Chapter 2694

Yu Xiangjun asked: "Should we interrogate Scarhead immediately?"

Huang Minwei shook his head: "Scarhead has strong psychological resilience; during previous interrogations he kept blaming Wen Sanmao, but downplayed his own crimes and refused to confess honestly. So even if we interrogate him now, it would be a waste of time."

Yu Xiangjun pondered: "Then let's open a breakthrough at Wen Sanmao's place; when the evidence is solid, Scarhead denying it will be useless."

"Go!" Huang Minwei instructed: "After capturing Wen Sanmao, immediately conduct the interrogation; we must pry open his mouth as soon as possible."

"I'll personally lead the team to arrest him." Yu Xiangjun turned and walked out, with the middle-aged policeman closely following.

Huang Minwei stayed behind to have a serious talk with Duzi: "Duzi, if your tip is true, it constitutes major meritorious service; during prosecution, it will definitely be considered in sentencing.

If you can also provide information on others, especially evidence of illegal crimes by Scarhead and Wen Sanmao, as long as it's true, I will personally plead with the prosecution for leniency on your behalf."

Duzi lowered his head; these past few days he has confessed to many of his own crimes, enough to sentence him to over ten years. Of course, his report on Wen Sanmao was not lenient either, but he knows that Wen Sanmao's minor offenses are also known by Dagou and Gedeng.

Therefore, relying on reporting Wen Sanmao to earn meritorious service and a lighter sentence is impossible. Thus, these past two days he has been pondering how to achieve major meritorious service, as he does not want to spend over ten years in prison. When he gets out, he'll be an old man, his younger brother won't even be able to stand straight—what meaning would life have left?

Just last night, he suddenly recalled the sensational case six years ago of a little girl's rape and murder that shocked the entire Jingcheng, which remains unsolved. If he provides a clue, it would certainly count as major meritorious service. So after breakfast this morning, he found the prison administrator and was then brought to the sub-bureau.

Duzi pondered in his heart, but asked aloud: "Director Huang, based on your experience, if I provide the clue about that six-year-old rape and murder case, how many years could my sentence be reduced?"

Huang Minwei reflected: "If it were before, more than ten years would be unavoidable. Now, if your clue is true, it should be under ten years, over seven.

Of course, I'm not deceiving you; this is merely my judgment based on some past cases. As for how many years you will ultimately be sentenced for your own crimes, that is for the court to decide; my word doesn't count.

Moreover, the city has already decided to launch a strict crackdown; the exact date hasn't been set, but the delay won't be long. So, you should quickly confess anything you haven't yet disclosed. Those who wish to report and expose should not delay either, because once the crackdown begins, any merit you've earned will be greatly diminished."

Duzi hesitated in his heart: if he really implicated everyone, his reputation would be ruined; even if released immediately, he couldn't mix in the underworld anymore, which is not what he wants to see.

Having guessed Duzi's psychology, Huang Minwei smiled and said: "Tomorrow, I will interrogate them one by one; then, whether it's you confessing or them confessing, who can know?"

Duzi was moved; Huang Minwei immediately noticed the change on Duzi's face: "Give yourself five minutes to consider; if you don't want to speak, it's fine. I believe others will definitely be willing to talk."

Duzi took a deep breath: "Give me a cigarette."

Huang Minwei's face showed a hint of a smile; he took out a cigarette from his pocket and personally lit it for Duzi: "Speak!"

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Meanwhile, Yu Xiangjun hurried toward his office, saying to the middle-aged policeman behind him: "Old Qian, within an hour I must know Wen Sanmao's exact location."

"Yes!" Old Qian responded, and the two parted at the stairwell.

Yu Xiangjun returned to his office, waiting for Old Qian's news; when it comes, he will personally lead the team to capture Wen Sanmao.

Less than an hour later, Old Qian returned panting: "Director Yu, something big has happened."

Yu Xiangjun's face changed: "Did Wen Sanmao escape?"

"No!" Old Qian waved his hand, catching his breath: "Wen Sanmao was caught, but we don't know which sister unit arrested him."

"You don't know who arrested him?" Yu Xiangjun stared at Old Qian in disbelief: "Old Qian, are you talking in your sleep?"

At this moment, Old Qian's breathing had also evened out; he said with a bitter smile: "This is true; the morning before yesterday, Wen Sanmao was taken away at Misty Ling Mountain Villa. But which unit took him, no one knows, and to this day no one has been found."

Yu Xiangjun looked bewildered, disregarding his image as he cursed: "Fuck, what the hell is going on?"

"There's another matter." Old Qian continued: "I called a friend at the municipal bureau, didn't get any news on Wen Sanmao's whereabouts, but learned another piece of information that might be useful to us."

Yu Xiangjun urgently asked: "What information?"

Old Qian said with a hint of confusion: "After the news of Wen Sanmao's arrest spread, Deputy Bureau Chief Du Changhe began looking for people, and yesterday morning he even went to the wool factory.

As for whom he met, we don't know, but when he returned his face was ashen, and he flew into a rage in the office. Not only did he smash the teacup, he also cursed the office director Hou Guanghai bloody."

"Du Changhe, wool factory?" Yu Xiangjun's heart stirred; he said softly: "A few days ago, Fang Hongbin from the Donghuamen Police Station came to inquire about the sub-bureau's grasp of evidence regarding Wen Sanmao's illegal crimes; you know about this, right."

"Yes!" Old Qian nodded: "But that day Duzi and Gedeng still had their statements, so our grasp of Wen Sanmao's illegal crime situation is not extensive."

Yu Xiangjun lightly tapped his fingers on the desk; his mind raced, and previously vague things began to clarify: "Zhou Andong's home belongs to the Donghuamen Police Station jurisdiction; Fang Hongbin must be familiar with Zhou Andong.

And after Wen Sanmao was taken away and disappeared, Du Changhe couldn't find him but ran to the wool factory—could it be related to Zhou Andong? Also, Duzi and Gedeng, who seem to have been brought back for offending Tang Lin and Zhang Zuo, actually have Zhou Andong's shadow behind them."

Old Qian was stunned, then reacted: "Director Yu, do you mean Wen Sanmao was arrested by Fang Hongbin?"

"Very possible!" Yu Xiangjun opened his desk drawer, took out a thick phone book, flipped to the enterprise directory, where the first entry was the wool factory manager's office phone.

Yu Xiangjun grabbed the phone, dialed Zhou Andong's office, but no one answered. He then found the factory office number and dialed quickly; this time it connected, and a girl's stiff voice came through.

"Hello, this is the wool factory office."

"Hello!" Yu Xiangjun said politely: "I am Yu Xiangjun, deputy director of the Xicheng Public Security Sub-bureau; may I ask if Factory Director Zhou is in?"

Hearing it was the deputy director of Xicheng Sub-bureau, the girl's stiff tone immediately softened considerably: "Our factory director? He went to Jinwan Hotel to attend a symposium."

"Thank you!" Yu Xiangjun hung up with a snap, grabbed his coat, and walked out: "Round up a few people and come with me to Jinwan Hotel."