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

Lu Chuan played the recording of Song Fangfang's confession, and a woman's sharp scream suddenly rang out in the interrogation room: "He has been with that bitch for three years! I will let everyone see her end." Chen Hao's body froze instantly, the blood on his face faded completely, and his lips trembled as he repeated: "It's impossible that Fangfang wouldn't do that. She was knitting a scarf for me last week."

Zhang Hui pulled up the surveillance video of the tattoo parlor on October 10. In the video, Chen Hao sat alone in the dim shop, frequently sending messages to his phone, with two cups of cold milk tea on the table. "The surveillance shows that you waited from 14 pm to 8 am that night." Zhang Hui's voice was rarely sympathetic. "The person you were waiting for was Wang Yaoyao?"

"She said she would come after get off work." Chen Hao's eyes were fixed on his desperate figure on the screen. "The last message was 'coming soon', but I didn't see her until closing time." He suddenly collapsed and banged his forehead against the table, again and again. "I thought she regretted it and thought she disliked me for being poor."

Lu Chuan pushed Song Fangfang's receipt for buying chloroform over to him. Chen Hao looked at his wife's signature and suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was filled with tears, making the glass in the interrogation room buzz. "So it turned out that she really asked me for the address of the sculpture shop that day and said she wanted to give me a surprise." His laughter turned into a wail, "The surprise she gave me was to make a sculpture of the person I love the most!"

When the evidence department's test report confirmed that the bloodstains in the sculpture belonged to Wang Yaoyao, Chen Hao was terribly quiet. He stared at the cracks on the ceiling and whispered softly, "Yaoyao is most afraid of the dark. She must be so scared in that small space." He suddenly rushed towards Lu Chuan, but was held down by the police. "Let me see Fangfang. I want to ask her why."

When the iron door of the interrogation room closed, Chen Hao's roar penetrated the heavy door: "I would rather be treated as a murderer by you! At least this way, Yaoyao won't have to lie alone in such a cold place." The light in the corridor stretched his shadow very long, just like the lone wolf who lost its partner in his tattoo.

On the other hand, Song Fangfang's interrogation entered a critical stage.

Song Fangfang sat on the iron interrogation chair. The fluorescent tubes in the interrogation room made a subtle sound of electricity. Her eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were fixed on the cracks on the wall. Her nails dug deep into her palms. The cuffs of her white windbreaker were still stained with plaster powder from the sculpture shop, which glowed strangely under the cold white light.

"Ms. Song, why did you appear in the Jingxin Sculpture Studio at 10:14 pm on October 10?" Zhang Hui pushed the surveillance screenshot in front of her. The figure holding a black umbrella in the picture was exactly the same as her own.

Song Fangfang's Adam's apple moved, and her voice sounded like sandpaper grinding glass: "I told you to go get the repaired ornaments."

"Really?" Wang Shuai suddenly pulled up the sculpture shop's account book, and spread out the yellowed pages on the table. "The expedited order says 'Repair of the base of the goddess statue', but you don't have any sculptures at home. What's more interesting is," he enlarged the photo of the bloodstain on the inside of the base, "the fluorescent reaction at this location is preliminarily matched with Wang Yaoyao's blood type."

The woman's shoulders trembled violently, but she still forced a sneer: "What does this prove? Sculpture shops deal with so many materials every day."

"Will the contact materials come into contact with chloroform?" Zhang Hui suddenly interrupted her and slammed the evidence bag on the table. The small bottle of anesthetic in the transparent plastic bag reflected a cold light under the light. "We found it in the secret compartment of your dressing table. Wang Yaoyao's saliva was detected at the mouth of the bottle." Song Fangfang's face turned pale in an instant, and the carefully applied lipstick spread on her trembling lips. She turned her head away, but when she saw the bank transfer record that Lu Chuan took out, her whole body twitched violently - on the 50 remittance slip, her signature was like a poisonous snake entwined in the payee column.

"Three months ago, you ordered the hollow sculpture base in the name of Chen Hao." Lu Chuan's voice was terribly calm. "On the night of October 10, you first used anesthetics to knock Wang Yaoyao unconscious, and then stuffed her into the base. Why did your dashcam happen to malfunction on the two-kilometer road from the sculpture shop to Beishan Park?"

"It's Chen Hao!" Song Fangfang suddenly screamed, the metal chair legs scratching the ground. "He has been with that bitch for three years! I saw them on the hotel surveillance with my own eyes." Her nails scratched her neck, leaving bright red blood marks on her skin. "I just wanted to scare her and make her leave Haizhou!"

Zhang Hui handed her a glass of water, but she knocked it over with a wave of her arm: "That night, Yaoyao said she wanted to elope with Chen Hao." Song Fangfang suddenly became quiet, her voice so low that it sounded like a whisper, "She was wearing a newly bought white dress, like a bride. I asked her to meet at the sculpture shop, saying that I wanted to show her Brother Hao's 'surprise'"

She began to laugh crazily, with a sobbing tone in her laughter: "When the chloroform covered her mouth and nose, her eyes were so wide, I just wanted her to faint." The woman suddenly threw herself on the table, and her forehead hit the metal lamp heavily, "But she struggled too hard, and I got nervous... so..."

Wang Shuai held her shaking shoulders and said, "So you stuffed the body into the base of the sculpture and deliberately created the illusion of dumping the body in the park?"

"Brother Hao always said that Yaoyao liked art," Song Fangfang stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, "I want everyone to see that her fate is like those abandoned sculptures." She suddenly grabbed Zhang Hui's wrist, her nails almost digging into the flesh, "Officer, Brother Hao really doesn't know! He thought Yaoyao abandoned him, and he has been looking through her things every day for the past half month."

The door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open, and the scene of Chen Hao being led through the corridor by the police flashed by. Song Fangfang's pupils suddenly contracted, and she suddenly began to bite her wrist: "Don't let him know! Please don't let him know!" Blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, blooming red plums on her snow-white windbreaker.

Lu Chuan retrieved Song Fangfang's cell phone data, and 17 anonymous call records popped up on the screen: "These calls were made to the people who helped you move the sculpture, right?" When the call recording restored by the technical department sounded in the room, Song Fangfang finally broke down completely - in the recording, she used a voice changer to direct her accomplices: "Remember, put the base under the third pillar of the sculpture, and make sure the people doing morning exercises find it first."

When the morning light pierced the blinds of the interrogation room, Song Fangfang had already calmed down. She stared at her bloodstained hands, and her voice was so soft that it seemed like she was talking to the air: "Brother Hao said that Yaoyao's eyes are like stars. I just want the stars to go out so that he can only look at me." She was taken out of the interrogation room with the sound of metal handcuffs colliding.

The investigation of the case was basically over at this point, but in addition to the interrogation, the police also had to obtain the chain of evidence of the entire crime process. Early the next morning, Wang Shuai and Zhang Hui went to different scenes to collect physical evidence of all aspects of Song Fangfang's crime process. (End of this chapter)