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

"Where's the blood? Why is there Chen Yongqiang's blood in Xiaomi's house?"

"I did it on purpose. After I killed Chen Yongqiang, I was afraid that the truth would be exposed, so I used some of his snow to go to the scene. This way, I could affect your vision."

"The details of money laundering, and who are your clients?" Chen Yonggang wiped his face, his eyes full of despair: "All the account books are in the secret compartment of the warehouse. The customers are contacted through middlemen. I only know the code name."

The interrogation continued until dawn, and as Chen Yonggang confessed, a money laundering network involving huge capital flows gradually became clear. And Li Xiaomin, a young music student, used her life to find the key clues for her father's case, but she also paid a painful price for it.

The expected results were achieved on the day of the interrogation, and the suspect returned to the Criminal Investigation Division the next day.

In the next two days, the Criminal Investigation Brigade sorted out the relevant case materials and basically closed the case. In addition, Lu Chuan also reported to his superiors and went to the branch and municipal bureaus. The situation of the whole case has now been settled, but the case has not been completely concluded because it still involves some crimes of money laundering by the Chen Yonggang brothers.

Of course, these specific criminal acts are no longer under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Investigation Branch, but must be transferred to the Economic Investigation Branch. Of course, even if the Economic Investigation Branch solves the case later, the relevant credit will certainly not be lost on the Criminal Investigation Branch. However, before handing over all the people and related criminal information to the Economic Investigation Branch, the Criminal Investigation Branch must first close the case.

In Chen Yonggang's case, having killed two people, there is basically no possibility for him to survive, so he will definitely be sentenced to death. However, before that, other economic investigation departments need to investigate some money laundering cases, and they need his cooperation.

This can be considered as making meritorious service while serving one's sentence. Of course, making meritorious service while serving one's sentence cannot exempt him from the death penalty, but on the one hand, he can live longer before the execution. If the case is not solved, he will definitely not have to die. On the other hand, when the death penalty is executed, he can also see his family more often. These are some of the benefits of making meritorious service.

Three days after the arrest of Chen Yonggang, they began to find out who was at the scene.

The gloomy sky was very low, as if it was also mourning for the belated truth. Lu Chuan stood beside the police car and watched Chen Yonggang, who was handcuffed and shackled, being escorted out of the car. This once arrogant criminal now had a pale face and a distracted look. Under the escort of two special police officers, he staggered towards the community where Li Xiaomin lived before her death.

"After you go in, tell every detail truthfully." Zhang Hui warned in a low voice in Chen Yonggang's ear. Chen Yonggang nodded mechanically, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty. The iron gate of the community slowly opened. The familiar environment made Chen Yonggang's body tremble suddenly. He seemed to want to turn around and escape, but was firmly controlled by the special police. When he came to the door of Li Xiaomin's house, Chen Yonggang stared at the mottled houseplate, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. "Open it with the key." Lu Chuan handed over the key he had searched from him. Chen Yonggang's hands kept shaking, and it took him three tries to insert the key into the keyhole. "This is how I opened the door at eleven o'clock in the evening on the 16th." His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

The moment he pushed open the door, a dusty smell hit him. The furnishings in the room were still the same as when the crime happened, but covered with a thick layer of dust. Chen Yonggang stood at the entrance, looking around the living room with empty eyes: "She was in the bedroom at the time. I walked over quietly. The door was not locked." He involuntarily stepped towards the bedroom, and every step seemed to be stepping on his conscience.

"Turn on the light!" Following Lu Chuan's order, the room instantly became as bright as day. Chen Yonggang subconsciously closed his eyes, as if the strong light stung his soul. "I hit her with an electric shock gun, and she fell on the bed without even a chance to resist." He walked to the bed and pointed to the faint marks on the floor, "Here, she kicked over the bedside table while struggling, and the photo frame broke."

Wang Shuai squatted down and picked up the broken pieces of the photo frame on the ground. The happy smiles of Li Xiaomin and her parents in the photo formed a sharp contrast with the murderer in front of him. "Then what?" Zhang Hui asked. Chen Yonggang swallowed and continued, "I used the strings of her violin." At this point, he suddenly coughed violently, and his face flushed with a sickly red.

After leaving Li Xiaomin's home, the convoy drove to Chen Yonggang's rental house. The shabby corridor was filled with a musty smell. Chen Yonggang stopped in front of his door and was reluctant to go in for a long time. "Go in!" The special police pushed him hard. Everything in the room remained in the chaos at the time of the crime. The broken glass on the coffee table was still there, and the cracks on the wall seemed like wounds that could never heal.

Chen Yonggang's fingers stroked the raised wood grain of the sofa armrest, and his Adam's apple rolled violently under his pale skin. His voice was like a broken bellows squeezed out from deep in his chest: "At 3:17 in the morning that day, Yongqiang sat on this sofa, and there were 17 cigarette butts in the ashtray - he always used his left index finger to knock on the glass when counting cigarette butts." He suddenly imitated that action, and the metal handcuffs made a crisp sound, startling the sparrows on the wires outside the window.

Wang Shuai held up the on-site investigation photos for comparison. The dent on the wall matched the curvature of the ashtray's edge perfectly. Chen Yonggang dug his nails deep into his palm: "When he picked up the ashtray and threw it at me, I smelled a strong smell of alcohol on him. The glass flew past my right ear, and the broken pieces splashed on my face, which was burning and painful." He turned his face to the side, and a faint pink scar was faintly visible under his right earlobe, which glowed strangely in the autumn sun.

Yang Sen squatted down and found tiny blue fibers in the cracks of the floor. "This is the insulating material that was burned when the stun gun discharged." He held up the evidence bag, and Chen Yonggang's shoulders suddenly shook violently. "When he fell, the back of his head hit the corner of the coffee table." Chen Yonggang's eyes were fixed on the depression on the edge of the coffee table. "I heard the sound of bones cracking, like stepping on thin ice in winter."

The moment the closet door was pushed open, a smell of mothballs and rust hit me. Chen Yonggang's fingers slid across the clothes rail and stopped at the third horizontal bar: "The strings are hidden in this iron box. I used sandpaper to sharpen the pegs." He suddenly stretched out his hand to pull, his wrist drawing a desperate arc in the air, "When I strangled his neck, his nails dug into the back of my hand, and there are still scars." He turned his palm over, and the three parallel scars at the base of his thumb were shocking.

Zhang Hui noticed the dark red stains on the bottom of the closet. The moment the luminol reagent was sprayed on it, the entire closet glowed with a faint blue fluorescence. "He struggled for more than four minutes. (End of this chapter)