Chapter 586

Jiang Yuan and others watched the middle-aged man who cut down the tree sign and press his fingerprint, and finally was taken out and sent directly to the detention center.

Cutting down a small tree casually, even if caught, at most it is compensation for money. If you cut down more, or the amount is large, at most administrative detention, but this one cut down is a precious pine tree with years—the fortune teller named it, naturally it must be a bit conspicuous. The park quoted 20,000, and the follow-up price bureau evaluation was only high and not low, which was a proper criminal detention level.

Jiang Yuan watched the uncle being taken away with handcuffs, and couldn't help but say "The work of the police station is also quite interesting."

"This is considered a more interesting part." Director Tan smiled. Jiang Yuan didn't say much. There are not a few boring parts, and forensic medicine is not a few.

Creak. The interrogation room had been empty for a few minutes, and another criminal suspect was sent in. Meng Cheng, who was sitting at the head, didn't even move his butt, like a HR of a bad factory, staring and asking "What's your name?" The criminal suspect sitting in the seat was tall and fat, with fine dragons tattooed on his arms, and his bald head was shaved brighter than a turtle head.

Two eyes as big as copper bells, slightly staring, had a fierce spirit overflowing. He heard the question, and his black eyebrows twisted, and he said loudly "Report to the government, my name is Huang Biao."

"Have you been to jail." Meng Cheng asked.

"Been there!" He lowered his head and said in a low voice "Stealing diesel sentenced to one year and two months, stealing diesel sentenced to two years, stealing diesel sentenced to three and a half years..." Meng Cheng sitting opposite was stunned for a while, before recalling the content in the case file "Oh, you were sentenced three times."

"Yes." Criminal suspect Huang Biao was submissive.

"This is the fourth time."

"Yes."

"Let me see... you have several cases directly this time, then you will sit for a long time this time... It might be ten years. Huang Biao was stunned "No, government... I... I just stole oil."

"Then I will read it for you, April 7th, April 3rd, March 21st of this year, what are you doing?"

"This..."

"March 16th, March 14th, you were also stealing oil, right?" Huang Biao didn't dare to speak. He was only bold on the outside, but facing the disaster of prison, he was actually not bold.

Meng Cheng

With a "hmm", he put the case file aside "If you are not sensible, I will send you to the detention center first. When we are busy here, I will let my subordinates do another record for you, okay. Huang Biao was shocked, and hurriedly said "I am sensible, I am sensible!"

"What are you sensible about?" Huang Biao tried to ask "What do you want me to be sensible about?"

"Hand over a few accomplices, we save some heart, count you as making contributions." Meng Cheng also had a slick tone.

Huang Biao hesitated for a few seconds and asked "How many?"

"Whatever you want. If you confess more, you will sit in jail for a shorter time. If you are unwilling to make contributions, others will make contributions." Meng Cheng said in a slick tone.

In fact, it is about the same. Some people act arrogantly, so it is easy to be reported by peers. And what peers can master is just those people.

Huang Biao pulled with Meng Cheng for two sentences, and began to spit out slowly. This spit is three people, all of whom are oil-stealing thieves who have worked with him temporarily.

The case-handling personnel recorded without surprise or joy. Ordinary small cases are actually so simple. Catch a few people, and you can start rolling the snowball.

Typically, like catching prostitution, now they are turning people over from the collection records of young ladies. Those who turn over slowly may be notified to accept punishment half a year later.

Stealing oil is about the same. Ordinary criminals are sentenced to less than three years, but if they can find a few old friends to be together, they will come out in a year or a half. It is the so-called two people sharing the pain, and the pain is only one-half... Meng Cheng squeezed Huang Biao dry, let people push him out, drank water, and waited for the next one to come in.

Just like what he said to Huang Biao, today's criminal suspects, those who are willing to confess quickly, will make detailed records.

Those who have to boil, are sent directly to the detention center. When today's arrest work is over, send someone to the detention center to slowly mention people for interrogation.

The evidence chain pulled out by Jiang Yuan, just what was collected before, is enough to catch people. Just find a little more evidence at the scene, or the criminal suspects point to each other, and the evidence for criminal detention is more than enough.

One for one, one after another, the interrogation work soon became a bitter job like an assembly line.

Meng Cheng was calm. Work is work. When he worked in the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment before, he often encountered similar situations.

When encountering major actions, several brigades set off together, and it is common to catch hundreds of people in one breath.

In provincial capital cities, the scale of crime will become larger, which is the case. Of course, when in Changyang City, there are always more interrogation personnel, but the nature of the work has not changed.

"Name?" Meng Cheng looked at the person under interrogation and sat down, then opened a new case file.

"An Zhiqiang." There is a strong fear in the criminal suspect's voice. Meng Cheng looked up and had no sympathy at all.

Just today, the cases that passed through his hands were almost double digits. Don't look at the criminal suspects from different places and with different experiences, but in the final analysis, they are almost the same kind of people.

"Age." Meng Cheng asked.

"25, 26 years old." An Zhiqiang answered. Meng Cheng curled his lips and asked step by step. When the interrogation was about to end, Meng Cheng saw An Zhiqiang shivering, so he comforted him "You don't have to be afraid, go to prison and reform well, strive to make contributions, and you will come out in a year or two."

"What if I report a few more people?" This An Zhiqiang classmate also provided his

"Colleagues" were all provided, but the effect achieved obviously did not satisfy him. Meng Cheng smiled "If you can report a few more people, of course you can make more contributions, but it is impossible not to sit in jail at all, unless it is a great contribution."

"Murder case, counts as a great contribution?" An Zhiqiang's voice became low.

"Of course, if you can report a murder case that the police don't know about, it's possible for your case to be counted as a suspended sentence." Meng Cheng's attention began to concentrate.

Don't look at An Zhiqiang's weak appearance, it doesn't affect him knowing some hidden news. An Zhiqiang hesitated again.

Meng Cheng pulled with him for a while. An Zhiqiang opened his mouth again, and it was amazing "I saw my mother and her boyfriend, both of them killed someone and dismembered the body Meng Cheng didn't expect that he was 40 years old this year, and he could still interrogate new things. Murder and dismemberment, the difficulty of this kind of case has never been small. But reporting his mother for murder—Meng Cheng asked himself, if it were him, he would rather sit in jail for a few more years than do so. The murder case was confirmed, and there was a dismemberment plot, basically it was the death penalty. Meng Cheng used the method of recording to delay for a few seconds, thought slightly, and struck while the iron was hot and asked "Where is the body?"

"They transported it out and buried it." An Zhiqiang said.

"Where was it buried?"

"Don't know."

"Who is the victim?"

"I don't know, don't recognize." An Zhiqiang answered quickly. Meng Cheng grabbed the time to ask a few key questions, and then said "Tell me about the specific situation you saw." An Zhiqiang recalled, his body couldn't help but tremble, and then said "I went home early that day, and heard movement in the room. I didn't think much, and opened the bathroom door... My mother was dismembering the body at that time, and lied to me that she was killing a sheep. There was still a shoe on that thigh..." Meng Cheng continued to ask for details, and secretly sent information to Jiang Yuan and others.

At the beginning, he was not sure whether An Zhiqiang was telling the truth or a lie. Some mentally ill patients would even confess the plot they imagined.

However, as his inquiry deepened, the possibility of the existence of a murder case was already very high.