fart! The person who wants me to eat a gun is him! If it was not his brother--"

Immediately after, Hu Weisheng seemed to realize something suddenly, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"His brother?" Yan Yan's eyelids jumped slightly. "Jiang Zhan has a brother?"