I am a super cop

Chapter 208 Opportunity 【Seeking Monthly Pass】

"Is forensic doctor Liu here?" Lu Weiwei walked to the forensic doctor's office with ease, and when she saw the forensic doctor's assistant writing a report, she asked him, "Where's your master?"

"I'm busy." Looking at Lu Weiwei, and Gu Chen, Officer Wang, and Officer Ding behind Lu Weiwei, the forensic assistant knew that things were not that simple.

Almost all of these people have become frequent visitors of the technical department, and they often come to handle cases in the middle of the night, and the forensic assistants all have the urge to die.

"That's okay, I'll leave this to you, and you can test it for us." Lu Weiwei took the sealed small blue gas bottle from Gu Chen and handed it to the forensic assistant.

"What is this?" The forensic assistant shrank back instinctively.

"It might be...poisonous gas." Lu Weiwei said.

The forensic assistant covered his mouth and nose: "What are you doing here with the poisonous gas? Come with me."

Then, under the leadership of the forensic assistant, everyone came to a testing room and put the gas bottle in a transparent container.

"Are you sure there is really poisonous gas in this thing?" the forensic assistant asked.

Lu Weiwei nodded fiercely: "Could it be that I'm still lying to you?"

"But I'm busy, so let's wait for forensic doctor Liu to come over and then test." The forensic assistant said with a repulsive expression, "Just you people, running here every day, I have to work overtime when you come. Do you really think I'm a bigwig in the forensic world?"

"It's hard... Isn't it?" Lu Weiwei asked weakly, staring.

The forensic assistant was stunned for a moment, and was also confused by this kind of question, but he quickly realized that he immediately laughed with a changed face: "Haha, I didn't expect that I was so low-key, but you still found out, tell me, when will want?"

"The sooner the better, we'll wait here." Gu Chen behind him also said.

"Well, who made me a big boss in the forensic medicine field." The forensic medicine assistant suddenly swelled up.

He naturally changed into work clothes, put on white gloves and a gas mask, and was ready to be tested in the isolation room.

"You guys stay outside for a while, don't come close." The forensic assistant's tone changed instantly, imitating the tone of his master Liu Forensic, and commanding everyone in front of him.

Everyone obeyed the arrangement and waited quietly outside the testing room.

"That..." Officer Wang couldn't help feeling a little worried: "Can this little forensic doctor do it?"

"It should be fine." Gu Chen seemed to know Police Officer Wang's worry, and said with a half-smile: "He has been working with Forensic Doctor Liu for a long time, so there should be no problem in testing."

"I hope so." Officer Ding nodded his chin and said, "Then let's have a look."

Police officer Wang thought about it, and said that he was usually tested by forensic doctor Liu, but he didn't know how long it would take for his apprentice.

After a long time, the forensic assistant in the isolation room walked out of the room after taking off his mask and gloves.

Under everyone's curious eyes, he said unhurriedly: "You are right, this blue vial does contain highly toxic gas, and it is easy to volatilize."

"Are you sure?" Gu Chen asked.

"Is that still false? I'll write an analysis report for you later."

"Okay, with your analysis report, our case will be closed soon." Lu Weiwei was quite excited, she knew that this was the key to the problem.

Once it is determined that what Zhang Wen injected into the tires is poisonous gas, then this guy cannot escape responsibility.

"Call Zhang Wen immediately, and let me see how long this guy will continue to act."

Police officer Wang showed a long-lost smile, the case progressed faster than he expected.

At [-]:[-] p.m., Zhang Wen was taken to the No. [-] interrogation room of the Furong Police Station.

Zhang Wen, with an innocent face, looked at Gu Chen, Police Officer Wang and Lu Weiwei, and his heart skipped a beat.

He looked at Gu Chen and said, "Aren't you the VIP guest of Mr. John Lauer at the concert? I've seen you."

"I've seen you too." Gu Chen said.

Zhang Wen looked at the surrounding environment, and couldn't help chuckling a few times: "I don't know if the police comrade called me here, what do you need to know? Did I commit a crime?"

"Zhang Wen, can you explain Zhao Mingming's situation?" Lu Weiwei on the other side also said.

In fact, after everyone learned the truth, no matter how innocent Zhang Wen put on an attitude, everyone knew it in their hearts.

Looking at such a situation, there is a posture of watching a monkey performance.

"Zhao Mingming?" Zhang Wen was taken aback, and said, "He's not dead yet? I heard he was seriously injured?"

"You really want him to die?" Gu Chen asked, frowning.

Zhang Wen sneered twice, and leaned back on the seat: "What does it matter to me whether he dies or not? Anyway, I don't have a good relationship with him."

"Both of you are Wang Dewen's students, right?" The notebook in Gu Chen's hand was quickly writing the records of the scene.

"That's right." Zhang Wen looked up at the ceiling and said, "But I'm just Teacher Wang's assistant now, and Zhao Mingming is Teacher Wang's favorite student."

"Are you not convinced?" Gu Chen raised his head, looked at Zhang Wen and said, "As far as I know, your piano level is far above that of Zhao Mingming, so why is the guest of John Lauer's special concert this time on stage?" Is it Zhao Mingming?"

Seeing that Zhang Wen's expression was suddenly startled, and obviously tightened, Gu Chen continued: "He, Zhao Mingming, made a few obvious mistakes on the stage, which shows that his piano skills are indeed not solid enough, but if it were you, It could be a lot better."

"Don't mention him to me." Zhang Wen's expression suddenly became serious, and he said with a pale face: "This Zhao Mingming, what else does he have besides having a good father? His piano skills can only be considered so-so, to fool you These laymen may be okay, but when colleagues listen to him playing, it is simply rubbish, rubbish that insults the ears."

Zhang Wen's extreme degree is somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.

After a few seconds of silence, Police Officer Wang also said: "It seems that you and Zhao Mingming don't have a good relationship?"

"Isn't it?" Zhang Wen also had a cold face, and said without hesitation: "In Mr. Wang's studio, this is a well-known thing. He Zhao Mingming is used to seeing no one. He always looks like a nostril. He looks like a lot of people don't like him."

"But he took away your chance to perform, do you know that?" Gu Chen asked.

"You know it." Zhang Wen lowered his head, his face was melancholy: "Who doesn't know that I am the best pianist under Mr. Wang, what is Zhao Mingming? He is not qualified to be on the Jiangnan City Grand Theater, or on a general business celebration performance."

"But even so, this guy still looks so arrogant. I'm afraid that no one will know that he is Zhao Mingming. I hate him very much, and other people in the studio also hate him."

"But why did you kill him?" Gu Chen's sudden question made Zhang Wen stunned on the spot.

He looked at Gu Chen, as if a soul crit had been struck.

"I ask you, why did you kill him?" Gu Chen paused, and said, "Just because he took your place in John Lauer's concert, so you want to kill him?"

"Comrade policeman, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Zhang Wen was in a daze.

He really hated Zhao Mingming to the bone, and he had made a lot of preparations in advance, but he was always cautious.

But facing Gu Chen, it seemed that this guy could sense what he thought in his heart.

"Don't admit it?" It's not the first time Lu Weiwei has done this kind of work. She imitated the majesty of Police Officer Wang's usual interrogation of prisoners, and slapped the table hard!
"boom!"

Zhang Wen was taken aback.

"What is this?" Lu Weiwei walked up to Zhang Wen with a photo of a blue gas bottle in her hand, and put it on his desk: "You should know this, right?"

Zhang Wen suddenly understood why the police summoned him, so he smiled wryly at Lu Weiwei: "I said comrade policeman, why are you showing me this?"

Of course Zhang Wen knew about the blue gas bottle in the picture.

However, I have prepared so much, and I have already thrown the blue gas bottle into a trash can in a blind monitoring area.

To be precise, he had already destroyed the evidence. How did the police find the blue gas bottle that should have disappeared?
"You look pretty good." Lu Weiwei couldn't help curling her lips, and said lightly, "This is the gas you filled the car with last night. Did you forget it so quickly?"

"What gas, I have no idea what you are talking about." Zhang Wen retracted the disdain just now, and sat quietly on the seat, showing an indifferent expression.

"You don't have to worry about whether it's the bottle you used yesterday. Wait for the fingerprints to be detected." Officer Wang took a sip of wolfberry tea and couldn't help but let out a pleasant "ha".

Gu Chen also said: "You used poisonous gas to inflate the left front tire of the car, which made the normal left front tire obviously over-inflated, and then Zhao Mingming, who took over from your car, discovered the over-inflated alarm, so Get out of the car and deflate, and the poisonous gas you injected instantly spreads in the surrounding air."

"And it was Zhao Mingming who inhaled the poisonous gas you injected that caused him to foam at the mouth while driving, and lost his mind, which eventually led to the car accident last night. What else do you have to explain?"

Zhang Wen was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.

"If these are not enough, we still have detailed investigation records here, you can take a look for yourself." Officer Wang handed the information to Gu Chen, and Gu Chen walked up to Zhang Wen and handed the information to him.

"This...it's not true." Zhang Wen just read it roughly, and immediately showed extremely complicated emotions: "This is definitely not true. I didn't harm Zhao Mingming, no."

"It doesn't matter if you say something or not." Gu Chen took off the pin on the data, and threw one of the data descriptions with pictures and texts in front of him: "This is when you drove the car to a remote repair shop, and the shop owner explained oral transcript."

Then another piece of information was thrown over: "This is the blue gas bottle, the test report for the residual gas components."

Looking at Zhang Wen's dazed eyes, Gu Chen threw some of the documents over one by one: "This is the inspection report on your intentional increase in tire pressure, and this is the information on Zhao Mingming's deflation of the tires. This is..."

Gu Chen threw all the evidence in front of Zhang Wen one by one.

At this moment, Zhang Wen's eyes were no longer expressionless, and he stared blankly at the evidence in front of him.

It seemed that the retribution came too fast, and I was not ready to deal with it at all, and emotions rushed into my heart all of a sudden.

"I..." Zhang Wen's words came to his lips, and suddenly he couldn't speak as if his throat was stuck by a fishbone.

"Whether you admit it or not, the evidence is here." Gu Chen returned to his seat and sat down slowly.

The scene was suddenly very quiet...

Gu Chen, Lu Weiwei and Police Officer Wang were not in a hurry. The evidence they collected was enough for Zhang Wen to have nowhere to hide.

One minute later, Zhang Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said heavily: "You are right, Zhao Mingming's accidental poisoning last night caused the vehicle to seriously deviate from the road, and the final tragic car accident was all planned by me."

Gu Chen also breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You didn't need us to waste so much talking if you said earlier."

Shaking his head, Gu Chen turned to his pen and wrote it down in the notebook again.

"Is it because of the opportunity to perform this time?" Gu Chen asked.

"That's right." Zhang Wen is now like a terminally ill patient, with a listless look: "This is the opportunity I have worked so hard to get, and I have worked hard for three months. The day before John Lauer's upcoming recital at the Jiangnan Grand Theater, I knew this opportunity was mine. I would be sharing the stage with John Lauer, one of the greatest violin players in the world. My parents would be there for me. I'm proud."

"But it's him, Zhao Mingming, who is inferior to others and resorts to tricks. He knows that my family has been burdened with debts for the past six months. I can't even afford Teacher Wang's tuition fees. I can only pay him back by working as his assistant."

"But why? I'm miserable enough, why would he take away the opportunity that originally belonged to me?"

"I rented the best dress, ready to participate in the most glorious performance I have ever had that night, but in the morning, Teacher Wang told me that my ability is very outstanding, and there will be opportunities in the future, so let me give this opportunity to To Zhao Mingming."

Lu Weiwei pursed her lips and said, "This is indeed a bit disappointing."

"It's not only disappointment, but also despair." Zhang Wen's eyes suddenly became moist, and he looked at Gu Chen with red eyes and said, "He, Zhao Mingming, took away not only my one chance, but also very likely the whole of my future."

"I know that my family's business failed, and it may not be able to turn around in three or four years, or seven or eight years, and my only chance was lost by Zhao Mingming."

"I hated him before, but I didn't pay attention to him at all. After all, my technique is better than him, and I have an advantage in piano, but now he even wants to grab this. He is pushing me to a corner."

"If I can cooperate well with John Lauer this time, maybe I can get his approval, and my career will skyrocket, and I can use my skills to tour with the greatest musicians in the world."

"I need money, I need it too much. I used to live a carefree life. When I was very young, I could live in a big villa envied by other people's children. But now I rent a small apartment with less than [-] square meters with my family. In the room, I use the public toilet, and I have to move once a month to avoid the entanglement of those creditors."

"So I've had enough, I want to break through, I have to be rich, I have to have enough opportunities, so that I can have a chance to turn around."

"But, you don't need to use such vicious methods to deal with Zhao Mingming, right? If the opportunity is gone, you can come again, if the person is gone, you will be gone." Gu Chen also couldn't understand the extremes of artists like Zhang Wen.

"Gu Chen, you don't know, once such an opportunity is missed, it may have to wait for the next time, maybe three years, maybe five years, maybe... maybe I have left this industry after five years, art needs money to support it Yes, you can’t generate electricity with love, and the opportunity is fleeting.”

Zhang Wen held his head in his hands, shrank on the seat alone, and then no matter how Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei asked questions, Zhang Wen stopped answering.

Everyone knows that Zhang Wen has already explained what he should say.

Originally, he wanted to use revenge to let Zhao Mingming learn the lesson he deserved.

However, Zhang Wen's method that he thought was secret was discovered by the police the next day.

After Gu Chen finished writing the final record, he walked up to Zhang Wen, handed over the pen and paper, and said, "After confirming that it is correct, you can sign it."

Zhang Wen raised his head slightly, and asked weakly: "Is there no chance for me to stand up?"

Gu Chen nodded.

"Is that going to be a prison sentence?" Zhang Wen asked again.

Gu Chen continued to nod.

"That is to say, my art career is over?" Zhang Wen was a little emotional and looked at Gu Chen with confused eyes.

"If you perform well, you may be able to come out sooner." Gu Chen paused, and then said: "We have a general understanding of your family's situation. Failure is not terrible, but the key is to be responsible. If you persecute others when the opportunity is gone, then What is the difference between you and this kind of person? Wouldn't you change your way?"

"I... I was wrong." Zhang Wen lowered his head, feeling hopeless.

Gu Chen regretted: "By the way, just before you came to the Grand Theater, Mr. John Lauer announced on the spot that he would set up a support fund in Jiangnan City to help those street people who are capable but do not have a platform." Artists, so that they can have a platform to show their abilities."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wen raised his head in disbelief, feeling that this was a bolt from the blue.

Gu Chen frowned, and said: "If you don't do these illegal activities, you may have a chance to get funding from Mr. John Lauer. With your ability and talent, you don't need to be confined to Wang Dewen's studio. Birds fly, there are plenty of stages."

"What you said is true? Mr. John Lauer really wants to set up such a support fund?"

"Can we still lie to you?" Lu Weiwei on the side couldn't stand it anymore: "If you wait a little longer, maybe the situation will be much better. The opportunity you mentioned is actually always by your side, but you give up on yourself. You choose to use revenge on others to achieve your own demands, don’t you know the truth of Skynet’s inexhaustibility? After all, you are also a highly educated person, right? Using this kind of cleverness on harming others is really blinding you all in vain ability."

What Lu Weiwei said was more than enough, apart from criticism, there was also regret.

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(End of this chapter)