Chapter 2697

2423 Chapter: Something That Doesn't Know Life or Death

Xiangjun fell into deep thought. Du Changhe and Sansan Mao of the Municipal Bureau have a close relationship—whether there's any benefit transfer, with no evidence, he naturally wouldn't speculate recklessly.

But two years ago, Sansan Mao got into some trouble in Xicheng—nothing major—yet Du Changhe personally called him to say hello, which proves their relationship is not ordinary.

This time, Sansan Mao was brought here by Fang Hongbin, and Du Changhe ran around like a headless fly looking for people, even going to Zhou Andong's place—this further indicates a serious problem.

If he took Sansan Mao back to the sub-bureau, it would definitely not stay hidden. By then, even if Du Changhe didn't dare openly come to the sub-bureau to demand people, he'd still use any means to create obstacles for them.

Thinking this, Xiangjun nodded: "Alright, I need to know now—how much criminal evidence on Sansan Mao do you have?"

Fang Hongbin turned back to the interrogation room and soon came out holding a document: "Take a look!"

Xiangjun took the document, flipped it open, and immediately his face changed: "Smuggling!"

"Exactly!" Fang Hongbin nodded: "Now, what Sansan Mao has confessed are just trivial matters. This smuggling case—people in the north have already been arrested, but Sansan Mao hasn't spoken yet, and he's been holding out for a while. That's also why I didn't let you take him away."

Xiangjun looked up after reading: "Director Fang, I didn't expect this—you handled such a big case quietly, and now I'm a bit envious of you."

Fang Hongbin smiled and shook his head: "Just luck."

Xiangjun asked curiously: "How did you get fixated on this smuggling case?"

Fang Hongbin didn't hide it, speaking slowly: "The cause was that this thing that doesn't know life or death, Sansan Mao, took a liking to Zhou Andong's sister.

Even worse, after failing to win her over, this guy ran to her school to harass her recklessly, even issuing threats and wild rhetoric. He also sent several hooligans to linger at the school gate daily, trying to forcibly take Zhou Andong's sister away."

Hearing this, Xiangjun beside him instantly changed expression, coldly saying: "Sansan Mao really doesn't know his own weight—daring to set his sights on Zhou Andong's sister, truly not knowing life or death."

Fang Hongbin chuckled: "Sansan Mao doesn't even know that's Zhou Andong's sister—he's just used to acting arrogantly, fighting and brawling, detention and injury being routine.

Usually, if he takes a liking to a woman, he throws money at her; if money doesn't work, he threatens and intimidates. If threats don't work, he uses force. Afterward, he still throws money—if money fails, he goes back to threats and intimidation.

After all, the name 'Sansan Mao' still carries some deterrent power. Plus, the women he harmed fear making a big fuss would damage their reputation—especially girls without family, who dare not report it. So in the end, they all chose to endure in silence, which only fueled Sansan Mao's arrogance."

Xiangjun snorted coldly: "This time, Sansan Mao has hit an iron plate—he's smashed his head flat."

"Exactly!" Fang Hongbin agreed: "I never expected Sansan Mao to be involved in smuggling too—this is an unexpected gain."

Xiangjun looked down again at the document: "These things he's confessing now are enough to get him shot."

Fang Hongbin asked: "Do you also have a lot of Sansan Mao's illegal and criminal evidence in your hands?"

Xiangjun didn't hide it: "Du Zai and Keteng have spilled a lot—we're currently verifying and investigating."

Fang Hongbin nodded: "Go in—I'll hand the afternoon over to you."

Xiangjun turned to Dai Weimin and said politely: "Factory Director Dai, thanks for this trouble—once the case is settled, I'll treat you to drinks."

Dai Weimin smiled: "Chief Xiang, I've remembered your words—if you don't invite me for drinks, I'll come find you at your unit later."

"No problem!" Xiangjun laughed, shook hands with Dai Weimin, and strode into the interrogation room.

At this moment, Sansan Mao had stubble all over his face, his big head seemed to have shrunk a bit, his stomach was sunken, his eye sockets swollen high, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins—he looked utterly listless.

Fang Hongbin walked up behind the two officers conducting the interrogation, patted their shoulders: "Alright, from now on, it's handed over to Chief Xiang."

The two officers were puzzled but didn't ask, silently tidied up the notes on the table, then stood up and made way.

Fang Hongbin said: "Chief Xiang, this is now yours—we haven't rested properly in three days, so this afternoon is perfect for taking a break and getting good sleep."

"I'll take it from here," Xiangjun said, watching Fang Hongbin leave the interrogation room, then sat down: "Sansan Liang, get to know me."

How could Sansan Mao not know Xiangjun? Just seeing him here made this guy's heart sink to the bottom: "Chief Xiang, I don't know who I should or shouldn't know—I dare not not know you. After all, not long ago, you personally led the team that took away Jiada Gege."

Xiangjun didn't speak, but raised his hand and gestured. Lao Qian beside him opened his briefcase, took out a file folder, and placed it on the table in front of Xiangjun.

Xiangjun opened the file folder, took out a document, and handed it to Sansan Mao: "Take a look."

Sansan Mao raised his handcuffed hands, looked puzzled as he took the document—when he lowered his head and saw the content, his pupils shrank drastically, his face changed dramatically, and his hands shook violently.

Xiangjun said coldly: "Sansan Liang, I can tell you—it was Touba Tou who bit you. And he also confessed: the six-year-old girl rape-murder case was done by you, right?"

"Bullshit!" Sansan Mao shouted angrily: "That little girl was the piglet he caught—also the one he arranged for..."

Saying this, Sansan Mao suddenly shut his mouth, then snorted: "Anyway, that thing has nothing to do with me—it was Touba Tou who did it."

Xiangjun said calmly: "Whether you say you didn't do it or not is useless—Touba Tou accused you, and the evidence we hold also points to you. If you can't produce favorable evidence proving the rape-murder case has nothing to do with you, you're dead."

Xiangjun's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Sansan Mao's mind—his brain went blank, losing all thought.

Xiangjun didn't speak, but lit a cigarette and sat quietly waiting.

Who knows how long passed—Sansan Mao's three hun and seven po finally returned to their orifices. But this guy's face at this moment was as pale as paper, looking terrifying.

"Tap-tap-tap——"

Xiangjun's fingers tapped on the table, making a tap-tap-tap sound: "Sansan Liang, I give you five minutes to think. If you don't speak, I'll leave immediately—after that, you'll have no chance."

A layer of fine sweat appeared on Sansan Mao's forehead—he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes showing a look of terror.