Chapter 165 Feng Liangkang
◎I have money, I confess, I give my testimony...◎
Xing City Public Security Bureau, Interrogation Room No. 1.
Feng Liangkang was handcuffed and sitting in a chair, waiting for the next interrogation.
Years of excessive eating and drinking caused him to gain weight uncontrollably.
The extravagant night life made his hair thinning gradually.
From a star entrepreneur to a prisoner, Feng Liangkang suffered a huge psychological gap.
In early October, the Federation of Industry and Commerce held a celebration event. Feng Liangkang, as a representative of the business community, sat on the rostrum, accepted flowers from elementary school student representatives, and delivered a passionate speech. The audience applauded loudly and he enjoyed great glory.
At the end of October, Feng Liangkang put on prison clothes, sat on the cold bench in the detention center, and accepted interrogation after interrogation with an expressionless face.
Seeing Zhao Xiangwan, Zhu Feipeng and Zhu Kang walk into the interrogation room, Feng Liangkang looked up at the leader Zhao Xiangwan, with a hint of contempt in his heart.
[Female police officer?]
[Is there no one at the Public Security Bureau? Send a policewoman over to interrogate.]
[I have already said everything that needs to be said. What new questions can she come up with?]
After hearing Feng Liangkang's inner monologue, Zhao Xiangwan felt relieved.
It seemed that the previous dozen or so interrogations had smoothed Feng Liangkang's edges and relaxed his defenses. At this moment, at least his inner world was open.
Zhu Feipeng frowned and began the routine identity check.
"Name?"
"Age?"
"Nation?"
"Are you married?"
…
Feng Liangkang cooperated well with the police's interrogation, answering all questions and maintaining a good attitude.
After the preliminary preparations were completed, Zhu Feipeng looked at Zhao Xiangwan and signaled that she could get down to business.
Zhao Xiangwan bowed and said, "Feng Liangkang, who gave you this name?"
Feng Liangkang's eyes showed some spirit.
The policeman asked interesting questions. He did not ask about the case, but asked about his name. This name was one of Feng Liangkang's prides in life.
"It was given by the teacher of our village private school."
"What does it mean?"
"In the countryside, people give names randomly. The eldest is Dalu, the second is Erlu, and I am the third boy in the family, so my nickname is Sanlu. When I was seven years old and went to school, the teacher asked me what my full name was. I said I didn't know and asked the teacher to help me choose one. The teacher said, let's call it Liangkang. Liang means good, and Kang means healthy. Together, they hope that I will be both excellent and healthy in the future."
Zhao Xiangwan leaned forward slightly, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp: "Do you know? The word 'Liang', besides meaning good, has another meaning..."
When Feng Liangkang met Zhao Xiangwan's gaze, he didn't know why he felt his breathing become difficult.
"Liang refers to a kind person, a person with a conscience and a sense of morality..." Zhao Xiangwan deliberately emphasized the last word "ren".
Zhao Xiangwan's words sounded sarcastic to Feng Liangkang. He looked away, not daring to look Zhao Xiangwan in the eye, and his heart was no longer calm.
【Kindness? A kind horse is ridden by others, and a kind person is bullied by others. 】
[Conscience, conscience? Can conscience buy food? Can conscience turn into money? ]
[These policemen talk about moral principles every day, it's really ridiculous. I've lived for more than 60 years, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, I've been struggling in society for so many years, what life principles don't I understand? ]
It is really meaningless to talk to a black-hearted businessman who grew up from a small stall vendor and puts money above all else about kindness and conscience.
Zhao Xiangwan just made a sarcastic remark.
How can a greedy, murderous bastard like him be called a "human being"?
Zhao Xiangwan studied Feng Liangkang's previous interrogation records.
He only admitted the crime of negligence and pushed all the faults of milk powder additives onto the relevant persons in charge of the group company.
The relevant person in charge then pushed the responsibility onto the dairy farmers, claiming that the farmers added water to the milk for profit. After adding water, the milk did not meet the protein testing standards, so they added industrial raw materials to deceive the company's quality inspectors.
As for the public relations department's tough attitude towards customer opinions, Feng Liangkang reflected on himself very sincerely, saying that since the company has grown bigger and bigger, it has become a bit arrogant and cannot tolerate any negative opinions. In the future, it will definitely make serious corrections.
In the future? He still wants a future!
Feng Liangkang is a cunning old man. When asked if he knew Qi Wanjuan, he denied it with a confused look on his face and said confidently: Reporter, I have seen her many times. Which one is she?
In one sentence, the crime of murder was completely justified.
This made the investigators somewhat suspicious: Is it possible that Feng Liangkang really didn't know about this? Or was it his subordinates who were behind this?
Facing Zhao Xiangwan's ridicule, Feng Liangkang cursed in his heart, but his face remained unmoved. He responded calmly: "Comrade police, you are right. When I first started the company, they named it Liang Erkang based on my name. A master said that this name is very good for career and wealth."
Zhao Xiangwanfeng narrowed his eyes and stared closely at Feng Liangkang's facial expression, not missing any change on his face.
When Feng Liangkang spoke, his facial muscles were relaxed, his eyes were sincere, and he did not shrug his shoulders or twist his nose.
——After years of doing business and being involved in intrigues, Feng Liangkang has long been accustomed to being double-dealing and saying sweet words but harboring a sharp knife in his heart. Even when sitting in the interrogation room, his psychological quality is still good.
Zhao Xiangwan's words were full of sarcasm: "Excellent quality and good for health. What a good name."
Feng Liangkang glanced at Zhao Xiangwan and instead of feeling ashamed, he began to act out: "Alas! During this time in the detention center, I have been reflecting deeply. The company neglected product quality and harmed the health of the children. I, as the chairman, failed to supervise."
Zhu Kang was in charge of taking notes and was concentrating on writing.
Zhu Feipeng was responsible for recording Feng Liangkang's micro-expression changes. Through his conversation with Zhao Xiangwan, Zhu Feipeng analyzed his baseline reaction and finally came to a conclusion - this person is good at pretending.
Changing the subject, Zhao Xiangwan's eyes shone coldly: "How did you get in touch with such a sophisticated murder organization by creating accidents to achieve the purpose of murder?"
Straight to the point.
Feng Liangkang's heart skipped a beat and he coughed subconsciously: "Ahem, what did you say? What murder organization?"
[How did she know that Ruisen was the one I found? ]
[Country M, one-on-one contact, it hurts. 】
Country M!
No wonder we couldn’t find the person with Ji Zhao’s portrait. It turned out that the lead was from Country M.
Although they speak Mandarin and look Chinese, they hold US green cards.
No one heard the little girl speak from beginning to end, maybe she was autistic, or maybe she only spoke English.
When Zhao Xiangwan thought of the more than 3,000 cooperation warrants that the Municipal Public Security Bureau sent to police stations across the country by registered mail, he felt a sense of guilt for the waste.
Zhao Xiangwan winked at Zhu Feipeng.
Zhu Feipeng immediately perked up, sat up straighter, and stared at Feng Liangkang's every move with his bright eyes, not missing any details.
Zhao Xiangwan’s mind-reading interrogation is about to begin!
As soon as Feng Liangkang finished speaking, Zhao Xiangwan's words followed closely, just like a close combat on the battlefield with smoke rising everywhere.
"This killer organization is not in the country, right?"
Feng Liangkang raised his right eyebrow unconsciously.
Seeing his little action, Zhu Feipeng was filled with excitement and lowered his head to start recording.
Feng Liangkang felt his throat dry, and shook his head quickly, talking more: "I don't know anything, don't lie to me here. Killing someone by creating an accident... How is that possible? I've never heard of it before."
Zhao Xiangwan took the photos of the car accident scene taken by Qi Wanjuan, Huang Ju and Peng Qianze and placed them in front of Feng Liangkang: "Did you see it clearly? These three people discovered the secret of the toxic milk powder and were determined to expose it. Huang Ju is a doctor at the Children's Hospital. He has more than 20 copies of medical records that can prove that Liangerkang milk powder causes kidney stones in infants and young children. Peng Qianze is an inspector at the Food and Drug Administration. He has a test report that proves that some toxic substances are added to Liangerkang milk powder. And Qi Wanjuan conducted an in-depth investigation and wrote a news article with sharp writing, which made the toxicity and adverse consequences of Liangerkang milk powder public. The title is "Who is to blame for the toxic milk powder entering the market?"
Zhao Xiangwan took out another stack of manuscript paper, the handwriting was beautiful and the paper was clean and tidy.
The words are still there, the voice and appearance will last forever, but the people... are gone.
"If such a report is published in the newspaper, it will definitely cause a huge uproar!" Zhao Xiangwan said coldly: "Feng Liangkang, are you scared after reading such an article?"
When he hired the killer, the three dead were just symbols to Feng Liangkang. Now, forced to face the photos of the dead, listening to Zhao Xiangwan slowly describing what they did, the symbols became real people, flesh and blood people like himself, Feng Liangkang's eyes became a little detached, and his eyes swept across the photos without lingering.
[Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourselves for meddling in other people's business. ]
[If there is something wrong with the milk powder, just don't drink it. Why do you have to make a big deal out of it? ]
[When the manuscript was delivered to my office, I had just returned from Country M and was staring blankly at the business card that Ruisen handed to me in the lobby of the Wilton Hotel.]
[Although $120,000 is a bit expensive, it is worth it to shut these people up and avoid any future troubles.]
[I want to give it a try too. If Ruisen is really capable of causing someone to die in an accident without making any noise, I will be able to walk around the country like a tyrant.]
Although Feng Liangkang's inner mumblings were somewhat fragmented, with a little organization, the full picture could be revealed.
The person who directly contacted Feng Liangkang was called Ruisen, who should be the gloomy middle-aged man in a windbreaker and a top hat. The two met in the lobby of the Wilton Hotel in Country M. Ruisen handed him a business card and told Feng Liangkang that he could help him kill people.
The cost of hiring a killer was $120,000.
馮良康一開始并不相信，這世上哪有這麽厲害的殺手？如果真的能夠通過制造意外的方式來謀殺，保證不留後患，花多少錢都是值得的。
能夠一步步走到現在，馮良康絕非良善之輩，讨厭的競争對手、不聽話的下屬、不肯配合的政府領導……年紀越大，馮良康越霸道，誰礙他的眼，他就想要除掉。
于是，正好送到眼前的戚宛娟、彭前澤、黃炬、高盛強，成為了馮良康與瑞森合作的實驗品。
瑞森為了開拓國內市場；
馮良康想要看看他的本事。
各有各的盤算，視人命如草芥。
趙向晚站起身來，一直走到馮良康的面前。
她個子高挑，雖然現在瘦了不少，但身穿制服的趙向晚依然英氣勃勃、正氣凜然。
與馮良康只有半米之距時，趙向晚站定，居高臨下地看着他。
“馮良康，雁過留痕。你的欺騙毫無意義。”
“今年七月至今，你的辦公室電話、家庭電話、移動電話……所有的電話記錄，我們都有。越洋電話不多，一查便知。”
“四條人命，多少錢？大額金錢流動，銀行都有轉帳記錄。”
趙向晚拿出一張照片，舉至馮良康面前。
這張照片，根據季昭的畫像制作而成。大禮帽、鷹鈎鼻、薄嘴唇、冰冷眼神，一看就知道這人不好相與。
“是他，對吧？”
“警方在機場布控，已經将他抓獲。”
“他已經将與你聯系的事實交代得一清二楚。”
“他不只在星市殺了人，還在其他幾個國家都犯有殺人罪，将引渡回國進行審判。M國沒有死刑，他只是受雇殺人，有恃無恐。”
“他已經交代，接下來就得看你了。你不交代，沒關系，電話記錄、轉賬記錄、他的證詞……所有的一切，都是強而有力的證據。”
“我們警方的辦案原則是：坦白從寬，抗拒從嚴！”
馮良康越聽心越虛，額角有冷汗冒出。
照片栩栩如生，完全看不出繪畫的痕跡，馮良康第一時間便相信了趙向晚的話：瑞森被捕了！
瑞森被捕，肯定會把所有罪責都往自己身上推！
是了，他是外國人，M國沒有死刑，可是華國，有死刑，而且現在正是嚴打的時期！
一想到有可能會死，馮良康所有的得意，所有的風光，所有的淡定都歸于零。
明明十一月秋涼漸起，每個人都得穿夾衣才能抵禦早晚的寒氣，可是現在馮良康卻覺得全身上下都在發冷。
越有錢，越怕死。
花錢雇瑞森殺掉自己不喜歡的人，馮良康覺得爽；可現在所有一切罪行都被警方揭穿，一想到自己有可能會被判處死刑，馮良康終于慌了。
朱飛鵬在一旁看得目眩神迷。
趙向晚由殺人在國外這一條線索出發，引出越洋電話、轉賬記錄這個重要證據，再以引線的畫像照片為媒介，引得馮良康以為殺手已經被捕，并交代了所有犯罪事實。
生平第一次雇兇殺人的馮良康果然害怕了。
趙向晚走出審訊室。
五分鐘之後，她拿着一個袖珍的錄音機走進來。當着馮良康的面，放入一卷磁帶，打開錄音機。
“滋……滋……”
一陣電流雜音之後，對面傳來一個男子低沉的聲音：“是，我在酒店見到馮先生……”
馮良康突然跳起，一把摁下停止鍵。
他面色煞白，語無倫次：“不是，那個，這樣不行。我不是……沒有……”
趙向晚冷冷地看着他，眸光幽深、寒冷，如臘月凜冽寒風。
馮良康哀求道：“我，我一開始也只是好玩，我根本就不信，這世上還有這樣的殺人方式。”
趙向晚依然沒有說話，但眼神裏自帶一股逼人的氣勢，讓馮良康感覺自己就像一個上竄下跳的跳梁小醜。
馮良康繼續說：“我沒有想過殺人，我真的就是因為在國外遇到瑞森，他主動走過來說可以幫我清理某些讨厭的人，我就随手接了他的名片。”
趙向晚鳳眼一眯：“所以，覺得戚宛娟他們礙眼，你就聯系了他！”
這不是問句，而是肯定句。
接觸到趙向晚的眼神，馮良康的內心幾近崩潰。剛才他還覺得眼前這個小女警沒什麽本事，可是現在卻後悔自己小看了她。
馮良康一緊張，話就會變多。
“我真的，就是好玩，想試試，沒想到錢剛彙過去，他就來了。他說他是一個大學教授，搞了個什麽模型，只要他往這個模型裏放一顆棋子，想讓誰死，誰就得死。”
“我肯定不信的嘛，說錢不錢的無所謂，就當是交個朋友。沒想到他說他有職業操守，講誠信，拿了錢就會辦事，然後就消失了。”
“後面的事情，你們都知道。我真的，只是好玩，我沒想到他會真的殺人。”
趙向晚打斷他的自我辯解：“雇兇殺人也是殺人，雖然你沒有親自參與殺人的行為，但對方在授意之下才有所作為，在整個犯罪過程中你是主謀，一般是……”
停頓片刻，趙向晚斬釘截鐵地說了兩個字。
——“死刑！”
唯有死，才讓馮良康畏懼。
你和他講道理，他覺得你幼稚，因為他吃過的鹽比你飯還多；
你和他講良心，他覺得你迂腐，因為良心換不來金錢、權勢；
你和他講社會責任，他覺得你可笑，商人逐利是本性，老百姓的生死算個屁！
唯有法律，才會讓他忌憚！
聽到“死刑”二字，馮良康整個人癱軟在椅子上，面色蒼白，四肢無力，所有的精氣神仿佛被抽離出這個身體，死亡的恐懼感，令他再也維持不住剛才的淡定。
【不能死。】
【死了，就什麽也沒有了。】
【再多的錢，都沒有意義。】
艱辛過往從馮良康眼前閃過。
一開始，推着小板車一個村一個村地叫賣：賣瓜子糖嘞~賣芝麻糖嘞~
他做的芝麻糖、瓜子糖真材實料，味道好、價格公道，十裏八鄉都誇贊。只要推車一出攤，就會湧過來一群嘴饞的孩子，叽叽喳喳地喊着。
“給我一角錢的瓜子糖！”
“五分錢的芝麻糖，賣不賣？”
“花生糖有沒有，我要稱二兩。”
不管是誰來買，不管花多少錢，他總是笑眯眯地招待着，因為這些都是他的衣食父母。
從什麽時候開始，他飄了呢？
八十年代市場經濟剛剛起步，老百姓對糖果的需求開始擡頭，他的生意越做越大，他在縣城租了家小門面，專門賣各種糖果，芝麻、花生、冬瓜、紅棗……但凡能夠用到的食材，他都能做成香噴噴的糖果。
有一天，一個小記者路過，拍下他被顧客簇擁的照片，發在報紙上，然後，“糖果馮”的名號被叫響，無數人慕名而來，一斤兩斤地買。
1982年，他成了縣裏第一個萬元戶。
1985年，他家的鈔票多到屋子裏堆不下，賺到人生的第一個一百萬。
然後，他開公司、上市，成為明星企業家、人大代表，生意越做越大。
他膨脹了，覺得這一切都是自己的功勞、自己的本事。
出過幾次國，見識過發達國家的紙醉金迷之後，他的內心越發貪婪。
他想賺更多的錢。
這個時候，曾經被他視為“衣食父母”的消費者，全都變成了任他宰割的“韭菜”。
韭菜們的健康、安危、性命，對他而言沒有任何意義。
他只想從韭菜們的口袋裏掏出錢來。
可是，有一天，韭菜們覺醒了。
他們開始質疑食品安全，開始抗議黑心商家。
馮良康的第一反應，是打壓。
敢和他作對，唯有死路一條。完全忘記，這世上還有法律、公平與正義。
馮良康忘記了，自己也曾經是窮苦的老百姓。
馮良康忘記了，自己的發跡源于記者的一篇報道。
他更忘記了，是這個時代造就了他。
趙向晚看着馮良康，嘴角微勾，眼中寒光似利箭射出。
“馮良康，你相信報應嗎？”
馮良康喃喃自語：“報應？報應？啊，惡有惡報，善有善報……”
他垂下頭，喉嚨裏發出“嗬嗬”怪響，整個似篩糠一般顫抖起來，恐懼将他整個人籠罩。
他知道，自己這一生也許會在此刻劃上句號。
他知道，曾經把他擡上高位的老百姓，現在要以法律為武器，站起來推翻他、制裁他。
趙向晚直起腰來，一字一句，清晰無比：“現在，你的報應，到了。”
一瞬間，馮良康的心理防線全面崩潰。
他整個人像沒骨頭一樣，從椅中滑落，像一灘爛泥一般，團在審訊室冰冷的水泥地面上。
眼淚、鼻涕糊了一臉。
他呆呆地仰頭看着趙向晚，微弱的聲音從喉嚨裏擠了出來：“不能死，不要死，我有錢，我坦白，我交代……”死了，就什麽也沒有了。
趙向晚傲然而立，眼神冰冷，沒有半點憐憫。