[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner":3,"chapter-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-967":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Nation's Forensic Medical Examiner",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2327662,4551,"Chapter 967: Listed Company","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-967",967,"\u003Cp>“Don’t scare me—I was still playing with mud when you were pulling scams!” Old Pu slammed the table with his cuffed hands, straining his whole body as if trying to uproot the chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer chuckled: “Old Pu, don’t rush. You’re ruining your own image like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you the one who wanted to see how I operate in society? This is exactly how I operate in society!” Old Pu fumed like a porcupine, his eyes bulging as if ready to burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re angry because I hit the nail on the head.” The interrogating officer hadn’t expected it to be this easy—he’d anticipated a tough battle, but now he recalled that Jiang Yuan had already laid all the groundwork, and Old Pu’s emotional state under the threat of death was far from the calm facade he’d shown before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu began rocking his chair, shifting his buttocks, struggling to break free from his restraints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer waited quietly until Old Pu had exhausted himself, then said coldly: “Now that you’re done throwing a tantrum, let’s resume the interrogation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu muttered: “All that talk about tool marks and forensic traces? Pure nonsense…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know why we never caught you back then?” The interrogating officer suddenly shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question was critical—Old Pu naturally wanted to know too, and he was instantly frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer exchanged a glance with the officer beside him. Normally, police wouldn’t reveal much to suspects—sometimes not even why they were arrested—just forcing them to confess until they ended up arresting ducks while thinking they were catching chickens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Old Pu was different. He was a seasoned veteran, not some lowlife grunt stuck in the gutter. He’d actually made real money—he’d been a true big-time player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone knows, the hardest things in the world are stuffing your thoughts into someone else’s head and slipping someone else’s money into your own pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who makes money in an industry—especially big money—must have a solid understanding of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Old Pu himself said, it was still hard to fool him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now was the time for real evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer wasn’t like Jiang Yuan, who could arrest three people in an hour. His most important task right now was interrogating Old Pu—even if it took days. He’d prepared thoroughly: “We didn’t catch you back then because our investigation direction was wrong. We never considered the victim was murdered over a basement commercial lease issue—we focused too much on property division, inheritance, and his past enemies…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer smiled, elaborating further: “Rent prices fluctuate with the market. Later, your boss rented it—that was still market rate. But the victim himself was a rough character. His thousands of square meters of basement commercial space? The income wasn’t clean. Following the principle that the one who profits most is most likely the killer, we circled around for ages and still couldn’t crack the case.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The victim’s thousands of square meters of basement commercial space were in Jingcheng—even eighteen years ago, that was wealth beyond ordinary people’s reach. Combined with his other assets and the fierce battles over inheritance among his business partners and relatives, the police’s focus had veered off course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, no one imagined the killer was a prospective tenant trying to lease that space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the investigation direction wrong, the case naturally remained unsolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer looked at Old Pu and smiled: “But now we’ve found you. We’re investigating this case with you as the sole focus. What do you think will happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu feigned calm: “I don’t know how you plan to frame me, but this case is so old—can’t you just say whatever you want and call it truth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your knife was actually quite famous.” The interrogating officer began: “You liked it a lot, didn’t you? You only got rid of it later because your boss demanded it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu stayed silent, face tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer smiled: “See? You used that knife in three assault cases and one murder. You say the murder wasn’t yours, and the victim can’t come forward to testify. But the victims of those three assaults are still alive—they recognized your photo the moment they saw it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer counted on his fingers: “Your famous knife—did you lend it to someone else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu said nothing. He was a seasoned criminal—he instantly recognized the trap the officer had laid. If he admitted lending it, he’d immediately admit guilt for three assaults, possibly including serious injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he’d have to explain who he lent it to. Without a prearranged scapegoat, naming anyone randomly was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For detectives, if you claim someone borrowed the knife, you must specify the time, place, and reason. When police arrest that person, they’ll ask the same questions. If the stories don’t match, one of you is lying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couples often can’t resolve arguments because no one records them—no voice recorders, no cameras. But if you applied interrogation methods, you’d always find a winner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overseas interrogations work similarly—that’s why lawyers always tell clients, “Don’t say a word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In China, unless the detective ends the interrogation, the lawyer can’t even see the suspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu relied entirely on experience to resist interrogation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The detective across from him, behind the iron-barred window, smiled, then tapped the table: “You won’t break until you see the coffin, huh? Want me to tell you a few more things?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead.” Old Pu sensed something was wrong, but he still wanted to hear what evidence the police had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His current hope was that the knife had been disposed of. Back then, young and foolish, he’d finally gotten a good Nepalese blade and couldn’t bear to throw it away after using it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, after using it to kill someone, he’d finally gotten rid of it. But why didn’t he switch knives when he killed? It was murder—he had to use the most convenient weapon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighteen years ago, Old Pu lived day to day—he never imagined he’d one day go clean and get rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer slapped a file: “Old Pu, remember the boasts you made back then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu flinched, then said: “Boasts aren’t truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some boasts made in prison turn out to be true.” The interrogating officer paused: “Someone remembers them vividly—details match the crime scene perfectly. And police never released those details publicly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On-site identification is a crucial part of criminal investigations and a vital safeguard against wrongful convictions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under torture, even if someone falsely confesses, they can’t accurately describe the crime scene—details won’t match. That’s why death penalty reviews fail; even if the suspect wants to die, he can’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversely, if someone’s boasts perfectly match real crime scene details, he’s highly suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And boasting in prison? It’s an essential part of prison life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, do you remember the driver who picked you up that day?” The interrogating officer dropped another key name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Old Pu couldn’t hold it together anymore. He repeated: “You’re scaring me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scaring you? Your boss’s driver—nickname ‘Runshi’—right? He’s done plenty of crimes himself. After Jiang Shen caught him, he cooperated to earn leniency—and named you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This evidence wasn’t solid—Runshi never saw the murder scene. He just waited at the agreed spot, picked Old Pu up, and drove off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But combined with the earlier evidence, Old Pu’s room to maneuver was now extremely narrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?” Old Pu was starting to crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer said simply: “Your boss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think carefully. My boss runs a listed company.” Old Pu stared at him. He wasn’t afraid of naming his boss—he was afraid his boss would walk away unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer affirmed: “That’s exactly what we want—a listed company!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me a cigarette.” Old Pu uttered the classic interrogation line—in the world of cops and criminals, “give me a cigarette” was as common as “I’m going to take a shower” in adult relationships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogating officer opened the iron door, stepped in, and lit a cigarette for Old Pu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu took a deep drag, then another, held it long before exhaling: “I want to see Jiang Shen. I’ll only confess to Jiang Yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Yuan’s main job is forensic pathology—he’s not even a Gongan Bureau officer…” the interrogating officer offered casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Pu shook his head firmly: “I know Jiang Yuan took down a listed company and walked away untouched. I don’t trust you.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1407,"2026-06-20T18:55:03.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b35a52e505cd9b5f70bd345947ecfba6b734e25a228bf727edbcb74a1a35b7cd","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-968","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-966",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-cover.jpg"]