Chapter 159 Accident
◎Reporter Qi, pen name is Xinhuo◎
The meeting is over.
Miao Hui smiled and said, "Xiang Wan, don't feel stressed. The Traffic Brigade and the Criminal Investigation Brigade will fully cooperate with your work. Just investigate slowly. You are in a special situation now. Your health comes first."
Xu Songling also looked at Zhao Xiangwan lovingly: "Yes, just take your time investigating, there is no rush. Usually you can sit in the office and rest, let Xiao Zhu and the others do the field work, when we need to draw a portrait, Ji Zhao will do it, when we need to interrogate, you will do it, in short, don't get tired."
Looking at the two seniors, Zhao Xiangwan felt warm in his heart.
She is lucky to have such a caring and loving leader at work.
The leader said there was no rush and to take their time investigating, but Zhao Xiangwan felt an inexplicable sense of urgency.
A Food and Drug Administration employee, a doctor at the Children's Hospital, and a reporter from Legal Weekly - all of them were involved in traffic accidents in August, September, and October. If you put the identities of these three deceased people together, it would be natural for people to suspect that there is an invisible hand behind them, trying to cover up something.
Did the victim discover anything?
Peng Qianze works in the Food and Drug Administration, doing food and drug testing. This incident may be related to the quality of food and drugs.
Considering that doctors work in children's hospitals, the key population affected by these drugs and foods is children.
All of this was known to reporters, who planned to investigate and report on it.
If Zhao Xiangwan had not discovered the cat poop on the motorcyclist, and if motorcycles had not been involved in all three accidents, no one would have noticed the connection between them.
It was all an accident.
——These invisible hands have such amazing skills!
After seeing off several leaders, the special operations team continued its internal meetings.
When only internal staff were present, Zhu Feipeng's attitude became much more active. He touched the conference table, looked at the office desk, opened the file cabinet, VCR, and TV, and was very curious about this unfamiliar office environment.
Currently there are only five people in the special operations team, and they are all our own people.
Miao Hui promised Zhao Xiangwan that she would choose the team members. Zhao Xiangwan then selected Zhu Feipeng, Zhu Kang, Zhou Rulan from his long-time partners in the serious crime squad, and together with himself and Ji Zhao, the five of them would act more quickly and efficiently.
The so-called special operations team refers to an investigative team that encounters special cases and requires assistance from multiple parties and uses special channels to complete investigations and collect evidence.
Like the three traffic accidents just now, they seem to be accidents, but in fact they are multiple carefully planned murders.
Disguising murder as a traffic accident is a contempt and provocation to the public security system.
This gang must be eradicated!
The provincial government paid close attention to this case and handed it over to Zhao Xiangwan. This was the first case after the establishment of the special operations team and it had to be completed beautifully.
Zhao Xiangwan stood on the stage, picked up a black marker, and wrote three names on the whiteboard.
Legal Weekly – Qi Wanjuan;
Food and Drug Administration – Peng Qianze;
Children's Hospital - Huang Ju.
Zhao Xiangwan stood straight, with a serious face and a cold attitude, and his eyes swept over the team members sitting around the conference table.
"These three people may or may not be related. But there must be a killer organization behind them that has carefully planned this. Now, we will use the motorcyclists as a breakthrough point to uncover this organization."
Zhu Feipeng raised his hand: "Should we investigate the identity of the deceased?"
Zhao Xiangwan nodded in affirmation: "Let's split up. Ji Zhao and I will go to the Municipal Bureau to meet the motorcyclist. The three of you will divide the work and investigate the social relations of the deceased."
The special operations team action begins.
Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao came to the Municipal Bureau and saw Gou Changan, who looked arrogant, in the traffic brigade.
Gou Chang'an is twenty-four this year, with dyed blond hair. He sits lazily with his legs crossed, his toes swaying.
"Police comrade, I have made it very clear. I have nothing to do with the fatal accident. I was just speeding. Who told the driver of the BMW to drive so fast and not slow down when he saw the red light? I tell you, these drivers of luxury cars are very rich nowadays. If he hits someone and kills someone, he should pay for it. Let him pay a lot!"
Zhao Xiangwan watched his every move and suddenly asked, "Do you know why the police came to you?"
Gou Changan then looked at Zhao Xiangwan straight in the eye and raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
【I have always been very careful in what I do, so there is no way I would make any mistakes.】
[Last time I met that little leader in the alley, no one noticed. This time it was strange, the criminal police came to my door directly! ]
The case involving Peng Qianze was also committed by Gou Changan!
Zhao Xiangwan's eyes were like a knife, and the flash of light pierced Gou Chang'an's heart.
Zhao Xiangwan said nothing, still staring at Gou Changan coldly.
Gou Changan's heart began to beat fast. In order to cover up his guilt, he started to shout: "Hey, you can say it or not! I'm telling you, I'm not a criminal. You can't keep me in the police station like this. Release me right away! Otherwise, I'll find a reporter to expose your lynching!"
Zhao Xiangwan laughed sarcastically: "Which reporter are you looking for? From Legal Weekly?"
Gou Chang'an shuddered and broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He didn't dare to look Zhao Xiangwan in the eye. After wandering around, his eyes fell on a certain place at the foot of the table.
[I just followed the mysterious man's instructions and stopped my BMW, but I didn't expect it would kill the mother and daughter! ]
【Later I found out that the woman was a reporter from Legal Weekly.】
[The car wash subscribed to that newspaper, and sometimes my brothers would eat with the cases in the newspaper. I never thought... Oh! ]
Zhao Xiangwan sighed, "It's a pity that reporter Qi was in charge of the "People's Talk" section, spoke for the people, spoke for the disadvantaged, and wrote one touching article after another. But because you fell on the BMW, reporter Qi died in a pool of blood."
Gu Changan was stunned for a moment, his throat tightened a little: "Reporter Qi..."
[“People Speak”? I know.]
[Migrant workers demanding wages, mine workers defending their rights, unemployed workers seeking reemployment... I like this page, it speaks for us ordinary people sincerely and does not help those rich people with bad consciences. ]
[Reporter Qi, which one is it? ]
Zhao Xiangwan discovered Gou Changan's psychological characteristics—he hated the rich and did not bully the poor.
"Journalist Qi, whose pen name is Xinhuo, once said that she wanted to pass on the spirit of the rule of law and the flame of justice. She once said that she wanted to protect the oppressed people and seek justice for them."
Gou Chang'an felt as if a sharp sword was flying towards him and hitting him in the chest.
Regret, guilt, shame...
【Xinhuo, she is a good person. 】
[I shouldn't have listened to that person.]
Gou Chang'an's voice weakened, he lowered his head, and after a long while he replied, "I don't know, I really don't know."
Zhao Xiangwan sensed his inner change: "Let me tell you why you are here. Three days ago, you were speeding past the main road in front of Jiefang Road Primary School and excitedly said four words, 'Done, done!' I heard you."
Gou Changan widened his eyes and looked at the policewoman in front of him, who was wearing an olive green uniform and had a pair of sparkling eyes on her apple-like face: "I, I haven't seen you. I, did I say that?"
Zhao Xiangwan said coldly, "We passed each other and you said those four words. I happened to hear you and wrote down your license plate information. The police quickly dispatched to bring you back. We have all your social relationships, petty thefts, and fights."
Gou Changan never thought that someone would notice the license plate information when he was wearing a helmet and whizzing by at a speed of nearly 100 yards. And did he really say the four words "finished and done"? Did he say that? He suddenly felt confused.
Zhao Xiangwan raised his hand to the ceiling and said, "It must be God's will, right? Reporter Qi spoke for the people, gave voice to them, and defended their rights, but he died in vain under the wheels of a car. God couldn't bear to see that, so he let you sit here."
Zhao Changan's family was poor, his father died early due to illness, and he was left with his sick mother. He did not have much education, and he went out to work in society before graduating from junior high school. Zhao Xiangwan's words magnified his guilt countless times, which made him feel heavy inside.
"I……"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Gou Changan closed it again.
【I can’t say.】
[That person said that if I dared to tell anyone, my whole family would be killed.]
[My mom is alone at home, it's easy for an accident to happen.]
Thinking of this, Gou Changan rolled his eyes and stiffened his neck: "It wasn't me who killed reporter Qi. I was just joking, but I didn't know the fat guy driving the BMW was so bad at driving! Not only did he not brake, he also steered randomly. What does it have to do with me if he killed someone?"
Zhao Xiangwan leaned forward and lowered his voice: "The police promise to protect you and your mother until the case is solved. How about that?"
"What?" Gou Chang'an was stunned for a moment and his heartbeat suddenly quickened.
Zhao Xiangwan continued to negotiate with him. Although his voice was low, it was clear: "No need to hide it. The police have known for a long time that you have a deal with others, otherwise they would not have brought you here. Tell the truth and confess to be lenient. You are not the main culprit, at most you are an accomplice. If you tell the truth, you can reduce your sentence. When the main culprit is arrested, you and your mother will no longer be threatened. Otherwise... you kill me and I kill you. As long as you have money, you can do whatever you want. Without the protection of the law, how can the poor survive in this world?"
Zhao Xiangwan's words hit Gou Chang'an's heart of hatred for the rich accurately.
He raised his head and looked into Zhao Xiangwan's eyes.
There was a strange light in Zhao Xiangwan's eyes, like a dancing flame, which made the word "fire" suddenly flash through Gou Changan's mind.
Reporter Qi’s pen name is Xinhuo?
Gu Changan drooped his head and said indifferently: "I really didn't know that he wanted to harm reporter Qi. If I knew that the person he wanted to harm was Xinhuo, I would definitely not do what he said. Xinhuo is a good person!"
Zhao Xiangwan said: "It's not too late to speak out now, don't let more good people be killed."
Gou Changan stammered, "Actually, I don't know who he is..."
As Gou Chang'an told the story, a killer organization that caused the accident surfaced.
Gou Changan lived on the bank of Zaohe River in the west district of Xing City. It used to be a gathering place for vegetable farmers. Later, with the development of the city, houses were demolished everywhere, roads were built, and houses were built. That area became an urban village.
Gou Changan likes motorcycles, likes excitement, and likes racing. He often races on the road with a group of motorcyclists. His family is poor, so he helps out in a car repair shop and earns a little money to support himself and his mother.
In September this year, he suddenly found an envelope at home. His mother said that someone knocked on the door. When she opened the door, she found a large cowhide envelope on the threshold.
Inside the envelope was a letter, five thousand yuan, and a walkie-talkie.
The letter was not handwritten, but was made up of words cut from newspapers and pasted together one by one.
"On September 13, he turned on the intercom, waited on a motorcycle at the north of Wuyang Road in Dongcheng District, and did what I asked. There was no legal risk. The deposit was 5,000 yuan, and the remaining 5,000 yuan was paid after the matter was completed."
Gou Changan was a little nervous at first, not knowing what the other party was going to do to him. Although there was no legal risk, the other party didn't even show his face, so who knew if he was loyal or treacherous?
Money moves people’s hearts.
Seeing the brand new hundred-dollar bill, Gou Changan was moved.
When that day came, he hung the walkie-talkie on his left chest, put on a helmet, rode a motorcycle, and waited at the entrance of the alley in Dongcheng District.
That day, it was drizzling.
Gou Changan saw a man who looked like an official walking into the alley with a black umbrella and a black briefcase.
A man's calm voice suddenly rang out from the intercom: "Follow my command, start, speed up, and drive past the left side of the man holding the black umbrella!"
If Changan starts, speed up.
The motorcycle drove into the alley.
"1, 2, 3, turn right! Get away from him!"
"Leave quickly!"
If Chang'an does as he is told.
As he left the alley, he heard a crackling sound behind him.
There is also the sound of cars braking suddenly.