Chapter 441: This Job Isn't for Ordinary People

If he won't speak, then we'll just solve the case with zero confession... Yu Dazhang thought this was no problem.

It's 2014 now; convicting someone with zero confession is hardly news anymore.

As long as the evidence corroborates each other and forms a closed chain, the crime can be established.

"He said nothing?" Yu Dazhang asked.

"Not exactly," the officer replied, "

"He gave his basic info, answering every question, but when asked about details related to the case, he started denying everything flatly and refused to confess."

Still hoping for a lucky break... Yu Dazhang immediately guessed the method's idea.

He must think he cleaned the scene thoroughly, leaving no direct evidence, which is why he's sticking to his guns like a stubborn duck.

The bloody clothes and the small hammer were probably cleaned by him too; otherwise, he wouldn't be so confident.

Looking at it this way, it is indeed a bit troublesome.

"If the existing evidence isn't enough, keep looking."

Yu Dazhang suggested:

"We've already caught the suspect; why fear lacking evidence for conviction?"

He still knows his place.

Since a special task force is handling this case, he can't interfere too much, lest he break the rules.

The reason he stepped in to help yesterday was entirely out of respect for Captain Wei.

Now that he's helped Captain Wei, the remaining work naturally falls to the special task force to handle themselves.

We've secured the murder weapon and the suspect for you, and even found the indirect evidence; if you still can't solve the case, you might as well quit and go home to hold your babies.

The officers present could obviously hear the subtext in Yu Dazhang's words.

But it didn't matter; as long as the case was solved, they didn't care what others said.

Besides, being provoked by this fat man didn't make them angry at all.

As long as you can tell our fortune, insult us however you like; we accept it.

"The evidence isn't what's urgent right now."

Another officer stepped forward half a pace and spoke:

"We currently don't even know the suspect's motive for murder, so it's hard to form a complete chain of evidence."

So they came to me to tell their fortune... Yu Dazhang felt somewhat conflicted.

If he helped any further, this case would fall squarely on his shoulders.

They had worked themselves to the bone for over half a month, only for him to come along and reap the rewards; it made him feel a bit awkward.

After thinking it over, Yu Dazhang sighed:

"I'll give it a try."

Since he'd already started helping, he might as well see it through; it was impossible to wash his hands of it now.

Half an hour later, Yu Dazhang met the suspect in the interrogation room.

"Name?"

"Officer, you've already asked for my identity information; there's no need to ask again, is there?"

"Name!"

"Li... Li Linjun."

"Age?"

"34 years old."

"Occupation?"

"Currently unemployed."

While questioning, Yu Dazhang was also carefully observing the other man.

This suspect named Li Linjun was tall and burly, with a dark complexion; he looked like someone who had done manual labor for years.

"What job did you do before?"

As Yu Dazhang asked this, his gaze fell on the other man's wrists.

Those were thick, sturdy wrists, their diameter clearly at least one size larger than an average person's.

Veins bulged on the surface of the skin, giving a sense of great explosive power.

Obviously, this was a trait of his profession. "I was a foreman at a construction site," Li Linjun answered in detail:

"I contracted one specific type of work; I was the smallest kind of contractor."

Dodging the heavy to focus on the light... Yu Dazhang was too familiar with this tactic.

Any suspect with a bit of brains would use this move.

He seemed to answer in great detail, but in reality, he was hiding the most important information.

"You couldn't have become a foreman the moment you went to the construction site."

Yu Dazhang stared at him and asked:

"Before becoming a foreman, what specific trade did you work?"

Sure enough, upon hearing this question, Li Linjun hesitated noticeably, but finally answered:

"Scaffolder."

This time, he didn't elaborate further, just dryly said those three words.

That matches... Yu Dazhang had some understanding of this trade.

Simply put, a scaffolder installs scaffolding on the exterior walls of buildings during construction.

This scaffolding serves both as safety protection and facilitates workers performing exterior wall operations.

Don't underestimate this kind of work — most people really couldn't do it.

To install steel pipes weighing dozens of jin high in the air, you need not only strength but also a strong sense of spatial awareness, and you have to be able to handle working at height.

An ordinary person standing up high would already have weak knees, let alone fiddling with steel pipes weighing dozens of jin.

It's no exaggeration to say that the difficulty of working as a scaffold-er is even greater than that of those professional spider-workers who do high-altitude jobs.

"This footprint is yours, isn't it."

Yu Dazhang picked up a photo from the desk and held the front side facing him.

"No." Li Linjun shook his head in denial:

"Why would I jump up there for no reason?"

The fact that he could go from a scaffold-er to a contractor is enough on its own to prove he's someone who knows how to use his brain.

And his psychological fortitude is strong enough too.

In Yu Dazhang's view, Li Linjun was clearly lying, yet he could do it without blushing or his heart skipping a beat — clearly his scheming runs deep.

When everyone, Li Linjun included, thought Yu Dazhang would keep pressing, he put the photo down instead.

He then picked up another photo and held it toward Li Linjun:

"You must recognize this little hammer, right?"

The moment he saw this photo, Li Linjun's expression changed instantly, but he still shook his head and said:

"Never seen it. My job doesn't need this kind of tool."

When he answered, his gaze was lowered, deliberately avoiding the photo.

Yu Dazhang nodded, then looked at the officer beside him who was in charge of taking notes:

"Has he seen all these photos already?"

"No." The officer immediately denied it:

"He kept not talking, so last night we only went over some basic information — the evidence was never shown to him."

When this officer answered, he turned his head to look at Yu Dazhang.

He noticed Yu Dazhang seemed very casual — not a trace of tension or seriousness on his face — giving the impression he didn't seem to take this interrogation very seriously.

Not just him — even Li Linjun on the other side could feel it.

In his eyes, the police officer across from him had actually started chatting with the person beside him during the interrogation.

Yu Dazhang, for his part, didn't care at all about their reactions. After turning back, he switched to another photo:

"Take a look at this bloodstained shirt."

This time, before Li Linjun could answer, he picked up another photo:

"And these pants."

Yu Dazhang held up these two photos and said, looking at the man across from him:

"You're really clever — you left behind the clothes, the pants, and the cleaned murder weapon, but you just had to wear the shoes away."

"Of all these items, only the shoes on your feet wouldn't arouse suspicion, and you could take the chance of a trip to get rid of them."

He put the photos down and picked up a document, on which was written "DNA Test Report."

"Locard's exchange principle — once there's contact, traces will inevitably be left behind."

Yu Dazhang looked at Li Linjun, a glint of sharpness flickering in his eyes:

"Tell me, would the clothes you say you wore have your DNA on them?"

(End of this chapter)