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

Chapter 64 Interrogation!

That night.

Under the corridor outside the canteen of the Chengbei Branch.

A dim light bulb cast the shadows of two people onto the concrete ground in front of them.

Lu Shaohua sat on a small stool, holding a stainless steel thermos cup with bayonets and guns printed on the body. It was a souvenir issued by his former work unit.

Fan Weidong sat next to him, with two bamboo baskets at his feet, filled with ripe loquats.

He picked one up, peeled it, and popped it into his mouth, eating it while looking at his old comrade-in-arms.

"Old Lu, the young men are all out investigating, and you've come to me? Aren't you worried about this case at all?"

Lu Shaohua scoffed, "What's this compared to the real battles we fought on the battlefield with, where we fought the enemy hand to hand?"

Old Fan laughed and said, "It's different. Back then, we could fight side by side. Even if the last man died, we would still charge forward."

But now, we're not dealing with enemies, we're competing with our own people.

Zhang Bin went to the municipal police station after the incident. I think if the perpetrators in this case are caught by the Chengnan branch, you'll probably have to be transferred.

Lu Shaohua knew all about this, and he tightened his grip on the thermos.

"It's alright, he wants this position, we can just give it to him."

"In recent years, our Chengbei branch has indeed not done a good job, and I bear responsibility for that."

"Nonsense!" Old Fan bent down, picked up a handful of loquats, and handed them to him.

After Lu Shaohua took it, he said again, "I don't believe that Yang Guochang and Wen Mo don't know about the shady things the Chengnan Branch has done!"
He Jinbo and Zheng Kang are so much better than them. In every case, we make sure to get a conclusive confession from the suspect, compare physical evidence, and confirm that there are no errors before we transfer the case to the procuratorate.

Liao Guohua from the Chengnan branch and Chai Tao from the Jiaxing branch are both too opportunistic and handled the case too carelessly.

Zhang Bin really wanted to learn their case-handling style. "If you hadn't kept things under control, who knows what kind of trouble would have gotten into."

Lu Shaohua sighed: "When we were fighting the enemy before, we didn't think human life was that important. We were even willing to give up our own lives."

Now, when I see an ant being stepped on and killed on the ground, I feel sorry for it.

"Everyone becomes an ant eventually," Old Fan said leisurely. "Don't worry, with that sketch of Yang Jinwen, we should be able to catch the perpetrators soon..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a piercing horn blared on the main road outside the North City Police Station, urging the guards to open the car doors.

Immediately afterwards, the headlights of He Jinbo's Beijing Jeep flashed past the cafeteria entrance.

Lu Shaohua narrowed his eyes and immediately stood up: "They're back!"

"Stubborn as ever, still saying you're not worried?"

Old Fan rolled his eyes: "I'll call them over to eat loquats later. I'll leave them outside the door, and they can come and get them themselves. I've been picking them in the yard all day, and they'll all go bad if we don't eat them soon."

Lu Shaohua, with his aching legs, quickly ran to the front yard and saw two handcuffed suspects being dragged out of the car by Jiang Jianbing and his men.

Upon seeing Lu Shaohua, He Jinbo rushed forward and excitedly shouted, "Director Lu, we've arrested all three suspects!"

Lu Shaohua's eyes narrowed: "Are you sure they killed them?"

"Ninety-nine percent sure!"

"Well done!"

Lu Shaohua raised his hand, and He Jinbo obediently turned to the side, revealing his shoulder. But the other man patted Yang Jinwen on the shoulder instead: "Good lad, you've made us proud! You didn't embarrass your old man!"

Yang Jinwen felt a severe soreness in his shoulders. On the way back, these old folks kept patting his shoulders, and he felt a burning pain in the muscles of his shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Dayong was taken to the interrogation room.

Yang Hong was shot in the left shoulder. The shooter was Zheng Kang, whose marksmanship was very accurate. He pulled the trigger with his eyes closed, and the bullet just grazed the skin on his shoulder.

His injuries required treatment, so he was taken to the medical room. Wen Ling was still in the provincial capital and hadn't returned yet, so forensic assistant Zhang Lei treated him.

Even if Yang Hong hadn't been injured, Wu Dayong would have been the first person interrogated.

Because he was the first to confess to murder, and he clearly had no experience in outsmarting the police, unlike Yang Hong, who had just been released from labor camp and had a strong sense of resistance and was quite stubborn.

At this moment, Wu Dayong sat in the interrogation chair with his head down.

His wrists were fixed to the interrogation table, his ankles were shackled to the chair legs, and he was tied with a rope around his waist, so he could not move his body at all.

The interrogation room was packed with people. Even Yang Jinwen and Maozi stood in the corner, holding their breath and waiting for Lao Bangcai's interrogation.

The captain and deputy captain of the Major Crimes Unit, He Jinbo and Zheng Kang, stood on either side, looking down at Wu Dayong.

Although there were more than a dozen people in the room, no one made a sound. The only sounds were the dragging of chairs and the ticking of the second hand on the clock face on the wall.

"Tick tock..."

When all the hands pointed to exactly eleven o'clock, the interrogation team spoke.

"Tell us the suspect's name, age, occupation, and place of origin."

Wu Dayong looked up and immediately saw the tripod set up on the side, the kind of camera used by TV reporters, with the lens pointed at him alone.

The sound, like the caliber of an artillery shell, sent chills down his spine and made his heart sink to the bottom!
He swallowed hard, looked straight ahead, and saw more than a dozen sharp-eyed criminal police officers staring at him menacingly.

Immediately, his legs went weak and his heart pounded.

"I...the government, it was all Yang Hong's doing, I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't kill anyone!"

He Jinbo knew from his appearance that taking him down would not be difficult.

He slammed his knuckles on the table and demanded sharply, "Name, age, and all the information about your identity, tell me everything."

"well."

Wu Dayong swallowed hard and replied, "My name is Wu Dayong. I am 38 years old and a local. I work at the power plant in Lingmeng County."

Zheng Kang produced a photo of Zhang Xiaoying, which was actually a photo taken by the technical team at the scene of her murder.

Although the shorts that Zhang Xiaoying had been holding in her mouth were taken away, the rope on her wrists was also untied.

But at that moment, her head hit the ground, her head turned to one side, and her eyes were filled with terror and despair!
There was a large pool of brown blood in the room, all flowing from the gash in her throat!
Her neck had been cut open with a gash nearly ten centimeters long; the sight was horrifying and chilling!
Zheng Kang didn't dare look at the photo. Instead, he held the top of the photo with his finger and showed it to the camera lens for three seconds.

Then, he held it up in front of Wu Dayong: "Do you know her?"

Wu Dayong glanced at it briefly and immediately looked away, but the photo lingered in his mind's eye.

He Jinbo reached out and pressed down on his head: "Look carefully, do you recognize the woman in the photo?"

"Recognize...we know each other."

(End of this chapter)