Chapter 129: If You're Pan Jinlian, Dalang Won't Even Need to Be Fed the Poison

"Are you saying the two people stabbed at the scene weren't killed by you?"

The inspector fixed Yu Dazhang with a sharp gaze, his tone severe.

He's way more skilled than my master… Yu Dazhang muttered to himself.

Lu Zhongxin also interrogated suspects often, but in terms of technique, there was simply no comparison with the inspector before him.

Every word the man spoke was pointed.

No matter how Yu Dazhang answered, he could always steer the topic back.

The conversation kept circling around the theme: you killed those two people.

It had only just begun, and Yu Dazhang already felt like he was being PUA'd.

"May I explain?"

He asked unhurriedly, showing not a trace of panic.

"Of course." The inspector returned to his seat and sat down properly, eyes fixed on Yu Dazhang as he said:

"Everything you say will be recorded, so don't say anything you can't make sense of."

I'll do my best… Yu Dazhang could tell the man across from him had come prepared, and moreover, was biased against him.

An inspector of this rank shouldn't be like this.

Could someone have put him up to it behind the scenes?

Is the retaliation coming this fast?

"That dagger belonged to the suspect." Yu Dazhang said slowly:

"Just as I was putting the handcuffs on him, he suddenly pulled out a dagger and slashed at me. I had no choice at the time—I could only seize the blade and fight back."

The words came easily, because this was something that had really happened; he was merely recounting it.

"Seize the blade and fight back?" The inspector across from him frowned and pressed:

"Two cuts—one to the chest, one to the abdomen. The second one practically split the suspect's belly open."

"His internal organs were almost all slashed by the dagger, which means you were twisting the blade around inside his abdomen at the time."

"Is that what you call seizing the blade and fighting back?!"

The inspector picked up another document, slammed it heavily on the table, and barked:

"This is premeditated murder. From the moment you got the knife, you never intended to let him live!"

Back to the murder charge again… Yu Dazhang had long anticipated he would do this.

No need to think about it—the document in his hand just now was definitely the forensic examiner's appraisal report.

Something's off!

Why hasn't he handed this appraisal report over for me to see?

Besides, a forensic examiner's appraisal document wouldn't come out this fast.

Within twenty-four hours, the forensic examiner would at most provide an appraisal opinion; the formal appraisal result takes at least three days.

He's bluffing me? Yu Dazhang thought it very likely.

But the man did state the suspect's specific injuries.

"Leader…"

Yu Dazhang had no intention of playing nice anymore. He picked up the document on the partition and tossed it right back:

"If you've already decided this is premeditated murder, then what's there to ask? Just arrest me."

The move caught the man off guard, though it only made him freeze for a moment.

"Then…" Comrade Inspector hesitated and asked:

"Let's set that aside for now. How do you explain the second person?"

"He committed suicide!" Yu Dazhang had already prepared his answer and jumped in at once:

"He snatched the dagger from my hand and slit his own throat on the spot. I tried my best to stop him, but I just wasn't as strong as he was."

Stopping a suspect from killing himself is perfectly reasonable… Yu Dazhang had thought up his excuse before making his move.

As a police officer, he couldn't just stand by and watch a living person slit his own throat in front of him.

Unfortunately, the man was already dead-set on dying, and he couldn't be stopped.

"After slitting his throat, he also stabbed himself in the chest and abdomen?" Comrade Inspector laughed in disbelief:

"His abdomen was cut to pieces—there was barely a patch of good skin left. Can suicide really do that?"

He had thought this time he could leave this fatty utterly speechless.

But to his surprise, Yu Dazhang simply spread his hands:

"You'd have to ask him about that. How would I know what he was thinking? I was scared out of my wits too, you know."

"And I did try my best to pin his hand down, but he really was just too strong." "You weren't there. I was trying to stop him while also talking him down, but he wouldn't listen."

He never brought up Ye Lin.

Nor did he ask the inspector: why are you only interrogating me?

That was his bottom line.

Even though this mission had been assigned to him by the Ministry of State Security, Ye Lin had only come along to assist.

Dragging a woman out as a shield at a time like this—that's just not something a man should do.

Besides, he had always believed that the promise Li Mingzhao had made to him was no empty talk.

The job's done for you now—where's your promise, where's my stretcher!

"Is that your explanation?" The inspector asked with a stony face.

"I must correct you on one thing." Yu Dazhang's expression hardened as well:

"I was merely stating facts just now, not explaining myself to you."

No negligence can be allowed... he reminded himself in his heart.

Please... you... collect 6... 9... book... please...!

Every single word must be handled with caution and care.

If any aspect is not explained clearly, it will likely become an excuse for the other party to launch an attack.

Yu Dazhang felt that a huge pit lay right before his eyes.

And he was standing right on the edge of that pit; one wrong step would send him crashing down, shattering his body and condemning him to eternal damnation.

"We have noted it all down," the Inspector said, looking at him with a serious expression:

"Next, we will verify one matter with you. We hope you will answer truthfully."

"Of course," Yu Dazhang nodded.

He had a feeling that the other party seemed to be testing him.

This way of conversing really did not resemble an Inspector conducting an investigation; it was far too unprofessional.

"We received a report stating that you beat someone while investigating a case at the hospital and subjected the involved personnel to torture to extract a confession. Is there any truth to this?"

They really know so much... Yu Dazhang knew this matter would eventually be investigated, he just hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

"There is truth to it. At that time, I..."

He was just about to explain the situation when the Inspector opposite him suddenly spoke up to interrupt:

"We have investigated this matter. At that time, besides you, two other police officers were present."

"One of them, the officer named Zhang Sen, said that he was the one who hit those two nurses, slapping each of them once."

"The other officer said he did not see anyone strike a blow."

"The most interesting part is Li, the team leader from your branch bureau."

"He said those two nurses slapped each other, just to frame the police."

"Based on your understanding of them, which one of them is telling the truth?"

It wasn't a lie; he really did investigate!

Without anyone else saying it, Zhang Sen would definitely be capable of doing such a thing.

Why is he telling me this... Yu Dazhang was completely baffled by the other party.

Just now, I admitted it myself, yet the other party interrupted me, and now suddenly there is this twist...

"Are you giving me a chance?" Yu Dazhang asked in disbelief.

The other party had only one purpose: to tell him that someone was taking the blame for this matter.

Sure enough, the Inspector opposite him softened his expression, stared at him, and smiled without speaking.

"I don't need it!" Yu Dazhang suddenly shouted loudly:

"I was the one who hit those two nurses; it has nothing to do with anyone else. Do not drag other people into this!"

One person does the deed, one person takes the responsibility.

Yu Dazhang wouldn't claim to be extremely upright, but he absolutely would not do something that made others take the fall for him.

"Alright, alright, don't get agitated." That Inspector made a downward pressing gesture toward him:

"That's all for today. Don't go back tonight; just rest at the Municipal Bureau. We have arranged an office for you."

Ten o'clock at night, inside an office at the Municipal Bureau.

Li Mingzhao sat in front of a computer; the screen displayed a surveillance feed showing a huge fat man sleeping soundly on a camp bed.

"Killed two people this afternoon, and now under pressure this evening; under such circumstances, he can still fall asleep."

He shook his head helplessly:

"This kid, no wonder he's so fat; his heart is big enough."

(End of this chapter)