Chapter 318

Meng Chengbiao organized the case files of theft cases for a whole morning, and during the lunch time, he ran to sleep secretly.

Doing homicide cases is very tiring. Sleeping when you have time is definitely an important skill to survive without sudden death and to lose less hair and avoid baldness.

Meng Chengbiao mainly felt that Jiang Yuan's plan might take several days, so he started preparing for a protracted war directly.

After he woke up, he even took a bath specially, cleaned up his hair and grooves, and when he came out, there were already several missed calls on his phone.

Meng Chengbiao's psychology immediately skipped a beat, and his whole person became energetic instantly. He dialed a phone back while putting on clothes and asked: "Wang Chuanxing? What's the matter?"

"Team Jiang used the traces inside the lock to match a little thief—en, now it must be an old thief. We are preparing to go out to catch people." Wang Chuanxing was also shouting with his voice raised. He himself was also putting on equipment.

"So fast?" Meng Chengbiao also hurriedly got up to put on clothes.

"In the nine months before the incident, he did more than 4 cases of prying doors, but didn't catch anyone. One of the cases left half a fingerprint, Team Jiang matched it, and then locked onto this old thief."

"Self-sufficient throughout." Meng Chengbiao was speechless. It is equivalent to Jiang Yuan using the traces of hook-spring opening in the lock core of theft cases within 9 months before the incident, matching 4 theft cases, and then using the traces in the theft cases to find the suspect.

He could imagine that the reason why he matched 4 theft cases must be because the evidence left in the previous 3 theft cases could not be directly matched to the suspect.

It is equivalent to Jiang Yuan finding a case, searching the evidence of the case from beginning to end, and if it doesn't work, finding another case.

Calculating this way, during the time he was sleeping, Jiang Yuan had already licked four or five cases from beginning to end. At least.

Meng Chengbiao didn't know how to describe this feeling, but his whole spine felt a bit cold.

"Where are you?" Meng Chengbiao asked while running while putting on clothes.

Wang Chuanxing said: "You wait at the Guishui Road intersection, see if you can wait, if it's too late, wait for us to return."

"Good." Meng Chengbiao asked while running: "What is the situation with the suspect? What is his name?"

"Wang Kedian, 23 years old at the time of the incident, 31 years old now. He has been in prison twice, once for one year, once for one and a half years. After being released from prison, he opened a homestay by the river in the suburbs..." Wang Chuanxing introduced.

Meng Chengbiao gave an

He belongs to the team's interrogation experts; when arresting important criminal suspects, it is best to have him on the scene.

At this very moment, Wang Chuanxing and the others had also put on their stab-proof vests, donned their gloves, hung their police equipment, and, fully armed, sat in the police car, speeding away with sirens wailing.

Compared to the police in the county, the equipment of the police in the provincial capital is more than just a little better.

Take the Ningtai County Criminal Police Brigade, for example: they are usually the same as they are when arresting people, and there is no second set of equipment for them to change into.

The police in Changyang City are different; for any slightly major arrest operation, they will put on equipment like stab-proof vests.

For small-scale arrests or battles in the city, stab-proof vests are divine artifacts. It's just a vest that slightly affects mobility, but it can withstand knife slashes and spear thrusts; even triangular daggers are no problem. A single vest protects almost all important organs except for the head and the crotch—come to think of it, it feels quite useless.

One can imagine that if the gangsters of the past could have been equipped with stab-proof vests, a dozen spirited young men lining up in front and charging, the opposing side's machetes would only be able to tear the clothes, and they would have won the gang fight on the spot.

The police's actions were even simpler: a dozen people knocked open the door of the homestay, swarmed in, and pinned the homestay owner who opened the door against the wall on the spot.

The homestay owner was chubby and wore a long, jet-black braided ponytail, with a large clump of hair wrapped at the end of the braid, hung with decorative items similar to prayer beads.

The police, braving potential resistance, squeezed everyone they saw out of the courtyard.

"It's okay, it's okay, they probably found the wrong place. The police nowadays are crazy about catching drugs; they hear wind and think it's rain. Maybe it's just malicious reporting by a competitor..." the homestay owner was still comforting the guests.

"Wang Kedian, your crime has been committed, come with us." Wang Chuanxing recognized this clansman; the difference between the photo and the person was a bit large, but for the police, it was a basic question.

The homestay owner, having been called by his real name, froze for a moment, feeling a bit flustered, and said in a low voice, "You've got the wrong person."

"Can't be wrong." Wang Chuanxing lifted his hair, took out the photo to compare it, then showed it to him, saying, "Look for yourself, are they the same or not?"

After several years, Wang Kedian had become fatter, older, and uglier. Looking purely at the photo, if one said they were brothers or something, one could perhaps argue a point or two.

But Wang Kedian, having experienced government reform, looked at the vast number of a dozen people rushing in, and his heart was already near collapse; he didn't even have the energy to argue.

This is not the configuration for catching a petty thief.

"I have already... turned over a new leaf," Wang Kedian said in a low voice.

"I'm just asking if it's you. What is your name?" Wang Chuanxing's voice rose, becoming increasingly stern.

He actually just needed to confirm whether they had caught the right person.

Wang Kedian also lost the will to resist for a moment, lowered his head, and said, "I am Wang Kedian."

"We caught the right one." Wang Chuanxing nodded, and the police officer beside him cuffed Wang Kedian.

The guests in the homestay watched in fear and trepidation. Seeing that Wang Kedian was about to be taken away, one suddenly shouted, "Boss, what about the deposit?"

"Wait for me to come back, I'll be back tomorrow!" Wang Kedian struggled hard for a moment.

The tenant said in a small voice, "What if he can't come back?"

His companion whispered, "Then we'll just stay for the duration we paid for."

Wang Kedian heard them talking, and his emotions suddenly collapsed: "Without me here, who will clean the toilets for you, who will make breakfast for you? I turned over a new leaf and started a homestay; I've cleaned more toilets than the bags I've stolen, and in the end, I've lost so much money I don't even recognize myself. If you can make the toilet cleaner than the pockets, I'll admit it, I'll admit it all!"

A group of criminal police let him vent his emotions; this was the best time to record information.

Just like now, he has already admitted the flow of funds, which is a good start.

Detachment.

Meng Chengbiao ultimately didn't make it in time for the arrest, so he went directly to the detachment's interrogation room to prepare.

When Wang Kedian was searched thoroughly and sent in, Meng Chengbiao had already understood the cause and effect and the current situation.

Thump.

Meng Chengbiao placed a thick stack of documents on the table, disguised as the case files and materials.

This is the most basic psychological warfare tactic of interrogators; the coincidence is that it is effective almost every time.

Wang Kedian also trembled.

He is actually an old thief who has studied in both prisons and detention centers; theoretically, he belongs to the high-level criminal category, the kind above level 2.

But this environment of the interrogation room and the predicament he is in very easily make a person's brain feel muddled.

It's just like people who play the stock market or bet on ball games: when they aren't buying stocks or betting, they can often make clear and accurate judgments. But once they really get into the game, the more they buy, the less clear their minds become.

Wang Kedian is the same; he doesn't know how much Meng Chengbiao knows, but his psychological defense line has become heavily pressured due to the grave consequences.

"Do you know what case we are investigating?" Meng Chengbiao asked slowly after his colleague beside him finished the routine questioning.

Wang Kedian smiled and shook his head gently: "I really don't know. I have already turned over a new leaf and decided to be a good person. Look at my homestay; don't look at the fact that few people come, the income isn't low either. I don't lack anything now..."

"On April 11th, 9 years ago, room 1507, Block B of Longhua Tiandi in Changyang City was burglarized, with a loss of 2,700 yuan in cash, 21 pieces of jewelry, one camera..."

"May 3rd. Room 702, Building 16, Phase II of Sunshine City was burglarized, with two laptops, one mobile hard drive, one iPad tablet, and one mobile phone lost..."

"June 15th. Building 3, Phoenix Lake, room 1801 was burglarized, with a loss of 7,200 yuan, 7 pieces of gold and silver jewelry, 20 unopened cosmetics..."

"July 1st, Building 8, room 701 of the Shuidong Water Affairs family compound..."

Meng Chengbiao rattled off 4 cases in one breath, which instead made Wang Kedian breathe a sigh of relief. Burglary cases, well, although there are four... wait, how long will four burglary cases get me sentenced?

Wang Kedian was still thinking when Meng Chengbiao slapped the table: "I don't care about these four cases."

"Ah?" Wang Kedian looked up. If you don't care, why are you looking for me?

"Where were you on November 2nd?" Meng Chengbiao's eyes were sharp, piercing straight into Wang Kedian's vital point.

Wang Kedian froze again, and then his complexion turned somewhat sallow.

He had been a new person for a few years, and his facial expression management was no longer that precise. Most importantly, as a former high-level criminal, he actually knew the police's tactics and interrogation modes.

But precisely because he knew, as he thought with his little brain, he would connect the several cases Meng Chengbiao mentioned together.

At this moment, Wang Kedian's thoughts became complicated.

"You can't run away." Meng Chengbiao's voice was low: "Leniency for confession, severity for resistance. You are an experienced person; I don't need to explain the policy to you again, do I?"

Wang Kedian laughed a few times, it was unclear whether there was sarcasm in it.

"You are through... what makes you think that I did all these cases?" Wang Kedian spoke again, as if questioning him.

Meng Chengbiao, however, secretly smiled in his heart. To him, when a suspect says this sentence, it's like a young person buying something asking "Can it be cheaper?"—it's the final struggle before giving in.

"Just tell me whether you did these cases or not." Meng Chengbiao wouldn't reveal a single bit of information.

If this enters the litigation stage, the suspect's side, if they hire a lawyer, can learn the relevant details through reviewing the files and can discuss the validity of the evidence.

But in China, suspects in the interrogation stage cannot obtain relevant information. Meng Chengbiao's approach, stating all the cases, is already a very rare situation.

And the reason he did this is, on one hand, he has mastered a great deal of evidence, especially in the situation where the hook and lock-picking tool used by Wang Kedian were also found; the evidence is already to the extent that even if Wang Kedian doesn't speak, he can be sent in with zero confession.

Jiang Yuan can also trace and find more cases through the same method.

And Meng Chengbiao's main purpose is the homicide case; in order to get the confession for the homicide, Meng Chengbiao can give these few burglary cases to Wang Kedian.

Anyway, it's already the death penalty, so why bother with this little bit of sentence time?

Wang Kedian also thought of this, and his complexion gradually turned from sallow to deathly pale.