Attending ex-girlfriend's wedding, arresting the groom's officer on the spot

Zhou Qiang leaned back in his chair, stared at the surveillance camera on the ceiling, and began to tell the story. "Li Jianfeng worked with me for half a year, responsible for distributing methamphetamine. This guy is smart and quickly figured out the supply channels and buyers. About a month ago, something started to go wrong with him, and the delivery volume was getting smaller and smaller. I asked someone to check, and found out that he actually contacted the supplier himself and wanted to get rid of me and go it alone!"

"So you decided to kill him?" Lu Chuan asked.

"Why not kill him and keep him alive for the New Year?" Zhou Qiang sneered, "On March 3, I asked him to meet at the rental house, saying that a batch of 'good stuff' had arrived and asked him to come and inspect it. I rented that place before, but I gave it up a long time ago, but I still have the key, and I occasionally use it to hide the stuff."

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"He came at 24pm on the th. I poured him a cup of Coke mixed with sleeping pills, and he started to feel sleepy after drinking it for a while. I asked him if he wanted to work alone. He was stubborn at first, but when he realized he couldn't hide it anymore, he actually told me the truth!" Zhou Qiang's eyes suddenly became fierce, "He said, 'Brother Qiang, you are old, it's time to give up your position.' I got angry at the time and picked up the fruit knife on the table."

"Stop." Lu Chuan interrupted him, "Why didn't you deal with the body after killing someone, but left it at the scene?"

Zhou Qiang sighed and scratched his bald head. "I originally wanted to throw the body into the sea, but I was too excited when I did it and made a lot of noise. I was afraid of being discovered, so I had to leave in a hurry. Later I thought, anyway, no one lives in that house, and the body will not be discovered for a while."

"What's in the black password box that Liu Jun sent?" Zhang Hui opened his notebook.

"It was the remaining goods and the account book kept by Li Jianfeng. I was afraid that the police would find those things, so I asked Brother Dao (Tang Jian) ​​to ask Liu Jun to help move them. I gave Liu Jun 5,000 yuan and threatened him not to tell anyone." Zhou Qiang shook his head, "I didn't expect this kid to be so cowardly. He told everything as soon as he was caught."

Lu Chuan took out the photos of the scene and asked: "Did you also inflict the old injuries on Li Jianfeng's body?"

"That's right. The first time was when he just started to sell my goods secretly, and I found out and beat him up. The second time was half a month ago, when he said he wanted to quit, but I refused, so I beat him up again." Zhou Qiang said nonchalantly, "I just wanted him to know that if he dares to betray me, he will end up in trouble."

"What's with the cinnabar in my stomach?"

"Oh, that," Zhou Qiang smiled, "The new goods were mixed with cinnabar to increase the weight. I was afraid something might go wrong, so I asked him to try it first. Every time before taking the goods, he would try to inhale a little, and only sell it if there was no problem."

"So his drug addiction is also caused by you?" Zhang Hui's tone was filled with anger.

"Can you blame me for this? He has a weak will, who can he blame?" Zhou Qiang curled his lips.

The interrogation lasted until 3 a.m. Zhou Qiang explained in detail the entire process from planning the murder to arranging the aftermath, including how to contact Tang Jian to transfer evidence and how to threaten Liu Jun to keep silent. When asked if there were other accomplices, he shook his head: "It's just us. Others don't know about this."

"Zhou Qiang," Lu Chuan closed his notebook, "You are suspected of intentional homicide and drug trafficking. You will be severely punished by law."

Zhou Qiang raised his head, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his arrogance: "I knew this day would come. But I've been in this business for so many years, it's worth it." When the interrogation ended and Zhou Qiang was taken away, the sky was already turning pale.

Although the case has been solved, there is still a lot of follow-up work to be done. After a night of continuous interrogation, the basic situation of Zhou Qiang has been clarified, and there is basically no problem with the motive for the murder. All the police officers in charge of the case also breathed a sigh of relief, and many of them took a break that day.

Some clerks are responsible for organizing the relevant information, and another important task is to identify the scene.

Three days later, in the morning, a new cordon was erected outside the self-built house at No. 17 Binhai Lane, Haizhou City. The humid sea breeze swept across the cordon with a salty smell. Lu Chuan, the criminal investigation team, forensic doctor Zhang Kai and several technicians were already in place. Zhou Qiang, wearing handcuffs and shackles, stood outside the cordon with a gloomy face under the escort of two armed special police officers. His eyes swept across the mottled iron gate, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

"Let's get started." Lu Chuan gestured to the escorting police officers. At the police officer's urging, Zhou Qiang slowly crossed the cordon. When he pushed open the iron door, the door hinge made a harsh creaking sound, as if telling of the bloody day. The furnishings in the house still remained the same as when the crime happened, and the white corpse-shaped marks and dried blood on the ground were clearly visible.

Zhou Qiang stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the corpse-shaped mark on the ground, and was silent for a long time. Zhang Kai raised his camera and began to record the identification process, while the technicians set up the camera to shoot in all directions. "First, tell me how you tricked Li Jianfeng here." Lu Chuan's voice echoed in the silent house.

Zhou Qiang swallowed and said, "I called him three days in advance and told him that there was a new batch of goods and asked him to come and inspect them. I rented this place before, and the keys were still in my hands after I moved out. I told him that it was safe here and that the police wouldn't target us." He raised his head and pointed to the old sofa in the corner. "He arrived at 24pm on the th and sat there."

Zhang Hui quickly wrote down the details in his notebook. Lu Chuan asked, "And then?"

"I poured him a cup of Coke mixed with sleeping pills." Zhou Qiang pointed in the direction of the kitchen. "The drugs were bought on the black market and took effect quickly. Not long after he drank it, he began to feel sleepy." He gestured at the time, "I asked him if he had found a new employer behind my back. He denied it at first, but later he knew he couldn't hide it anymore, so he told me the truth."

"What did you say specifically?" Lu Chuan interrupted him.

"He said, 'Brother Qiang, you're old, it's time to give up your position.'" Zhou Qiang's voice suddenly rose, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes. "I got angry at the time, picked up the fruit knife on the table, and stabbed him directly!" He took a step forward and made a stabbing motion, and the shackles dragged on the ground with a harsh sound.

Zhang Kai immediately stepped forward and pointed at the blood on the ground: "The wound is between the fourth ribs on the left chest. From which angle did you stab it?"

Zhou Qiang walked to the corpse-shaped mark, stood sideways, and clenched his right fist to simulate the posture of holding a knife: "From here," he pushed his fist forward fiercely, "blade facing up, stab it with all your strength! He fell down immediately, and blood kept oozing out." His voice gradually became lower, as if he had returned to that bloody night.

Lu Chuan pointed to the broken ashtray on the right hand side of the deceased: "What's going on with this?"

"He knocked me down when he was resisting." Zhou Qiang bent down and picked up the broken pieces on the ground. "He wanted to hit me with the ashtray, but the drugs took effect and he had no strength, so he missed the target." He put the broken pieces back in place. "Then I stabbed him again and stopped only after I was sure he was dead." (End of this chapter)