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

The office fell into silence, with only the ticking of the wall clock. Song Jun suddenly slumped in his chair, covering his face with his hands, tears seeping out from between his fingers: "I admit that I did look for him." His voice was tearful, "Last month he suddenly said that he had some evidence and was going to report me."

“Report what?”

Song Jun's shoulders trembled violently. "Sea sand. I used sea sand to replace river sand." He raised his head, his eyes full of despair. "I begged him not to do it. Those material suppliers threatened me that if this source of income was cut off, my whole family would be killed." He choked and couldn't continue. "I just wanted to have a good talk with him that day. I really didn't want to kill him!"

The incandescent light bulbs in the interrogation room emitted a subtle sound of electricity. Song Jun curled up in an iron chair, the handcuffs on his wrists gently colliding with his trembling. His suit was wrinkled and stuck to his body, and his tie hung crookedly around his neck.

Lu Chuan observed through the one-way mirror for ten minutes before he pushed open the door and walked in slowly. The sound of the metal door closing startled Song Jun.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" Lu Chuan put a pile of documents on the table. On top was a reconstruction of Zhang Baode's face. "At 2022:11 pm on November 15, , you asked the driver Chen Qiang to meet Zhang Baode at the Chengxi Warehouse. Tell me, what happened afterwards?"

Song Jun's Adam's apple rolled violently, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. "I just wanted to talk to him, I really didn't want to kill him." He suddenly grabbed the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white, "He threatened me first! He said he had evidence of replacing sea sand with river sand, and if he reported it, my entire property would be destroyed!"

Wang Shuai pushed the ketamine test report in the evidence bag over to him: "0.8mg/L of ketamine was detected in the body of the deceased. This dose is enough to make a person instantly comatose. Where did you get this controlled drug?"

This question made Song Jun completely collapse. He collapsed on the back of the chair, tears and snot flowing down his face. "I found someone on the black market, and they said that this medicine works quickly and leaves no trace. As soon as Zhang Baode entered the warehouse that night, I handed him the wine mixed with the medicine. He drank two sips and fell to the ground."

Lu Chuan opened the autopsy report and said, "The greater horn of the hyoid bone of the deceased was fractured, and hemp rope fibers were found in the trachea. How do you explain this?"

"I panicked! Really panicked!" Song Jun suddenly started to speak incoherently, "He was still talking about making the evidence public when he fell to the ground. I was afraid that he was pretending to be unconscious, so I grabbed the hemp rope and I swear I only strangled him for a dozen seconds! Really only a dozen seconds!" His voice became louder and louder, "But his hands and feet suddenly began to twitch, and white foam came out of his mouth. When I let go of his hand, he was already..."

Wang Shuai pulled up a 3D reconstruction of the warehouse: "Based on the angle of the blood splatter at the scene, the first crime scene was not a dry well. After you killed someone in the warehouse, how did you deal with the body?"

Song Jun's body trembled violently, as if he had returned to that horrific night. "I wrapped him up in a waterproof sheet and stuffed him into the trunk of the SUV. Chen Qiang kept urging me to turn myself in. I hit him on the head with a wrench. His face was covered in blood, but he still said he would call the police. Later, I tied him up and forced him to dispose of the body with me."

“Why did you choose that dry well?”

"That's the place I used to go when I was a kid!" Song Jun suddenly laughed, his laughter was full of madness, "Everyone in the demolition area knows that the well has been abandoned for 37 years. Who would have thought that there was a body hidden underneath? We used the construction site's crane to lower the body down, and I even threw half a bag of cement into the well to destroy the evidence." Lu Chuan threw a copy of Zhang Baode's account book on the table: "This records the transaction between you and the material supplier. The price difference of exchanging sea sand for river sand is . You knew that sea sand would corrode concrete, so why did you do it?"

"Because I have no choice!" Song Jun suddenly stood up and was dragged back to his seat by handcuffs. "Party A is too hard on the price. I can't make any money with normal materials! Those material suppliers said that sea sand can pass the inspection after being processed, and they can handle the test report. I thought I would just do it this once, but who knew that lunatic Zhang Baode would have to make things difficult for me!"

The interrogation lasted until three in the morning, and Song Jun's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. When he described in detail the action of strangling the neck with a hemp rope, Wang Shuai noticed that his right hand unconsciously made a pulling gesture - which was exactly consistent with the direction of the rope groove in the autopsy report. And the location of the ketamine injection he explained also matched the needle hole behind the right ear of the deceased.

"Where is Chen Qiang now?" Lu Chuan's question shocked Song Jun.

"I have locked him in an abandoned factory in the suburbs for three days." Song Jun suddenly coughed violently, "Please save him, I don't want to kill him, I really don't want to..."

When the SWAT team found Chen Qiang in the iron factory, he was leaning against the wall weakly, with the marks on his wrists and ankles festering. At this time, Song Jun was curled up in the corner of the interrogation room, mumbling to Zhang Baode's photo: "I'm sorry, I really don't want to be like this. I just want to make money and let my wife and children live a good life."

As the morning light pierced through the clouds, Lu Chuan stood at the door of the interrogation room, watching Song Jun being escorted into the police car. This once well-dressed contractor now had messy hair and vomit-stained suit, no longer his former demeanor.

On the third day of Song Jun's arrest, seven police cars with flashing lights slowly drove into the demolition area in the west of the city. Song Jun sat in the back seat of the escort car in handcuffs, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, soaking his hair into clumps. He looked at the familiar street through the car window, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and suddenly heaved violently, but couldn't vomit anything.

The cordon was quickly set up outside the abandoned warehouse. Lu Chuan stood in front of the rusty iron gate and turned to look at Song Jun who was being helped out of the car by the police: "From now on, starting from the moment you invite Zhang Baode here, explain every step in detail."

Song Jun stumbled into the warehouse, the broken glass under his feet glowing coldly under the police flashlight. His eyes fell on the mottled cement floor in the corner, and suddenly his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground: "Right, right here. I called him and lied to him that there was an important material procurement contract to sign, and he...he usually pays the most attention to this kind of thing, and he rushed here without even having dinner."

Wang Shuai held up the reconstruction of the scene and asked: "Which door did Zhang Baode come in from?"

Song Jun pointed to the rolling door on the east side with trembling hands: "I deliberately left a crack in that door. When he came in, he smiled and asked me why I was looking for him so urgently. At that time, I was holding the bottle of white wine mixed with ketamine in my hand, and the wine shaking in the bottle made me panic." He closed his eyes, and his Adam's apple slid with difficulty. "I told him that this was a good wine I had just got, and pulled him to sit down at the broken wooden table over there. He picked up the wine glass and smelled it, and said that the aroma of this wine was not right. I was afraid of being discovered, so I snatched the glass and poured it into his mouth." (End of this chapter)