Department of Psychology Forensic

Chapter 18 Zhou Zheng, you already knew that, right?
The monitoring room next to the interrogation room.

When Zhou Zheng and the others arrived here, the surveillance video equipment had already been turned on, and one could see a muscular man sitting on a seat in shackles from the screen.

The man was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, with his head drooping and looking frustrated.

From the perspective of physical appearance, it is very similar to the picture in the surveillance video.

Xia Yan stood directly in front of the big screen in the monitoring room, with a solemn expression, just staring at Song Bo in the screen without saying a word.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Unknowingly, another 10 minutes passed, and the only people waiting in the monitoring room were Zhou Zheng, Cui Jun, and Li Yanyan, except for the people from the criminal police team, so no one was in a hurry.

"Squeak!"

The door of the monitoring room opened, and Zhao Lei hurried over with a document, and said, "The fingerprint comparison results are out, and the fingerprints on Zhao Zhiyong's doorbell and baseball bat belong to Song Bo!"

"This is what I was waiting for!" Xia Yan's eyes lit up, he took the document and walked out of the surveillance room towards the interrogation room.

All of a sudden, the people in the monitoring room were staring at the screen, and their moods became tense.

"Zhou Zheng, why don't you tell me?" Li Yanyan asked in a low voice, blinking her curious eyes.

"Now is not the time. Song Bo is the one who surrendered himself, so let's listen to what he said first. Before making inferences, you must first sort out the information. Maybe Song Bo will explain some things that are unclear." Cui Jun answered Li Yanyan's words.

"Well, that's how it is." Zhou Zheng nodded, now he has no way to stop Xia Yan from interrogating a criminal suspect who turned himself in. He has to wait for Song Bo to explain what he has to explain.

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trial room.

Xia Yan walked in with a criminal policeman who was in charge of recording the transcripts. After Song Bo surrendered himself and was brought here, he had been sitting here alone for more than half an hour, and the uneasiness in his heart reached an unbearable level.

"I am Xia Yan, the captain of the criminal police team of Jianghai City Bureau. This is my ID." Xia Yan directly took out his work ID card and placed it in front of Song Bo so that the latter could see it clearly. If you make an inquiry, you should answer our questions truthfully, and you must not lie, otherwise you will be held accountable, and the entire interrogation will be audio-video-recorded, of course, you have the right to refuse to answer, do you understand?"

"Understood, understood, Officer Xia, I surrendered myself, I confess, last night... night..." Song Bo's voice was still a little trembling, and when he said this, he seemed to be frightened.

"Don't be in a hurry, let's confirm some information first." Xia Yan could see that Song Bo's psychological defense had collapsed, and there was no difficulty in explaining the facts of the crime. Coupled with the plot of voluntary surrender, the difficulty of the interrogation was greatly reduced. What I have to do now is to appease Song Bo's emotions, and said: "Answer truthfully, do you understand!"

"Yeah, yum." Song Bo nodded again and again, as if he was relieved because he didn't need to say these things.

"What's your name?" Xia Yan asked.

"Ah?" Song Bo was stunned.

"Name?" Xia Yan's tone suddenly became severe.

"Song Bo."

"Gender?" Xia Yan continued to ask.

"..." The corner of Song Bo's mouth twitched slightly, his nervousness eased a lot, and he replied, "Male."

"Age?" Xia Yan glanced at the policeman next to him, who had already started taking notes.

"34."

"Tell the truth!" Xia Yan said loudly.

"I'm really 34 years old. I've handed over my ID card to you. If you don't believe me, go and have a look. Oh, I'm talking about one year old." Song Bo understood that he was shocked.

Xia Yan is the captain of the criminal police. He has rich interrogation experience and knows how to appease the other party before continuing to attack.

In the following time, Xia Yan asked Song Bo's address, place of origin, household registration, occupation, resume, family situation, etc. over and over again.

In this highly tense interrogation room, after answering these questions one after another, Song Bo obviously showed a sense of fatigue, which paved the way for the next topic.

"Tell me about the situation last night. You were not with your girlfriend, but in the Changhuwan Community. Am I right?" Xia Yan's topic changed, and it was no longer the kind of question asked by Song Bo. , but instead becomes a no answer.

In this way, the purpose of the interrogation can directly tell the other party in disguise that he has certain information, which can create a great sense of psychological oppression.

After all, the information of the two parties is not equal!

When Song Bo came here, he didn't know what the police knew. After Xia Yan revealed it, he felt a great sense of oppression in his heart, and subconsciously thought that the next answer could not lie, otherwise it would be easy will be exposed.

"Ah...yes..." Song Bo's face darkened, he understood his affairs, the police might have known about it, his energy and spirit were extremely sluggish, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"You are holding a baseball bat and waiting for Zhao Zhiyong in the underground parking lot of Changhuwan Community, right?" Xia Yan asked.

"Yes." Song Bo confessed.

"After Zhao Zhiyong got off the car, you followed him, but you were afraid of being caught by the surveillance camera in the elevator, so you went up the stairs of the fire escape to the 17th floor, right?" Xia Yan asked in a deep voice, even if It was Song Bo who showed a very cooperative look, but he was about to ask the key point. Before Song Bo confessed the murder, his hanging heart could not be settled.

"Hmm..." Song Bo didn't nod directly like the previous two times, but after a moment of silence, he said, "Almost."

"What do you mean almost?" Xia Yan was obviously dissatisfied with Song Bo's attitude, his tone became blunt, and he said, "Yes, yes, no, no, now it's time to record the interrogation, tell the truth."

"Yesterday I followed Zhao Zhiyong to the elevator entrance, and wanted to beat him up when he was unprepared, but I was not familiar with the terrain there. When I entered the elevator, I found that the elevator Zhao Zhiyong was riding on had already gone up. No, I don't have an elevator card, so I had to climb upstairs." Song Bo explained.

"After you reached the 17th floor, you rang the doorbell and killed Zhao Zhiyong who entered the door. Am I right?" Xia Yan said in a cold tone.

"No! No! That's not the case! I didn't kill anyone! I didn't kill Zhao Zhiyong! I was about to ring the doorbell at the door when I heard screams from inside, and then the sound of things being smashed. I was so scared that I didn't even dare I pressed the doorbell, and I put my ear to the door, and I heard someone inside repeating a sentence." Song Bo said with a look of lingering fear: "I will kill you... I will kill you... I will kill you..."

"You said you didn't kill the person?" Xia Yan frowned even tighter, his face became extremely ugly, and said, "Song Bo, please don't waste your surrender, now that you confess frankly, we can still fight for your leniency." Deal with it, but if you continue to lie to us, the final punishment will be very unfavorable to you!"

"I really didn't kill anyone!" The expression on Song Bo's face became more terrified. He was frightened by such a thing last night, and now he is going to be frightened by the criminal police again. Yes, I heard the movement inside as if it was real. I ran away in fear of being discovered by the murderer inside. I didn’t sleep well all night. When you came to ask me today, I knew that Zhao Zhiyong was really dead. The more I think about it, the more afraid I feel, I want to come here and confess this matter to you guys.”

"What do you want Zhao Zhiyong to do?" Xia Yan had a vague premonition, but he still asked according to the usual practice.

"I just wanted to beat him up and teach him a lesson, but I didn't intend to kill him, let alone think he was still dead..." Song Bo said dumbfounded.

"That's it?" The bad premonition in Xia Yan's heart became stronger.

"Well, that's it." Song Bo nodded.

"Then what is your purpose for doing this?" Xia Yan asked again, he already had Song Bo's collection information, and Song Bo could tell if he was lying if he said these words by himself.

"I owe a lot of foreign debts. During this period of time, in order to repay the debts, I can't make ends meet. Some time ago, Ma Yue came to me and told me that she has a girlfriend who is very rich, but her husband often spends a lot of time, and he can't bear it anymore. I hope that I can help beat her husband up and promise to pay me 5 yuan, which can not only repay the debt but also make life better, I gritted my teeth and agreed to this." Song Bo explained : "But, before I could make a move, Zhao Zhiyong died tragically at home."

"How do you know that Zhao Zhiyong died at home?" Xia Yan asked in a deep voice, he was keenly capturing the details, trying to find the loopholes in Song Bo's words.

"Because I was outside the door at that time, I heard the movement inside. At that time, I thought there was some contradiction inside. When you asked me, I learned that Zhao Zhiyong was dead. I'm in Changhuwan Community, so I knew the man in the house was the murderer without even thinking about it." Song Bo explained.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from Xia Yan's earphones, and the owner of the voice was Zhou Zheng.

"Captain Xia, come back, Song Bo is not the murderer, I will tell you the information we have obtained."

"Damn it!" Xia Yan clenched his fists tightly. He once felt that the case was about to be solved, but now such a change happened, which made him feel strongly unwilling, but he couldn't wrongfully be involved in the case. innocent.

Immediately, Xia Yan got up and stopped interrogating.

"Song Bo, you'd better tell the truth. If you think about it carefully, call me anytime you want to say something!"

Xia Yan left the interrogation room without saying a word, and quickly walked towards the monitoring room, the expression on his face became more and more ugly.

"Squeak-"

Accompanied by the sound of opening the door, Xia Yan walked into the monitoring room, and his eyes quickly focused on Zhou Zheng.

"Zhou Zheng, you already knew, didn't you?" Xia Yan obviously hadn't fully reacted yet, and there was still an interrogative tone in his words.

"En." Zhou Zheng nodded.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Xia Yan frowned.

"I really wanted to talk, but I couldn't. Every time I was about to speak, I was interrupted." Zhou Zheng spread his hands helplessly, and said, "I wanted to talk about the murderer's process at noon, but suddenly The surveillance video that appeared pointed to another path, which made me not very sure of my guess. I was already sure of my guess during the meeting just now, but Song Bo suddenly turned himself in. What can I do..."

"You have seen the situation just now, and I am also in a hurry to solve the case. Tell me quickly, what's going on?" Xia Yan quickly forced a smile on his face.

All of a sudden, everyone in the monitoring room looked at Zhou Zheng, even Qin Wangde was no exception.

Except for Cui Jun, everyone's eyes were full of curiosity, and they were all waiting for this magical newcomer to reveal the answer to the mystery.

"Song Bo is not a murderer at all!"

Zhou Zheng's tone was full of strong self-confidence, and his sharp eyes looked even brighter under the dim light of the monitoring room.

"Before the interrogation just now, I can only be sure that the person holding the baseball cap in the surveillance video is not the murderer. Now that it is proved that the person in the surveillance video is Song Bo, then Song Bo will not be the murderer. "

"Why?" Xia Yan asked.

"Because the murderer ambush Zhao Zhiyong's home in advance, instead of following Zhao Zhiyong home, or knocking on the door or breaking in." Zhou Zheng said firmly.

"Tell me your reasoning." Xia Yan rubbed his temples, he had to say that he drank too much yesterday, and now his brain is not spinning so fast, and he can't react.

"I asked Feng Yu, a colleague from the trace inspection department, to help me investigate. This is the investigation report issued by him." Zhou Zheng took out the copy in the folder and said, "There is no trace of prying on the door lock, and the living room lamp at the door is The switch is turned on, and Zhao Zhiyong’s fingerprints were detected on it, and the main power switch in the house is turned off. From the traces of dust on it, it can be judged that someone has moved recently, and there is also the staircase leading to the fire department. There is no blood, which means that the murderer came prepared!"

"Can these prove that Song Bo is not the murderer?" Xia Yan was confused.

"Captain Xia, let's take a look at the murderer's process first. Zhao Zhiyong returned home at nearly 11 o'clock in the evening, so what is the first thing he will do?" Zhou Zheng asked Xia Yan.

"After entering the house... I will turn on the light and change my shoes." Xia Yan's pupils suddenly constricted, and he vaguely thought of something.

"That's right, Zhao Zhiyong thought the same way. After he entered the house, he pressed the power switch and found that there was no electricity. Then he began to change his shoes, but he couldn't find his own slippers. So in such a dark time, he wanted to find slippers. What will you do?" Zhou Zheng asked again.

"How?" Xia Yan was even more confused.

"I guess he will take out his mobile phone to illuminate it!" Zhou Zheng's complexion suddenly changed, looking extremely dignified, and said: "Such a sudden light is a signal for the murderer hiding in the dark. He can pick up the murder weapon and point it directly at the light source." Call!"

(End of this chapter)