Chapter 1240: Interrogation

Woo-woo, woo-woo...

The police car wailed loudly, delivering two carloads of people.

Wu Zhisu watched from upstairs, his brows locked, unsure if he would like the scene that was about to unfold.

While solving a case is certainly gratifying, if it's solved too easily, it makes one look overly foolish—not just because the case wasn't solved, but because of Huang Qiangmin's deception!

A dignified captain of a criminal police detachment, being deceived by someone—what kind of situation is that! If it were a bureau chief or someone like that who deceived him, that would be one thing, but to be deceived by a former captain of a criminal police detachment, it really is... greatly cunning!

Wu Zhisu anticipated Huang Qiangmin's cunning, but he didn't expect the Yellow Crocodile to be this cunning... So, facing such a cunning fellow, what should he do...

As Wu Zhisu thought, his brows knit together...

"Captain Wu, do you want to listen in on the conversation?" Huang Qiangmin walked over with a light step, his voice as small as a piece of rotten old wood floating past in a river.

"Sure, listening in is fine too." Wu Zhisu turned his head and gave a smile, like a young boy seeing a pretty girl in class, smiling so tensely that it looked a bit fake.

Huang Qiangmin handed over a cigarette out of habit, lit it for both of them, and then said as they walked: "Jiang Yuan had the victim's children and several close relatives brought over. Let's ask them first and see. As for the suspect, let him sit in the interrogation room for a while; there's no rush."

"Good." This was all standard procedure; Wu Zhisu naturally wouldn't interfere.

The two went down to the interrogation center and entered a conference room, where they saw more than a dozen people sitting, all facing a piece of one-way transparent glass.

On the other side of the one-way glass was a standard conversation room, with a sofa, a coffee table, teacups, and small snacks. At this moment, the victim's daughter and son were sitting there, along with Meng Chengbiao, who was in charge of the conversation.

And behind the observers in the room, on the other side of another piece of one-way glass, was a standard interrogation room, with iron windows, iron bars, an interrogation table and chair fixed to the ground, and most importantly, the entire room was padded.

"Damn." Wu Zhisu was stunned: "You all have this kind of thing installed in your county?"

"Hey, brother police bureau's favor." Huang Qiangmin smiled.

Wu Zhisu was speechless; it was just extortion, wasn't it.

"You even installed it on both sides? One room to observe two rooms?"

"If one room only observes one room, wouldn't that be a waste? Foreign TV shows are all about luxury." Huang Qiangmin evaluated it first, then pointed to both sides and said: "Look at ours, one side is an inquiry room, the other side is an interrogation room. You use whichever side you need to look at. The sound also comes out of a microphone, and they can be turned on and off at any time. When not in use in the middle, both sides can be used as ordinary interrogation rooms. Sit down and watch."

As he spoke, Huang Qiangmin pulled Wu Zhisu to sit in the first row.

There were three more rows behind.

Yes, the Chinese-style one-way transparent glass interrogation room. In the room used for observation next door, there were four rows of seats, and the scene could be turned into a small lecture hall at any time.

Huang Qiangmin had considered everything comprehensively. Leaders at all levels would definitely come to Ningtai County to inspect the work later. Especially for some major and important cases, when leaders come to watch, what can they watch? What is more appropriate than the interrogation session, directly letting the suspect confess?

You ask why the suspect would confess? If you must have this sense of security, we can wait until the suspect confesses and then interrogate them again.

In Wu Zhisu's mind, many good ways to use the one-way transparent interrogation room flowed through. After sitting down, he couldn't help but look left and right, like a 40-year-old middle-aged man walking into a KTV box for the first time...

"This box of yours... pfft, this room of yours still needs soundproofing, right? Can the people on the other side hear us talking? How much sound can it block? Have you tested it?" Wu Zhisu asked a series of questions.

Huang Qiangmin smiled for a moment, thought about it, and said: "Let's put it this way, you can curse at people as much as you want, and the people on the other side won't hear it."

"That works, that works." Wu Zhisu nodded repeatedly, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Is it expensive?"

"Donated by the Zhengguang Bureau... pfft, supported by the counterpart, it's estimated to be a bit floating. The final price we negotiated was this..." Huang Qiangmin said, whispering a number in Wu Zhisu's ear.

"That's not cheap!" Wu Zhisu hissed, as if he had been bitten.

"It depends on how you think about it. It might be useless for solving cases directly, but we are building the police force, not just solving cases. If you say it's useless, conference rooms are also useless, but don't we still have to build so many? By the way, there's also this..." Huang Qiangmin handed a cigarette to Wu Zhisu and lit it for him.

"Hiss..." Wu Zhisu took a puff of the cigarette, looked at the clean and bright interrogation room, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Don't say, you really don't say..."

"Everyone have one." Huang Qiangmin said, handing out cigarettes to the criminal police behind him, and laughed: "Isn't this better than being cooped up in an interrogation room."

Everyone laughed and took the cigarettes, all saying the Political Commissar is a good role model.

Woo-woo-woo-woo...

In the inquiry room next door, the victim's family began to cry.

The expressions of Huang Qiangmin and the others tightened, and they naturally quieted down. Every criminal police officer knows that this is the meat of the play.

"My dad said mom ran away, just like the wife of the Liu family and the Fourth Uncle's family, thinking it was too poor and bitter, and went to the city to find other men... I don't believe it. I said my mom couldn't have left like that..." The victim's daughter was already at university age. At this moment, she was crying like rain, having already fallen from the sofa to the ground.

Meng Chengbiao, sitting opposite, handed a clean handkerchief to the girl and said: "It's all in the past, it's all in the past..."

"Is it my mom?" The daughter suddenly raised her head, looked at Meng Chengbiao, and said seriously: "Are you sure it's my mom?"

"Sure. DNA was also done, and it all matches." Meng Chengbiao nodded slightly.

"Mom..." The daughter wailed loudly.

"Before mom left, did she ask you anything? Did she say she was taking you with her?" Meng Chengbiao guided them step by step.

The daughter shook her head vigorously, and the victim's son next to her couldn't help but cry out loud.

"Mom cooked for us that morning. When we came back in the evening, mom was gone." The son wailed even louder. He was two years younger than his sister, his face was covered in acne, and he was thin and tall, crying extremely ugly.

There was crying in the inquiry room, but Meng Chengbiao's expression was calm.

He didn't urge them, even though he knew someone was watching next door. He waited quietly until the two people's crying subsided a little, then immediately followed up: "Dad said mom ran away. Did mom take anything? Clothes, money?"

"Dad said she took a bag of clothes." The sister said softly.

"How many pieces did she take? Were they clothes mom usually liked to wear?" Meng Chengbiao continued to ask.

The sister didn't answer.

Meng Chengbiao then changed his angle and asked: "When mom left, did she take any jewelry?"

The sister still didn't answer. At this time, the son suddenly raised his head and asked: "So what if she took it? So what if she didn't?"

Meng Chengbiao sighed intentionally and said: "If she left on her own, she would usually take some personal change of clothes. Of course, some people do have a hot head when they leave, just stuffing a few clothes and leaving. But if she decided not to return, she would at least take her jewelry. There are many places to spend money outside; she can't leave without any money."

"We don't know how much money was at home. Besides, the family was very poor at that time, and she didn't have much valuable jewelry." The son argued.

Meng Chengbiao knew what he meant without saying it. At this time, he didn't play riddles at all and said directly: "If your mom wanted to leave something valuable for the family, assuming she decided to leave and was still willing to do so, she might leave gold jewelry. But at the very least, she would be willing to take the jewelry she liked that wasn't valuable, because jewelry is very light and easier to carry. For example, did you give your mom any hair ties or something?"

The sister raised her head, looking a bit dazed, and said: "I bought her a necklace; it was a red bird, and she liked it quite a bit... She didn't take it either. I thought..."

As the sister spoke, she sat on the floor, hugging her knees and crying loudly.

The younger brother also had tears in his eyes, not knowing what to say.

Meng Chengbiao took out a piece of paper at this time and said: "This is a copy of a page from the forensic report. You can see that before the victim died, she was hit by a hammer, and there were defensive wounds on her hands..."

The sister and brother took the A4 paper with dazed eyes, their eyes looking at the words on it with a bit of focus loss.

"Your mom was murdered." Meng Chengbiao said in a low voice: "She didn't abandon you; she didn't mean to leave you behind... Who do you think the murderer is?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1241 =====