You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 185 The Veteran Detective Chasing the Murderer!
Looking at the sketch, Gao Mingliang was stunned.

He looked up and glanced at Yang Jinwen: "Since you already know, why are you asking me?"

The meaning of this statement is quite clear: the woman in the sketch is Chen Li.

Of course, she didn't look like a snake spirit at all; rather, she was the subject of a sketch drawn by Yang Jinwen based on the testimony of the junior high school student.

"Let me see it one more time."

Yang Jinwen handed the portrait to him.

There is a scar on my left eyebrow.

How long is the scar?

"It's only about half the length of an earthworm, covered by hair."

Yang Jinwen handed the sketch to Maozi, staring at him: "Now let's start from the beginning. How did you, Zhao Daqing, and Chen Li meet?"

Gao Mingliang licked his lips and said, "Back in 95, I went to a construction site in Yuncheng and found a job. Zhao Daqing was also working there."

He was older than me and usually took good care of me. Later, he complained that working on the construction site wasn't profitable and the money came in too slowly, so he told me that he had found a way to make money and asked if I wanted to work with him.

It was indeed tough working on the construction site; besides food and drink, there was no way to save money, so I agreed.

I thought it was something big, like going into business or joining some kind of gang, but it wasn't. Zhao Daqing took me to be a thief.

I wasn't very good at it, but Zhao Daqing had clearly studied it, so I was always the one who kept watch for him while he broke into people's houses to steal money.

We worked in Yuncheng for a while and enjoyed a carefree life; the money definitely came in faster than working on a construction site.

Later, Zhao Daqing realized that he couldn't steal much money anyway, just some loose change, and if he wanted something better, he could steal a watch or a gold necklace.

Looking at the money in the savings account, but unable to withdraw it.

So Zhao Daqing started thinking about how to make a lot of money.

During this period, Zhao Daqing committed murder.

"Murder? When did this happen?"

"It was in April of 1995. I don't remember the exact day, but I do know that the family we stole from lived in the family housing building of the Yuncheng Mining Bureau."

It was morning, and everyone had gone to work. I was keeping watch downstairs. Zhao Daqing took two hours to come downstairs, and his hands were covered in blood.

I asked him what he had done, and he said he had accidentally killed someone.

At this moment, whispers began to circulate in the conference room. Sure enough, before the massacre of the Yuncheng family, this group had indeed committed a crime.

Yang Jinwen asked, "What did you steal back then?"

"Who was killed? How was he killed?"

Gao Mingliang shook his head: "Zhao Daqing didn't say."

"Where is the murder weapon?"

"A dagger, or rather, a short sword, with two sharp edges, about twenty centimeters long."

What does the hilt look like?

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's like plastic, the kind that's a bit transparent."

"Phenolic resin?"

"I don't know, but it should be resin."

What exactly did they steal?

"Some loose change, and a ladies' gold watch. Oh, and Zhao Daqing also brought down a tape recorder, a Panasonic brand."

At this moment, Wen Mo whispered to Wan Feng, "Have the people from the Yuncheng Criminal Police Detachment arrived yet?"

Wan Feng shook his head: "They've probably already gotten off the train."

Wen Mo nodded and said nothing more.

Yang Jinwen continued the interrogation: "What happened after you killed him?"

Gao Mingliang cleared his throat and replied, "We hid for a while."

Where are you hiding?

“In Yuncheng, there was only one rented room. At that time, Zhao Daqing dared not continue stealing. Every day, he would wander around the mining bureau’s family quarters to see if he would be caught.”

Have you been there?

"No, I didn't dare to go. Zhao Daqing is very bold. He went to check several times and came back saying that the police had investigated for a week but couldn't find anything on him."

During that period in Yuncheng, those professional thieves were really unlucky, as the public security authorities arrested a large number of them.

However, Zhao Daqing and I worked independently, so they didn't trace it back to us.

Later, Zhao Daqing summarized and described to me in detail how to handle murder.

He said that fingerprints could not be left because when he went to the mining bureau, he heard the police say that blood fingerprints were very blurry and difficult to compare, and even if they matched, it would be impossible to find the person.

Furthermore, judging from the bloodstains, it appears to be a crime committed by a single person.

That's all he heard. When the police saw him, they chased him away.

Gao Mingliang let out a contemptuous laugh when he said this.

The old hands in the interrogation room felt a chill run down their spines.

Zhao Daqing is a bold and meticulous person. He dares to return to the crime scene, approach the police officers handling the case, and even learn on his own.

This damn thing!
If the Yuncheng police officers investigating the case had been more observant and had a keener sense of smell, Zhao Daqing would have been apprehended much earlier.

Therefore, whether it was veterans like He Jinbo and Zhang Yong who were in criminal investigation, or newbies like Qi Bin, Cai Ting, and Maozi, they all asked themselves: if they were in that situation, would they have suspected the onlookers?
At this moment, Shao Jianfeng, who was craning his neck on the periphery of the crowd, whispered to the people he had brought.

"Look, this is what I always tell you: some criminals are very bold and have a certain chance of returning to the crime scene."

Therefore, when handling cases, we must be extra careful and maintain strict confidentiality. Even if our spouses try their best, we must not reveal a single piece of information.

Yang Jinwen said, "Please continue."

Gao Mingliang nodded. After all, he had said so much, and with more than a dozen people watching, and he could see clearly that there were several bureau-level cadres among them, his urge to confide in them suddenly arose, and he was also a little proud.

"After that, Zhao Daqing felt that he couldn't make a lot of money by continuing to do petty theft, so he thought about getting a gun and seeing if he could rob a rich person."

So he contacted some people, but instead of getting the gun, he was swindled out of his money.

Disheartened, he had no choice but to go back to his old ways. But he felt that the two of us men were attracting too much attention, so he found a woman to join him.

This is Chen Li. Zhao Daqing met her at a foot massage parlor and abducted her.

Chen Li was in charge of scouting the location, while Zhao Daqing and I barged in.

On August 5th, 1996, we pulled off a heist in the Lishui residential area of ​​Yuncheng. I remember there were three people in the room: a woman, her mother, and her son.

"Have you scouted the location?"

Gao Hongliang nodded: "Chen Li pretended to be a salesperson and went door-to-door to make a sale. She checked out this family's situation. That's what she does."

"How many people did you kill?"

"Three."

"Who killed him?"

"I killed one, and Zhao Daqing killed two."

Who killed whom?

“When I entered, Zhao Daqing told me to kill the woman’s mother. There were too many people and it was difficult to control them, so I used Zhao Daqing’s short sword to stab the old lady to death.”

How many times did you stab me?

Gao Mingliang shook his head: "I don't remember."

"Think back carefully."

"It should be four cuts."

Yang Jinwen looked down at him, his eyes sharp as if he wanted to devour Gao Mingliang alive: "You stabbed him eight times!"

"Really? I don't know, I haven't counted."

Yang Jinwen calmed his anger and said, "Continue."

"Then Zhao Daqing pressed the woman to tell him where her money and bankbooks were. After she told him, Zhao Daqing instructed Chen Li to go to the bank to withdraw the money."

"How much was taken?"

"Twenty thousand yuan."

"You took the money and then assaulted the person?"

"Yes."

Who committed the violation?

"Zhao Daqing went up first, and then I went up."

What was Chen Li doing at that time?

"They're cooking for us in the kitchen."

What did you eat?

"I don't remember, but I think I drank some beer."

"What happens after the person is violated?"

"Just kill him."

"What was used to kill him? Who killed him?"

“They had cured pork hanging in their kitchen, but they hadn’t eaten it even though it was August. Chen Li made us a plate of cured pork. Yes, they ate cured pork.”

Zhao Daqing then strangled the man to death with the hemp rope used to hang cured meat.

Where is the child inside?

"Kill him too."

"The money has already been taken. The child is only a few years old. Why did you do this?"

Gao Mingliang blinked: "He saw our faces."

Yang Jinwen turned his face away, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a while.

Who killed that child?

"Zhao Daqing."

"What was used to kill him?"

"That short sword."

"Then?"

"After that, we cleaned up the scene. Zhao Daqing used the kitchen mop to wipe away the bloodstains and then we left."

"Describe in detail how the person was killed."

After thinking for a moment, Gao Mingliang asked, "Which one should we talk about first?"

"Let me start from the beginning."

"Oh, that old lady, she was screaming really loudly after we went in."

Zhao Daqing controlled the woman, Chen Li covered the child's mouth, and Zhao Daqing threw the knife to me, telling me to kill him. I was in a fit of rage at the time, so I stabbed him directly.

I had no experience, and blood sprayed all over me. The blood was hot and stuck to my hands, making them slip. As a result, the last few stabs I made didn't go very deep.

As for the woman, I saw Zhao Daqing strangle her to death with my own eyes. Zhao Daqing was wearing gloves, so his hands didn't hurt much when he strangled her.

The woman died on the bed. When Zhao Daqing strangled her, she kept waving her hands.

Although Yang Jinwen had already anticipated this, he still asked, word by word, "Why did she wave?"

"She should be called her son. Before we killed her, she asked us to spare her son and leave him alive. Otherwise, she wouldn't have cooperated so readily."

"Did that child witness you committing murder?"

"I saw it. That kid was standing at the door, and Chen Li covered his mouth."

"Fuck your mother, I'll fuck your mother!"

As Gao Mingliang was speaking, a furious shout suddenly erupted from outside the crowd. An elderly detective with gray hair dropped his briefcase, squeezed through the crowd, and kicked the interrogation chair violently.

The chair is fixed in place; it can't be kicked over at all.

He Jinbo and Zhang Yong quickly pulled the man away.

The person appeared suddenly, and they didn't know who he was.

At that moment, another man carrying a briefcase and wearing glasses sighed.

"Sorry, we came from Yuncheng. This is Comrade Hu Zhiyong, who investigated the family annihilation case in Lishui Community, Yuncheng in 96. He pursued the killer for two years."

Hu Zhiyong, the gray-haired veteran detective, stared intently at Gao Mingliang with bloodshot eyes, yelling, "You bunch of bastards! Are you even human?! I'll fuck your mother!"

He uttered those words through clenched teeth!
(End of this chapter)