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

Below the bedroom window was a small river, about 5 meters above the ground. If Wang Hu jumped, he would likely be injured, but he might also be able to escape. Wang Shuai slowly approached and said calmly, "Wang Hu, you can't escape. We've already surrounded you. If you lay down your weapons and surrender now, you might get lenient treatment. Think of your family. Do you want to continue down this wrong path?"

Wang Hu's body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with fear and despair. He looked out the window, then at the fruit knife in his hand, and hesitated for a moment. Just then, the sound of a child crying came from downstairs. Wang Shuai seized the opportunity to say, "Your nephew is still downstairs. You don't want him to see you like this, do you? You killed someone for a little money to repair a car. You've committed an unforgivable crime. Surrendering is your only way out now."

Tears streamed down Wang Hu's face as the fruit knife slowly slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. He crouched down, clutching his head, and cried out in anguish, "I was wrong... I shouldn't have killed him..."

The team members quickly stepped forward, subdued Wang Hu, and handcuffed him. Wang Shuai, seeing Wang Hu under control, breathed a sigh of relief: "Take him away!"

After going downstairs, Wang Shuai arranged for his team members to escort Wang Hu into the police car. At the same time, he comforted Wang Lan and the child: "Wang Lan, you have violated the law by protecting Wang Hu. However, considering that you actively cooperated with us to find Wang Hu and that you have a child to take care of, we will explain the situation to the procuratorate and try to get you a lighter sentence. We hope that you can learn from this and not make similar mistakes again."

Wang Lan nodded, tears streaming down her face: "I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again..."

At 4:7 p.m., the arrest team escorted Wang Hu away from Wangjia Village. In the police car, Wang Hu kept his head down and remained silent. Wang Shuai watched the village recede into the distance outside the window, knowing in his heart that this seven-day manhunt was finally over, and Zhang Hao's spirit could finally rest in peace.

Back at the Criminal Investigation Detachment, Wang Shuai handed Wang Hu over to the interrogation team and then reported the arrest to Lu Chuan: "Team Leader Lu, Wang Hu has been successfully arrested. There were no casualties at the scene. Wang Lan has been taken back to assist in the investigation for harboring a criminal. The child has been handed over to her husband's relatives for care."

Lu Chuan nodded and said with satisfaction, "Good! You've worked hard. Now it's up to the interrogation team. We must make sure Wang Hu confesses to the crime truthfully, complete the chain of evidence, and give Zhang Hao's family an explanation."

The lights in the criminal investigation branch's interrogation room were blindingly bright. Wang Hu sat in a metal interrogation chair, his hands firmly handcuffed to the armrests. He wore a wrinkled black coat, his hair was disheveled, and his face was smeared with dirt. His eyes were filled with exhaustion and panic, yet he still tried to use silence to mask his inner fear. Wang Shuai sat opposite him at the interrogation table, a thick stack of case files spread out in front of him. The crime scene photos, DNA reports, and vehicle tracking records—each piece of evidence was like a sharp knife, waiting to dissect Wang Hu's hidden crimes.

"Name, age, occupation." Wang Shuai's calm yet authoritative voice broke the silence of the interrogation room. Wang Hu's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze darting away, avoiding Wang Shuai's eyes. His voice was hoarse and almost inaudible: "Wang Hu, 42 years old, construction contractor." His fingers unconsciously rubbed against the armrest, his knuckles turning white from the pressure, clearly not ready to confess. "Where were you last Wednesday night? What did you do?" Wang Shuai went straight to the point, his gaze fixed on Wang Hu's face. Wang Hu's body stiffened visibly for a moment, then regained his composure, even managing a forced, cold smile: "I... I was sleeping at home, what could I have done? What right do you have to arrest me? I haven't broken the law!" He deliberately raised his voice a few decibels, as if to bolster his courage, but his eyes remained fixed on the corner of the interrogation room, avoiding Wang Shuai's gaze.

Instead of exposing his lies, Wang Shuai took out the first piece of evidence from the case file—a surveillance screenshot of the white van—and pushed it in front of Wang Hu: "Last Wednesday at 8:15 PM, you drove this white van with a broken left headlight to the entrance of Zhang Hao's auto repair shop; at 9:30 PM, your car appeared at the intersection near the garbage dump; at 10:05 PM, your car headed towards your sister Wang Lan's house. How do you explain these three surveillance footage segments?"

Wang Hu's body trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current. His face paled instantly, his previous arrogance vanished without a trace, and his voice began to tremble: "I... I just went to talk to Zhang Hao about something, and went home afterward. I didn't go to any garbage dump!" This explanation, full of loopholes, even he himself felt weak and powerless. After speaking, he lowered his head, his fingers tightly gripping the hem of his coat, his knuckles turning white.

"Discuss business? What business do you need to discuss that requires going to him at 8 PM, and even taking a detour through the garbage dump?" Wang Shuai produced a second piece of evidence: Zhang Hao's car repair ledger. "The ledger records that you owe Zhang Hao a total of 4800 yuan in car repair fees. Last Wednesday afternoon, you had your car repaired there again, owing him 1200 yuan. He repeatedly urged you to pay, but you refused, citing 'no money,' and even threatened to shut down his shop if he kept pressing you for payment. Your so-called 'discussing business' is just about this car repair fee, isn't it?"

Wang Hu's shoulders slumped slightly, and his head drooped even lower: "It was...it was about the repair costs, but I was just asking him if we could postpone it for a few days. I didn't mean anything else, and he agreed. How could I possibly harm him..." His voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up unexpectedly, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the interrogation record, yet he still refused to admit his crime.

Wang Shuai presented a third piece of evidence: a DNA report from cigarette butts found at the scene. "The 'Hongtashan' cigarette butts found at the garbage dump matched your DNA perfectly with the saliva on the filter; fragments of male skin tissue extracted from Zhang Hao's fingernails also matched your DNA; and the white van in your sister's yard had traces of Zhang Hao's blood in the cargo bed, and the soil on the floor mats was identical to the black soil from the garbage dump. Do you still want to deny this evidence?"

When Wang Hu saw the words "99.99% match" on the DNA report, his psychological defenses completely collapsed. He could no longer hold back, covering his face with his hands, suppressed sobs escaping through his fingers, his shoulders trembling violently. "I was wrong... I shouldn't have killed him..." His voice was broken and filled with remorse, "I had no choice, I really didn't have the money to pay him back, and he was pressuring me, so I made a mistake..."

Wang Shuai softened his tone: "Explain the whole story clearly. This is your only chance to get leniency."

Wang Hu lowered his hands, his face streaked with tears, his eyes filled with despair. He took a deep breath and began to confess, albeit haltingly. (End of Chapter)