Chapter 277: Slaughterhouse Boss

Liu Jinghui is not the kind of police officer who likes to engage in human sea tactics. But back and forth, he actually used the manpower of the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment to the extent of 150%.

Liu Jinghui specifically made a phone call to Yu Wenshu to explain the situation to show that he was not wasting resources.

Yu Wenshu didn't care at all, and even took it all on himself: "Working on murder cold cases, what is using more than a hundred people? Hahaha, as long as the case can be solved, you use a thousand people, I will find a way to gather people for you. You can use it with peace of mind. If I frown, I will punish myself with three cups next time we eat."

Liu Jinghui laughed twice to join in the fun, chatted for two more sentences, and then hung up the phone.

Yu Wenshu's words were very clear. Using people is okay, but the case must be solved. If the case can be solved, using more people is also okay.

Then what if the case can't be solved?

Liu Jinghui doesn't like to engage in human sea tactics, which is also part of the reason.

The responsibility is too great. After so many people have put in so much labor, talking about romance and happiness can no longer be talked about.

The problem is that Liu Jinghui's reasoning is not always successful, especially when the coordination in all aspects is not perfect enough. His reasoning that penetrates the essence often cannot be verified in time before it is quietly dragged away.

Although Liu Jinghui has also worked on several big cases, in such cases, there is usually another core command, and he usually can only play the role of a staff officer.

Most of the senior police chiefs in the provincial department are like this. When they arrive at the local area, they can indeed put forward many suggestions, but whether to do it and how to do it specifically are all operated by the local criminal police.

He, a cadre from the provincial department, sounds very high-level and is also very respected, but he cannot manage personnel or money. Just wanting to do things is also very easy to encounter obstacles.

Most of the time, the people in charge in various places just talk nicely. Once the case progress reaches the waters he doesn't like, or the resources used exceed his psychological endurance, the words said before will not count.

But this time, Yu Wenshu really delegated power.

It's just that it wasn't really delegated to Liu Jinghui.

Liu Jinghui couldn't help but look at Jiang Yuan. This guy actually conquered the detachment captain of the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment by the way of working on cases.

Thinking about it, it's the same. The cases Jiang Yuan has worked on, without waiting for the follow-up, are basically in a state of ironclad evidence.

Most of the murder cases can even be handled without the suspect's confession, and zero confession can be handled.

Such a Jiang Yuan is naturally easy to get the recognition of criminal police captains.

In contrast, Liu Jinghui's reasoning is often a bit ethereal. Especially when it cannot be argued, it will even be required by the prosecution to supplement the investigation.

"There is nothing to do today. Jiang Yuan, you go to rest well and see if there is any good news tomorrow." Liu Jinghui envied him and also took care of Jiang Yuan.

Murder cold cases are endless. There are bundles of forms to fill out. However, Liu Jinghui didn't ask Jiang Yuan to do it.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the various documents in front of Liu Jinghui and said with high emotional intelligence: "We have been running around all afternoon, I'll help you write some reports."

"This..." Liu Jinghui was worried that Jiang Yuan wouldn't write, so he hesitated.

Jiang Yuan sat aside, took a report, looked at it twice, and started writing.

After writing, he handed it to Liu Jinghui and took another one.

Liu Jinghui looked at it with some surprise.

Unexpectedly good.

Liu Jinghui looked at Jiang Yuan strangely: "You have practiced this?"

"Hmm... during my studies, I dabbled a little." What can Jiang Yuan say? Can he say he picked up a skill of official document writing lv4? Can he say his official document writing ability beats eight Lius?

Jiang Yuan couldn't say it either, while Liu Jinghui read it back and forth twice.

He felt that Jiang Yuan wrote quite well. To the extent that he wanted to pick out mistakes, he couldn't pick them out.

Official documents are very plain things, especially ordinary official documents. They are things without any tricks. There are ready-made templates, just follow them.

However, official documents can really become decisions, form resolutions, and become evidence. If you think this kind of thing has no emphasis, then you are too young.

The so-called seeing the truth in the ordinary, this kind of thing that truly embodies the power of words is very difficult for ordinary civil servants who have not experienced devastation

to write well.

Grassroots police officers generally write very roughly.

Those who write well are from higher municipal bureaus or provincial departments. This is a necessary skill for both places.

For example, police officers like Wang Chuanxing and Tang Jia, who have high academic qualifications and are willing to learn, and have the conditions to learn, are good hands at handling official documents.

As for Jiang Yuan, it's not that Liu Jinghui discriminates against him. If he studied well, why would he go to the county bureau—it's not right, this guy is from Jiang Village and passed the exam back home.

Liu Jinghui took a deep breath and asked Jiang Yuan: "To what extent did you dabble in this dabbling?"

Jiang Yuan didn't hide it, thought about it and said: "Just to the extent of my scene investigation."

His crime scene investigation lv4, now that he does more, can still rise a little. Official document writing hasn't been practiced, but picking it up is lv4, basically on the same level.

Liu Jinghui took a full breath, grabbed a handful of reports and threw them to Jiang Yuan, saying: "Try it."

Jiang Yuan smiled: "I can't write all of them either. I can't write some."

Jiang Yuan said as he picked and chose. He took one of the six reports, thought about it and left one, saying: "I'll write these two first. If there is a problem, I'll tell you."

"Good." Liu Jinghui saw this and felt a little relieved. It was finally not really a monster that dabbled in everything... Liu Jinghui thought about it: Could this be a high-level application in official document writing, pushing back when facing it?

And it's the kind that doesn't give a standard?

Without a standard, you can apply it flexibly. Flexible application means power...

The power of grassroots civil servants flows under the tips of pens.

Liu Jinghui then couldn't help but think that Jiang Yuan's official documents are written so well, and he took the initiative to write official documents, which is equivalent to applying for power and obtaining power. Now it seems that he has found a reason to push responsibility...

Jiang Yuan soon went back to rest.

He helped Liu Jinghui write official documents, mainly because he saw that he had a lot of work, and on the other hand, he also occasionally used his skills to understand the situation inside and outside the special task force.

Satisfied, Jiang Yuan lost interest.

He would rather spend his time on the case.

One night of deep sleep.

When he woke up, Jiang Yuan was still in a daze at the reception house.

The hotel he stayed in recently seems to have a bit poor conditions. If the people who died every time were all kinds of chairmen, the living conditions would probably be much better.

Breakfast is the bean curd characteristic of Dawan Village, large basin, added water, served with steamed buns and side dishes. Everything is eaten casually, but there are only a few types.

The taste is okay, it belongs to the characteristic that can be eaten but is not very delicious.

Liu Jinghui moved the headquarters to the local police station.

The business of the police station is actually very much. Especially the police station in this kind of large town and large village, dozens of people are busy every day, and being occupied for half a corridor, it is impossible not to be annoyed.

But Liu Jinghui couldn't care so much. The news sent back by the police officers on business trips is a lot, which means that the procedure of catching people and interrogating here is likely to be entered. At that time, the basic configuration must be available, otherwise the chain of evidence will be questioned.

The police station cooperated awkwardly. By noon, important news began to be sent back.

"The slaughterhouse boss has been found. Colleagues in the front said that this guy should know something. Now he is being persuaded to come back and take the afternoon flight." Sitting in the small office given by the police station, Liu Jinghui suppressed his excitement.

The cold case from 11 years ago has already achieved a breakthrough. If the slaughterhouse boss really has a problem, the case is basically considered broken.

Even if the murderer cannot be caught for a while, for a murder cold case, being able to reach the stage of chasing and fleeing can be called perfect.

"No resistance?" Jiang Yuan asked. 【2

"There's some resistance in their language, so we should consider that now. Once they're in the interrogation room, we'll ask them properly." Even if the suspects are wavering, the risks of questioning or interrogating them outside are very high; under normal circumstances, it's still best to bring them back before asking.

And as far as the domestic interrogation mechanism is concerned, normal people don't resist too fiercely once they reach the interrogation room. As long as the interrogators can explain the pros and cons clearly to them, and make them understand that the domestic judicial system is different from the American one, and that

it's impossible for a lawyer to come in and speak for them, most people whose problems aren't very serious will confess.

As for those who don't confess, that will only make the interrogators excited, because this situation often implies very serious problems; one careless move could involve a homicide.

Those who truly like to talk about interrogation techniques and like to add weight to an interrogation are from the old pre-trial model. Especially when treating the digging up of cold cases as performance metrics, the interrogation mode changes.

Nowadays, there is no pre-trial anymore; if the slaughterhouse owner didn't kill anyone, after a plane ride, most would have figured it out.

"However, it's unlikely that the escort personnel will apply pressure to the suspect during transport. Not only can they not apply pressure, but they must constantly comfort the suspect, telling him, 'It's okay, it's fine, once we get there and clarify things, it'll be over'..."

A piece of trivia: the moment a police officer smiles the most is not at their wedding, but when escorting a suspect.

Evening.

The slaughterhouse owner was sent directly to the Changyang City Bureau's case-handling center.

When he was invited onto the interrogation chair and handcuffed, especially when the restraint belt was put on, this somewhat portly slaughterhouse owner became visibly panicked.

"Isn't this just for questioning? Why the handcuffs, and what is this..." The slaughterhouse owner twisted, the chains making a clattering sound.

"A restraint belt; just think of it as a seatbelt." Liu Jinghui answered his question, then, looking at the slaughterhouse owner's expression, went straight to the point: "Do you know why we're looking for you?"

"Debt collection?" The slaughterhouse owner asked cautiously.

"We are police." Liu Jinghui emphasized, then added: "Do you remember the cold case from 11 years ago?"

"Which police department are you from?" The slaughterhouse owner countered.

"I am Liu Jinghui from the Provincial Department." Liu Jinghui showed his credentials.

The slaughterhouse owner looked carefully, then stayed stunned for a few seconds before saying: "I remember, the taxi driver died. You don't think I killed him, do you?"

"If you explain yourself clearly, we won't."

"Hmm... alright. I can talk about it." The slaughterhouse owner sighed.