I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 155 Shooting
"6784 yuan."

Jiang Hanwen said a number helplessly.

"how do you know?"

The man was shocked again. The money was exact. He had recorded every amount of robbery and every PC expense in detail in his diary. The number the young man said was exactly the same as what he had recorded.

"Don't you like writing in a diary? You write every day, remembering every detail."

Jiang Hanwen snorted. Who would write a diary every day?

"Who are you?"

Jiang Hanwen did not answer.

Jiang Hanwen sighed. Even though he was knowledgeable and experienced, he didn't know how to comment for a moment.

Just the repeated massacres of entire families are enough to anger God and the people.

If evil people are to go to the eighteen levels of hell, then for this evildoer, even one hundred and eighty levels of hell may not be enough.

"To be honest, if you kill two rich and unkind evildoers, I will respect you as a man. Haha, but look at you, is what you did a humane job?"

Jiang Hanwen walked to the interrogation chair holding the tea bottle.

This Yang is destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of crime. He is responsible for seven deaths in peacetime, which is unique in the world.

Yang was an extremely cowardly person, but after he overcame his fear of killing, he became extremely cruel. When committing crimes, he withdrew his consciousness, looked at his sins from a God's perspective, and then weaved a set of seemingly reasonable lies, hiding inside them and continuing to live as a normal person.

"Haha, officer, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I took a bus to Langfang that year, but I got scared again."

The man completely relaxed, and seemed to be chatting about family matters while drinking tea.

"There are many rich people and policemen in big cities. There are also guards at the gates and security guards in the communities. I can't pick locks, so I can't kill them. Although I can't rob the old and young in the village, I was thinking at that time, small profits but quick turnover."

"Besides, I have strong sexual desires, and I have no money when I'm in high spirits, so I just use whatever I can get."

"What do you think of the people you killed?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it."

"Do you think they deserve to die?"

"I don't know. Actually, after killing a lot, killing with a hammer is easier than killing a chicken. I don't feel anything."

Having said that, Jiang Hanwen no longer had the intention to ask further questions.

He sent a message to Liu Mingyang, asking them to come and record their statements.

The murderer has confessed, and the remaining details will depend on their trial.

"Officer, can you talk to me for a few more words? To be honest, I haven't met anyone as caring as you in all these years. Every word you say touches my heart."

There was even some pleading in Yang's words. He was very sure that the young man in front of him knew him very well, perhaps even better than himself.

He was too lonely. He was the only one in the family who could study since childhood, was excluded at school, was deceived and humiliated in society, and was abandoned in love. No one understood him, and no one tried to understand him.

Including his poor parents.

Liu Mingyang and Pei Sanmin pushed the door open and Jiang Hanwen walked out.

"Wait, officer, thank you! No one has ever bought me clothes since I was a child. I picked up other people's clothes when I was a child."

Yang shouted.

"You're welcome. I have a suggestion for you. When the interrogating officer comes, you should tell him everything about your crime honestly. Hurry up and record your statement, sign it, and try to get on the road as soon as possible."

He stood at the door of the interrogation room, looking into the dark corridor. On both sides of the corridor were dark interrogation rooms with blue screens hanging above them.

At the end of the corridor is a small window, through which gusts of cold wind blow into the corridor.

Jiang Hanwen wrapped his cotton coat tightly and walked in silence.

It's different from previous cases.

This time, he felt no excitement, no thrill, no sense of relief, and no pleasure in seeking justice for the dead.

These emotions are so minor, insignificant compared to the seven lives lost.

Those are seven human lives, not seven mice. If it weren't for this demon, they should have been able to study smoothly, go to college, find jobs, fall in love, get married and have children.

There are so many branches of destinies, so many stories, so many joys and sorrows, and separations and reunions.

But now, there is nothing but the ashes buried in the cemetery on the hill.

This beast only weighs about 100 kilograms of meat. Even if you tear it apart and sell it all, what good will it do? Is one life worth seven lives? Just drag it out and shoot it?

Too cheap? Is there such a good thing in the world?
Jiang Hanwen smiled bitterly. Why should he be so entangled about something that clearly had nothing to do with him?

I'm just an actor, a director, and a businessman who's dedicated to making money.

"Thank you, Consultant Jiang!"

When Jiang Hanwen heard Lao Zhu's voice, he looked up and found that he had already walked into the command hall.

All members of the task force and officers from the Ping'an County Police Department have lined up neatly, taken off their hats with one hand, and stood straight.

Everyone looked at him, and several people said in unison: "Thank you, Consultant Jiang, for solving the unsolved case and getting rid of a great threat to the four provinces of the Central Plains!"

The director of Ping'an County was a bald middle-aged man. He took the lead and bowed deeply to Jiang Hanwen.

"Old Zhu, what are you guys doing? Let me tell you, formalism kills people!"

Jiang Hanwen's face turned red. It was the first time he was stared at and saluted by someone like this.

Old Zhu is going too far. He lets his subordinate police officers do this. Aren't you afraid that people will stab you in the back?

"Advisor Jiang, this is not Director Zhu's request. We are here to express our sincere gratitude to you."

The director of Ping'an County was a shrewd man. He saw Jiang Hanwen's embarrassment at a glance and took the initiative to speak. "Advisor Jiang, this case involves multiple counties and multiple lives. The families of the deceased have called every year for so many years to ask about the progress of the case. Some even came to the bureau to ask if the case has been solved. It's not easy for them."

"Advisor Jiang has now solved the case. The police have handed over to the victim's family and have explained to the police officers who were in charge of the investigation. The murderer has been arrested. People dare to go out shopping during the New Year. This year can have a little festive atmosphere, and everyone doesn't have to work overtime."

After the chief finished speaking, the young police officers smiled knowingly.

The record of Yang's statement went smoothly. From the prosecution's filing of the complaint to the court trial, to the application for death penalty review, all procedures went through a special channel.

The option of lethal injection is not accepted by the police or public opinion. Even the murderer himself refuses to accept it, believing that shooting is more painful.

However, Jiang Hanwen broke his promise. He did not watch Yang's execution, but started his return journey early.

It was a sunny day. The early spring morning breeze brought with it a chill, making the entire detention center dry and cold. When a gust of cold wind blew, everyone couldn't help but touch their slightly thin clothes and shivered a few times. However, when they saw the tense scene full of fighting atmosphere in front of them, their hearts were stirred by an excitement, and they looked forward to seeing the scene of truly eliminating harm for the people.

At 7:10, judges from the Gaoji People's Court arrived, and with them came reporters carrying cameras.

The third iron gate slowly opened, and the public security and prosecutors waiting in the second yard filed into the third yard of the detention center. About 10 armed police soldiers, led by a second lieutenant, entered the designated position, and the iron gate slammed shut again.

The police officers of the detention center placed a table in the corridor of the detention center behind the iron gate and placed two chairs behind the table, setting up a temporary court.

The judge of Henan Gaoji People's Court had to carry out relevant legal procedures against Yang in this corridor of about 10 square meters.

After the temporary court was set up, the police officers of the detention center took the arrest warrant from the judge of the Provincial Gaoji People's Court and led a lieutenant of the armed police and two armed police soldiers to the cell to pick up Yang.

At 7:23, with the sound of shackles rubbing against the concrete floor, dozens of police officers from the public security, procuratorate and courts waiting in the corridor all looked towards the only exit of the detention area.

Two armed police soldiers were seen holding Yang's arms and escorting him out of the cell. The armed police lieutenant and two police officers from the detention center followed behind vigilantly.

Yang is not tall, only about 1.60 meters. In addition, he is wearing heavy shackles, so his waist is hunched. Compared with the three tall and mighty armed police soldiers, his height is not even up to their chests.

Yang was wearing new clothes, and it was said that the clothes were bought for him by the "prophet" after he was arrested.

Yang was wearing a grass-green flannel hat with two earlobes sticking out of his head. They flickered as he walked, making him look very numb.

His face looked a little pale, and there was an evasive fear in his eyes.

Looking at his miserable appearance, the armed police couldn't believe it: Is this the devil who was responsible for many deaths and committed six shocking crimes in succession?
Yang was escorted step by step by the armed police to the judges. As soon as he stood firm, he looked up and saw a police officer from the detention center. He said with all his strength: "Dear officers, thank you for taking care of me these days. I am leaving now. Thank you!"

At this time, the deputy chief judge of the Second Criminal Division of Henan Gaoji People's Court, who was sitting behind the trial table of the temporary court, announced: "Yang, we are staff members of Henan Gaoji People's Court. You were sentenced to death at the first instance by the Intermediate People's Court of XX City for murder, robbery, rape, and intentional injury. After the first instance verdict, you did not appeal, and the procuratorate did not protest. After our court's review, we have ruled to approve your death sentence."

"According to the execution order issued by the higher authorities, you will be executed this morning. Did you hear that clearly?"

When the judge told him that he was about to be executed, he was clearly seen to tremble slightly, and then he was silent for a while, and he lowered his head and replied: "I heard it clearly."

"Do you have anything else to say about your crime?"

"No."

Afterwards, the clerk of the Provincial Gaoji People's Court stepped forward, took out the sentence execution notice, and asked Yang to sign on the delivery receipt.

He took the initiative to ask to put the paper on the ground to sign. The staff put the delivery receipt on the ground. Yang squatted down, lay on the ground, and wrote his name crookedly on the delivery receipt.

And use the index finger of your right hand to press your fingerprint on the date.

The next step was to verify Yang's identity, that is, to take a photo before execution. Two armed police soldiers carried Yang to a brick wall and asked the staff to take his photo.

After taking the photo, Yang just turned around and put the micro recorder to his mouth.

Asked: "Do you have anything to say to your family?"

Yang replied: "I haven't been home for more than ten years. There's nothing to say."

"Do you have anything to say to your parents?"

"No."

“Do you have anything to say to society?”

"I deserve what I have come to today."

After that, Yang was brought before the judges again for questioning.

"Yang, do you have any last words for your family?"

"."

"Are there any letters, relics, debts or claims left behind?"

"No."

After the interrogation, the judge asked Yang to sign the interrogation record. Yang stretched out his hand again and put his fingerprint on the interrogation record.

At 7:40, Yang was taken to a police car filled with policemen and armed police soldiers. Escorted by a large number of police cars and military trucks, the police car carrying the murderous demon drove away from the xx City Detention Center, crossed LH City from the southern suburbs of LH City, and drove all the way to the LH City Intermediate People's Court located in the northern part of LH City.

The chief judge directly read out the criminal ruling No. 5 of the Henan Gaoji People's Court and the order of the president of the Henan Gaoji People's Court on the execution of Yang, and then announced: "According to the judgment of the Henan Gaoji People's Court, the intentional murderer, robber and rapist Yang will be taken to the execution ground and executed by firing squad!"

Three armed police soldiers walked into the courtroom, took Yang from the bailiff, and put him back into the police car parked behind the trial court.

Dozens of police cars for executing death penalty tasks were parked on the north side of the courtroom on standby. The judges, prosecutors, public security officers, and armed police officers responsible for executing the death penalty quickly boarded the pre-designated vehicles. The long convoy slowly left the east gate of the xx Municipal Intermediate People's Court and headed north.

Because Yang had killed too many people and was responsible for many family massacres, there was no high-profile sentencing meeting this time for fear that the victims' families would not be able to remain calm and would affect the execution of the death penalty. The long execution motorcade did not sound sirens along the way, but there were a few more traffic police on duty on the route that the motorcade had to pass than usual.

It was 8:40 at this time. The sun was hanging quietly on the treetops, and the sunlight shone through the thin morning mist and sprinkled friendly on the earth.

The streets and lanes of xx city were as peaceful and orderly as usual, and people were busy with their own affairs. Some rode bicycles to work, some cleaned the streets and trimmed trees, some did public welfare work on the North Ring Road, and some just returned from a long run in the morning. In short, people did not realize that a murderous demon was going to be executed today.

The convoy drove in such a peaceful atmosphere for about 13 minutes and arrived at the execution ground on the east side of National Highway 107. It was a small asphalt road running east-west with ditches on both sides formed during road construction.

The execution vehicle stopped next to a newly dug ditch on the north side of the road.

A few minutes later, a gunshot was heard and Yang fell into the inconspicuous trench.

The forensic doctor and the prosecutor supervising the scene came forward to inspect and take pictures.

Execution status: Killed with one bullet!
(End of this chapter)