Chapter 25 Evidence (two chapters in one)
◎A good man who loves his wife◎
Zhao Xiangwan has encountered a situation where the ability to read other people's minds cannot reveal their true feelings.
If the other party has perfect psychological construction and strong inner belief, then the voice Zhao Xiangwan hears is usually the other party's preset segment, similar to -
I am not wrong, it is others who are wrong!
This should be the reaction, no problem.
He is a jerk, and jerk will get his due...
Because of these preset sound interferences, Zhao Xiangwan often finds it difficult to accept the other person's true inner thoughts.
To break down this barrier, you must first make the other party panic and confused.
And now, it was the look in Zhu Feipeng's eyes that made Pan Guoqing panic and exposed his true colors.
Zhu Feipeng continued to ask several detailed questions about Pan Guoqing and Qian Zhenye's time together on the night of the 11th: What did you talk about? Where did you sleep? Who got drunk first? Which room did you sleep in? Did you get up during the night?
Pan Guoqing answered these questions sincerely and seriously. He could not remember some details and apologized, saying that he was drunk and could not remember them.
These conversations were recorded in great detail in the notes from the previous two sessions. It seemed that Pan Guoqing was very well prepared. Zhao Xiangwan lost interest in listening and stood up to look around, taking in the home of Pan Guoqing and Weng Pingfang.
In the old dormitory building of the Provincial Construction Machinery Factory, Pan Guoqing was not of high enough rank, so he was only assigned a single room, which was about 20 square meters and divided into two parts by a curtain. The space near the door was filled with a sofa, a coffee table, a dining table and two chairs, which was considered a living room and dining room. Behind the curtain should be a bedroom.
There was a wedding photo hanging on the wall. In the photo, Weng Pingfang was dressed in a rustic way with two small braids, but her face was delicate and beautiful. Standing next to the ugly Pan Guoqing, she looked even more radiant.
Noticing Zhao Xiangwan's gaze, Pan Guoqing introduced the photo enthusiastically, saying, "This was taken before Pingfang and I got our marriage certificate. My colleagues at the factory envied me and said I had married a beautiful wife. Indeed, if Pingfang had not been from a rural household registration, she would never have married me."
As he spoke, Pan Guoqing's expression became somewhat decadent and his voice became low. It was obvious that in this marriage between a beautiful wife and an ugly husband, he was the lowly flatterer.
Zhao Xiangwan went straight to the point: "You are such a beautiful wife, you are not at home for a long time, can you rest assured?"
Pan Guoqing's facial expression twitched for a moment, and he bit his lower lip: "I, I have no choice. This is the nature of my job. I can't stay at home with her."
[Bitch! Bitch! I lived frugally outside and gave her every penny I earned, but I still couldn't win her heart! Good death, good death!]
When Pan Guoqing's vicious curse came to his mind, Zhao Xiangwan raised his eyes to look at this ugly man with a double appearance and continued to ask: "Why is there no other way? I heard that many people in your factory have transferred from sales staff to administrative positions."
"Salespeople get commissions and make a lot of money."
“How much do you earn each year?”
"It depends on how much is sold."
“What about the average?”
“About 10,000 per year.”
"Why do you make so much money?"
"She was dissatisfied with the poor conditions of the dormitory at her workplace and wanted to buy a house outside."
"Have you saved enough money?"
"No, oh, I don't know. I gave all the money to Pingfang."
"Don't you know how much money there is at home?"
"I went to the bank yesterday to check, and I didn't have much money."
"How many?"
"More than three thousand."
Zhao Xiangwan spoke one sentence after another, not giving Pan Guoqing any chance to breathe, which put him under great pressure.
Why did she ask different questions from the other police officers? Why did she ask these questions? What was she wondering?
"Weng Pingfang has an income from working in a cafe and has no problem supporting herself. You give her all your earnings every year, but you don't save any money at all. So where does your money go?"
This question was very tricky. Pan Guoqing was not prepared at all. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
[You bastard, bitch! I trusted you so much, but you treated me badly, painting your eyebrows and hooking up with men all day long, using my money to dress yourself up, open a hotel, and pay for gigolos. I'm going to kill you! ]
Zhao Xiangwan's eyes turned fierce.
He Mingyu noticed the confrontation between Zhao Xiangwan and Pan Guoqing. She knew Zhao Xiangwan's ability. Seeing that Pan Guoqing did not answer the question, she asked with a sullen face: "Pan Guoqing, please answer me, where did your money go?"
Pan Guoqing had never thought that the police would be so boring that they would even care about where his family spent their money. Unable to suppress his dissatisfaction, he could no longer control his emotions and pulled the curtain aside.
With a "swish" sound, the couple's private bedroom appeared in front of Zhao Xiangwan and the other two.
A bunk bed, surrounded by pink curtains, with soft and comfortable cherry pink bedding. A small white square table is placed near the window, with a pink embroidered tablecloth on it. On the bedside table is a small milk bottle with a withered rose in it. It can be seen that Weng Pingfang was a woman who paid great attention to the quality of life.
Pan Guoqing opened the closet and shouted, "Look, look, all the money I worked so hard to earn was spent on these!"
There are all kinds of clothes and bags hanging in the closet, which are so dazzling that you can tell at a glance that they are very expensive.
Pan Guoqing picked up a bag and slammed it to the ground: "This bag costs two thousand!"
Then she pulled off a long silk skirt: "This skirt costs two hundred!"
"Here, one thousand dollars!"
"This coat cost me eight hundred!"
Each piece and each set was earned with the hard-earned money of Pan Guoqing, drinking glass after glass of wine.
Zhao Xiangwan and He Mingyu looked at each other.
He Mingyu leaned close to her ear and whispered, "There are only a few of Pan Guoqing's clothes in the closet. This woman spends all the money her husband earns on herself. No wonder..."
Without waiting for He Mingyu to finish, Zhao Xiangwan spoke.
"A woman who can't manage the household, a woman who only knows how to dress herself up and never cares about you, a woman who uses your money to support a lover, so... you hate her?"
Her words were sharp and cold, like a sharp knife stabbing into Pan Guoqing's heart.
Pan Guoqing gasped and stopped, and answered after a long while: "Didn't you ask where the money went? Now you know, right? I used to drive a truck in a construction machinery factory. After I got married, Pingfang complained that I didn't make enough money, so I applied for an overseas assignment as a salesperson. After three years of marriage, I gave her about 40,000 to 50,000 yuan in total. However, I only have 3,000 yuan in savings, haha, hehe, haha..."
When he laughed to the end, tears fell from his eyes and he looked almost crazy.
Zhao Xiangwan continued to stimulate him: "You hate her, right? You want to kill her."
Kill? Pan Guoqing regained his senses instantly.
With shaking hands, he picked up the clothes one by one and hung them up, his expression softening.
"She is pretty and it is normal for her to like dressing up. Although I feel uncomfortable, there is nothing I can do. Every year when I go home and give her money, she will be a little bit nice to me. Just think of it as spending money to buy her a beautiful smile. I don't hate her. When she is nice to me, I want to give my life to her. Besides, she has a man outside. I only found out when the police notified me to identify the body. How could I kill her?"
Zhao Xiangwan did not continue to pursue Pan Guoqing after hitting his psychological barrier again. He now sensed the police's suspicion and would only hide deeper and deeper.
"Pan Guoqing, the suspect has been found, but he insists that he and Weng Pingfang were just lovers and did not murder anyone. If you have any evidence or clues, please notify the police immediately."
Pan Guoqing's eyes flashed with a strange light: "Found it? That's great! My commission this year is estimated to be 12,000, and I will get it when the company issues the year-end bonus. Pingfang and I have agreed that when we get the money, we will buy a two-bedroom apartment in the city, have another fat boy, and live happily as a family of three. Pingfang was very happy at the time and said she wanted to quit her job in the cafe and didn't want to wait on people anymore. What do you think, did Pingfang intend to break up with that man, but the man didn't want to, so the two had an argument and killed her by mistake?"
Very good, he even thought of the motive for murder for Zhao Qingyun.
Pan Guoqing talked nonstop, becoming more and more excited as he spoke: "Killing someone means paying for their life. This has been the principle since ancient times. This man killed Pingfang, so let him pay with his life..."
Zhao Xiangwan interrupted him: "Innocent until proven guilty, do you know that?"
Pan Guoqing was stunned for a moment: "What?"
"In criminal proceedings, if the facts of the crime are unclear, the evidence is not accurate or sufficient, and the person should not be held criminally responsible, no prosecution shall be made."
Pan Guoqing was confused, but he felt something was wrong: "What do you mean?"
"At present, we can only conclude that he had an improper relationship with Weng Pingfang, but the evidence of murder is not conclusive and sufficient, so I am afraid that he will not be held criminally responsible."
Pan Guoqing's face changed: "Not pursuing the matter? Are you just going to let him go like this?"
[You can't kill him even with this? Damn it! If I had known, I would have gone there earlier and killed him too! ]
Zhao Xiangwan's heart sank. Sure enough, the murderer was the honest man in front of him!
After confirming this point, the remaining thing is how to guide him to answer and find more evidence. If he cannot be knocked down in one blow, I am afraid that the "presumption of innocence" learned from Zhao Xiangwan will make him more cautious.
"I guess so. He is just a suspect at the moment. If we don't find enough evidence, it will be difficult to bring a case. We will have no choice but to release him."
Pan Guoqing's face was a little distorted, and the face full of acne scars looked even uglier. He unconsciously exerted strength with his hands, and with a "swish", the silk dress in his hand was torn into two pieces.
“不能把他放了！他殺了萍芳，就是他殺了萍芳，怎麽能把他放了？”
趙向晚淡淡道：“那沒辦法，我們警方辦案講事實、擺證據，可不興什麽屈打成招。”
潘國慶一屁股坐在床上，鼻翼翕動着，緊閉雙唇，一聲不吭。
無數次心理建設之後，在潘國慶內心豎起的堅硬壁壘轟然倒塌，他的心中所想毫無防備地在趙向晚腦海展開。
【明明安排得那麽好，怎麽就沒辦法給趙青雲那個狗日的定罪？】
【警方動作真快，原本我還準備等他們找不到人的時候透露一點消息。趙青雲想躲過去？休想！】
【掐死那賤人沒費什麽力氣，老子看她滿臉春色，真是個□□！和老子過夫妻生活的時候像上刑場，拼了命地和老子幹架，把老子的脖子抓了幾道血印子。和野男人上床卻情願得很，巴巴地跑幾十裏路送上門，真是個不要臉的賤人！】
【酒店開房？老子讓你們這對狗男女快活！喝醉了酒又怎麽樣？老子一樣開車。等趙青雲這狗東西出來，老子從走廊翻進去，殺了人再原路返回，神不知鬼不覺，誰能知道老子喝了半斤酒還能殺個人？】
……
潘國慶的殺人細節一點一點在眼前鋪開，趙向晚的臉色越來越嚴肅。她忽然擡起手，指着潘國慶的頸脖問：“你的脖子怎麽了？”
潘國慶悚然一驚，下意識地用左手捂住頸間傷口：“沒，沒什麽，脖子癢，不小心抓破了皮。”
“什麽時候的事？”
“前，前一陣子吧。”
潘國慶突如其來的結巴讓朱飛鵬的警覺心頓起，他站起身，一把拉開潘國慶遮掩的手，扯下棉衣領子，仔細打量着他的傷口。
三道血痕自他後頸劃過，一直延伸到耳邊，深約一毫米，旁邊的皮都翻了出來，看來傷得不輕。
朱飛鵬冷笑一聲：“你自己抓的？下手真重啊。”
他一只手壓住潘國慶的肩，另一只手擰過他的胳膊，強行将他的手掌舉至眼前：“你沒有留指甲，怎麽可能劃得這麽深？”
潘國慶的心跳陡然加快，慘叫一聲：“警官你輕一點，就是因為劃得深，所以我剪了指甲。”
何明玉心細，觀察片刻皺起眉毛：“剛剪的指甲？我看你這指甲邊緣粗糙，恐怕不是剪的，是你有啃咬指甲的習慣吧？”
一個謊言，需要無數個謊言來圓。
潘國慶腦子飛快運轉，脹紅着臉說：“那個，警官你們就饒了我吧。這是我和萍芳過夫妻生活的時候，她一興奮撓上來的。”
“撒謊！趙青雲身上沒有傷痕，翁萍芳并沒有這樣的癖好。”
趙向晚敏銳的觀察力、朱飛鵬的強勢逼問讓潘國慶慌了神，剛才還對自己和顏悅色的警察突然變得兇悍起來，潘國慶不知道是哪裏出了岔子，努力想要描補，沒想到越說漏洞越多。
“那個……是夫妻情趣，翁萍芳就是對我喜歡這樣，你們別再追問了。”潘國慶掙紮了一下，頭頂上的棉帽滑脫，露出一個大光頭。
大冷的天，剃個光頭，事出反常必有妖。
想到案發現場只發現翁萍芳、趙青雲的毛發，何明玉內心的懷疑更深。
不過，這都只是懷疑。
趙向晚目的達到，默默将筆錄本合上。只要引得朱飛鵬、何明玉對潘國慶産生懷疑，後面查起案來就會輕松許多。
從潘國慶家中出來，何明玉與朱飛鵬都看着趙向晚。
“趙向晚，你懷疑是潘國慶殺了人？”
“他不是沒有作案時間嗎？”
“對呀，就算我們懷疑，但他沒有作案時間。”
趙向晚沒有回答他們的問題，而是說：“走，找錢振業了解情況。”
朱飛鵬已經默許了趙向晚的主導地位，三人問了錢振業的住處，順便也調查了一下他與潘國慶的關系，得到的信息很有意思。
“以前也沒見他倆關系有多好，倒是這一回潘國慶出差回來之後兩個人走得挺近的。”
“錢振業在廠裏開大貨，但是他好酒，背過幾次處分。要不是因為資格老，只怕被開除了。”
“呶，就是那。錢振業資格老，分的是廠裏最早建的平房，最東頭那兩間房就是他家，地坪裏停的那輛貨車就是錢振業的。”
趙向晚問：“貨車是廠裏的吧，怎麽停在家屬區？”
“按規矩是應該送完貨之後将車交回車隊，不過說是這麽說，錢振業經常會開回家來。我們要是辦年貨東西多，偶爾也會找他幫幫忙。”
趙向晚若有所思地看着這臺貨車，腦中閃過一個念頭，對朱飛鵬說：“我們等下再來見錢振業，先到大門那裏問問。”
三人來到大門處，門衛師傅正在打瞌睡。
聽警察同志要查看1月11號晚上進出的車輛情況，他搔了搔腦袋：“11號？有點時間了啊，我想想……”
想了半天，他不好意思地說：“那天晚上我喝了點酒，人有點迷糊，反正車燈亮了我就幫忙開門，沒留意是誰的車。”
趙向晚皺了皺眉：“喝酒？酒是誰送的？”
“潘國慶送的，這小子有良心，從北方帶回來的好酒，香！後勁足。”
趙向晚繼續問：“那天晚上，12點左右，有車回來嗎？”
門衛師傅忽然一拍大腿，眼睛一亮：“你不說我都忘了，那天晚上天氣冷，我喝了酒睡得迷迷噔噔的，半夜裏被喇叭聲音吵醒。當時我有點不耐煩，推開門衛室的門，寒風灌了一脖子。
結果你猜是誰回來了？是潘國慶那小子！一身的酒氣，他還敢開車出去，嘿嘿，膽子真大。那小子還囑咐說，不讓我往外說，免得廠裏怪他公車私用。如果不是警察同志過來問，我不得說。”
朱飛鵬倒抽了一口涼氣。
有了這條線索，三人找到錢振業詢問時便有了更多的思路。
“潘國慶帶的酒？誰炒的菜？”
“小潘有良心，還記得我這個師父，想當年他學開貨車還是我教的嘞。他體諒我，從廠對面的餐館炒了幾個菜拿到家裏來，邊吃邊聊，舒坦。”
“他幾點到你家的？”
“幾點？我想想啊，應該是六、七點吧。現在天黑得早，他過來的時候路燈都亮了。”
“你們喝了多少？誰先醉的？”
“一瓶酒，我喝了有半斤吧，平時我酒量不如他，不過那天他醉得比我早。估計在老婆那裏受了氣，喝悶酒容易醉。看他直喊頭暈，我也扛不住啊，把他拖到床上躺下之後，自己也一頭栽倒在床上。這酒好啊，一覺睡到了天亮。”
“幾點睡下的？”
“差不多十點多吧。小潘喊頭暈的時候我看過手表，當時還想着，怎麽就十點了？我們喝了這麽久嗎？”
“所以，你和警察說，11號晚上你一直和潘國慶在一起，直到第二天早上八點多他才離開？”
“對啊，我倆一直在一起呢。”
“你能保證中間他沒出去過？”
“不能！他都醉得走不動路，還是我連拖帶拉地才把他送到床上躺下呢。下半夜我起來上廁所，看到他睡得鼾是鼾屁是屁的，哪裏能出去？”
原來，這就是潘國慶的完美不在場證據。
将所有的問詢記錄整理好，趙向晚點頭謝過錢振業，三人離開建機廠。
坐上警車，趙向晚對開車的朱飛鵬說：“我來記時，你往天然居酒店開，看看需要多長時間。”
朱飛鵬現在已經明白趙向晚的用意，痛快地回了一聲：“好嘞～”
警車速度很快，車窗外的景物在快速後移。
朱飛鵬說：“貨車車速不如小車快，但夜裏路上沒車，估計能跑出我現在這個速度。”
密閉車廂裏，何明玉長籲一口氣：“真沒想到，兇手竟然是他！”
朱飛鵬一邊開車一邊思索：“潘國慶提前知道翁萍芳和趙青雲在天然居酒店2103房間私會，所以拉來錢振業幫他制造不在場證明。灌醉錢振業之後拿了他車鑰匙，十點出發開車來到酒店。”
何明玉有些疑惑：“他開貨車到酒店，大晚上的這樣進去，難道沒人發現？”
趙向晚“嗯”了一聲，“我們再走訪一下附近居民，看11號晚上十一點左右有沒有人看到那輛貨車。”
二十多公裏路，警車開了半個多小時。
天然居酒店南面正對着大馬路，西面靠着一座山壁，形成一個天然的停車場。朱飛鵬将車停下，趙向晚擡頭看向酒店二樓走廊。走廊盡頭處開窗，窗戶上方有一塊小小的雨篷板。
何明玉順着她的目光看過去：“怎麽了？有什麽問題嗎？”
趙向晚指了指二樓走廊盡頭緊閉的窗戶：“從這裏可以翻進去。”
朱飛鵬面容一沉，走到酒店的西邊山牆，伸出手跳了跳：“一樓層高四米多，普通人夠不着雨篷板，攀爬上去有難度。潘國慶個子矮，難度更大。”
“如果借助貨車車廂呢？”
朱飛鵬眼睛一亮，往後站了幾步，圍着山牆走了幾步：“如果把車停在這裏，站在車廂上很方便就能踩在雨篷板上。”
何明玉興奮地說：“回頭讓許隊帶法證科的人過來采集腳印，看有沒有攀爬痕跡。”
朱飛鵬感覺看到了曙光：“好，如果能有腳印，那就是鐵證！我看那個潘國慶再怎麽狡辯。”
接下來，證據越來越多。
酒店前臺服務員說晚上十一點左右似乎聽到過車輛發動機的聲響；
對面住宅樓有住戶晚上見到貨車停在酒店西側；
翁萍芳指甲內殘餘人體組織檢測匹配上了；
法證科同事在一樓的雨篷板上采集到了腳印。
……
當所有證據擺在桌面，許嵩嶺一拍桌子：“申請拘捕令！”
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趙向晚沒有想到，潘國慶的嘴那麽硬。
他承認與翁萍芳感情不好，承認自己今年回來發現了她與趙青雲的奸情，承認自己到過天然居酒店，但就是不承認殺了人。
“警官，我也是個人，是個男人啊。知道自己老婆在外面有野男人，心裏能夠高興嗎？11號那天下午，我一直跟着萍芳，跟着她到了對街口的小賣部，聽到她打電話給野男人說老地方見。我這心裏……就跟貓抓了一樣難受。可是，我不敢說不敢鬧，我要是鬧，她就敢離婚。我好不容易才娶了個這麽漂亮的老婆，我舍不得她，我不想離婚。
越想越難受，我一個人憋得受不了了，就想着找錢振業喝酒說幾句心裏話。正好錢振業老婆孩子不在家，方便說話，所以我帶着酒、菜上了他家的門。雖然我們平時來往得不多，但好歹我喊他一聲師父，又都是男人，有些話說得出口是不是？
喝酒喝到十點吧，反正已經喝迷糊了，躺在床上感覺整個人都在天上飄，忽然就不甘心起來。我就想看看，萍芳喜歡的男人是個什麽樣，憑什麽讓她明知道他有老婆還要湊上去。一時沖動，再加上酒精壯膽，我悄悄起床，拿了錢振業的車鑰匙，把車開了出去。
那條路很長，不過晚上車少、人少，我把車開得很快。到那裏的時候還不到十一點，我就在車上等着，等到看到一輛出租車開過來，把那個野男人接走。酒店門口有燈，雖然有點暗，但我終于把他看清楚。說實話，他比我長得高、長得好看，有車接送，肯定是個有權有勢的，我拿什麽和人家比？除了有一顆真心實意，我還有什麽？
我沒走酒店正門，怕被人攔住。我翻窗戶上了二樓，可是當我真正站在2103的門口，看着走廊鋪着的紅地毯，想着房間裏剛剛和野男人幽會的萍芳，想來想去還是沒膽子敲門進去，我進去了說什麽？罵萍芳嗎？她早就嫌棄我了，早就變了心，我罵她有什麽用？打萍芳嗎？自從娶了她，我把她捧在手心裏，掙的每一分錢都給了她，我舍不得。”
聽到這裏，許嵩嶺一張臉似鍋底一樣黑。媽的！這家夥太狡猾了。
“你怎麽知道他們在2103約會？”
“萍芳在小賣部打電話訂的嘛，她說不要臨街的，要對着落霞山的。然後她打電話給野男人，讓他到了之後直接去2103。”
“你脖子上的傷，一開始為什麽說謊？”
“警官，我當時心慌啊，怕你們以為萍芳是我殺的，哪裏敢說是萍芳撓的，我有罪，我不該欺騙那三位警官，我有罪，對不起！我現在就說實話，保證說實話。萍芳打完電話之後吧，我越想心裏越不舒服，憑什麽她能和那個野男人上床，和我在一起去推三阻四？我拉着她要過夫妻生活，可是她鐵了心不肯，我倆拉扯起來，就是那個時候被她在脖子上抓了這印子。”
許嵩嶺發現所有線索到這裏都斷了。
正如趙青雲承認與翁萍芳是情人關系，晚上和她在一起，但不承認殺人一樣，潘國慶也只承認到過酒店，曾經與萍芳有過拉扯，矢口否認動手殺人。
脖子有傷？他們是夫妻，拉扯打架很正常，只能說明翁萍芳死之前與潘國慶有過争執。
到過酒店、翻窗上到二樓？他的确醉酒開車到過酒店，也真的上了二樓，但他不承認進了房間，一樣無法定罪。
“刺——”負責筆錄的朱飛鵬沒控制好力氣，鋼筆筆尖将紙面劃破，發出刺耳的聲響。
潘國慶的目光越過許嵩嶺、朱飛鵬，落在坐在最後的趙向晚，嘴角漸漸上勾，露出一個邪氣十足的笑容。
【警官，還得感謝你告訴我什麽叫疑罪從無。什麽坦白從寬、抗拒從嚴？我看是坦白牢底坐穿，抗拒回家過年！你們有證據，我就有說辭，反正只要不承認自己殺了人，誰也不要給我定罪。】
聽到這一段獨白，趙向晚心情有些沉重。
自己經驗不足，說得太多，反而讓這個潘國慶鑽了空子，找到對付警方的思路。只要他不承認，哪怕證據鏈完整，移交給檢察院之後提交訴訟，也有可能判決無罪釋放。
怎麽辦？
趙青雲、潘國慶都有殺人嫌疑，但都證據不足。
借助讀心術，趙向晚清楚地知道殺人兇手是潘國慶，但卻偏偏沒辦法一錘子把他釘死，可恨！
趙向晚眯了眯眼，眸光銳利，迎上潘國慶的目光。
潘國慶原本有些得意，但不知道為什麽看到趙向晚無畏無懼的模樣，心裏有些發虛，慌忙斂了笑容，低下頭去。
【這個女警和別人不一樣，她的眼睛像醫院裏的X光機一樣，能透視。嗯哼，你再能透視又怎麽樣，未必你能讓那個賤人開口說話？半夜三更的，有誰能看到我掐死了她？嘿嘿。】
“許隊。”
何明玉敲了敲審訊室的門，神情間有些興奮。
許嵩嶺點了點頭，結束審訊，起身離開。
“什麽事？”站在走廊，許嵩嶺臉上一絲笑意都沒有，原本以為這次可以撬開潘國慶的嘴，沒想到他這麽穩得住。
何明玉壓低了聲音彙報：“許隊，劉良駒那邊發現了新的證物。”
許嵩嶺來了點興趣：“什麽？”
“一個日記本，翁萍芳的日記本。”
日記本？這可稀罕了。
許嵩嶺眼睛一亮：“走！看看去。”
趙向晚腦中閃過剛剛潘國慶的心聲，心中冒出一個念頭，讓死人開口說話？現在不是正好有了嗎？
何明玉一邊走一邊解釋。
翁萍芳的遺物中包包裏有一串鑰匙，其中一枚小巧的銀色鑰匙不知道開的是哪一把鎖，當時重案組還讨論過，并沒有結論。直到把潘國慶抓了之後進屋搜索，在翁萍芳的衣櫃裏找到一本被藏得非常嚴實的帶鎖日記本，大家這才明白這枚鑰匙的作用。
打開日記本，略顯幼稚的字體映入眼簾。看完所有文字，重案組集體陷入沉默之中。
半晌，何明玉嘆了一句：“真傻。”
從在咖啡廳第一次見到趙青雲，他的風度翩翩、他的溫柔有禮、他的成熟的話語，讓翁萍芳的一顆心徹底沉淪。這個日記本寫的全是翁萍芳對趙青雲的愛，對他的依戀與崇拜。
明知道對方有家室，明知道和他沒有未來，但是翁萍芳卻一頭栽了進去，在日記本裏為自己編織了一個美麗的愛情夢。
許嵩嶺說：“這個日記本，只能證明翁萍芳愛趙青雲，為他們的婚外情披上一層愛的外衣，讓這段不正當關系不那麽醜陋。”
何明玉指着一段文字說：“許隊你看這裏。”
“只要一想到潘國慶那張醜臉，我就一點和他親密的心思都沒有。趙青雲哪怕四十多歲，身材依然保持得很好，哪裏像潘國慶那樣一肚子的肥油，胳膊捏起來都是松垮垮的……”
朱飛鵬擡手制止了她：“好了，何明玉你別念了，聽着渾身上下不舒服。”
何明玉捉狹一笑：“連你都聽不下去，那要是讓潘國慶來聽呢？是個男人都會憤怒吧？許隊，潘國慶不是嘴嚴嗎？咱們用這個日記來撬一撬，說不定他喪失理智，就認了呢？”
許嵩嶺沉思一陣，緩緩說道：“可以試一試。何明玉你來念。”
趙向晚舉起手：“我來配合。”
朱飛鵬一拍大腿：“對，就讓你們兩個去審，面對女人的羞辱，潘國慶更容易崩潰。”
再一次被提審，潘國慶做好了充分的心理準備。
首戰告捷，這給了潘國慶極大的信心——警方也不過如此嘛。
證據再多有什麽用呢？反正只要我不承認，誰也定不了他的罪！
帶着這份信心，潘國慶再一次踏入審訊室。
發現冰冷的審訊室突然變得溫馨許多，潘國慶愣了神。房間中央擺着一張冰冷的鐵皮長桌，兩把鐵椅分列兩旁，其中一把椅子屬于自己，他很清楚。
The difference is that under the wall with the eight characters "leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist" written in large black Song Dynasty characters, there is a small white square table covered with a pink embroidered tablecloth, and on the table is a washed milk bottle with a red rose in it.
Pan Guoqing's eyebrows jumped at this familiar scene - wasn't this a corner of his bedroom? Why did they stage this scene during the interrogation? What the hell were the police trying to do!
Alarm bells were ringing in his head, and Pan Guoqing didn't even know when he sat down.
Xu Songling walked in and sat quietly opposite Pan Guoqing.
However, Pan Guoqing did not look at Xu Songling. His attention was completely attracted by Zhao Xiangwan and He Mingyu who entered side by side.
Unusually, the two of them were not wearing police uniforms. He Mingyu had her hair permed and wore a bright goose-yellow down coat, looking fashionable and beautiful; Zhao Xiangwan wore a pink floral cotton jacket, and her hair, which had just grown to her shoulders, was tied into two small braids, looking simple and beautiful.
Pan Guoqing's eyes were a little hot, and his heart was touched. One of the two policewomen looked like Weng Pingfang who had just come to the city from the countryside, and the other looked like she had been baptized by the prosperity of the city. Especially the arrogant one who ignored him, they were exactly the same.
Zhao Xiangwan and He Mingyu did not greet Xu Songling, nor did they look at Pan Guoqing. They walked straight to the small square table in the corner, sat down, and took out a beautiful diary.
Zhu Feipeng brought in two cups of coffee, and the interrogation room was filled with a strong aroma of coffee.
The clean white porcelain had a delicate gold rim. He Mingyu held the coffee to his lips, took a sip, and put it back on the plate with a crisp sound.
"bite--"
Pan Guoqing's hands shook unconsciously.
He Mingyu chuckled: "Xiang Wan, do you remember when we went to the dormitory of the Provincial Construction Machinery Factory, Pan Guoqing opened the closet like crazy, pulled out a pile of clothes and threw them on the ground?"
Zhao Xiangwan nodded: "I remember. Those clothes are very beautiful. Weng Pingfang really has good taste."
He Mingyu waved the diary in the air and said, "What a pity! Pan Guoqing didn't even realize that Weng Pingfang hid a diary in the black bag in the closet."
When Pan Guoqing heard this, he clenched his hands that were handcuffed to the table even tighter. His entire attention was drawn to their conversation. His body leaned forward and an unconscious gurgling sound came out of his throat.
[Diary! How dare that bitch write a diary?! What did she write? What on earth did she write? Did she ever love me? Why did she marry me? Why did she fall for another wild man? What on earth did she write!]
Zhao Xiangwan said to He Mingyu: "What did you write?"
He Mingyu put the diary back on the table, lazily raised his left hand to support his chin, casually turned to a page, and read aloud.
"The first time I met Zhao Qingyun, I accidentally spilled coffee on the tablecloth. The manager came over to scold me, but he didn't. He smiled and said: It's okay, just wipe it off. His eyes are so beautiful. When those eyes look at me, I feel like I am wrapped in tenderness and my heart is warm. His voice is very magnetic. You can tell he has read a lot of books. He is like the male protagonist in the movie, handsome, elegant, and considerate of women.
Unlike Pan Guoqing, who stutters every time he sees me, doesn’t like reading or watching movies, has no mood at all, and has a pair of wolf-like eyes that wish he could strip off my clothes right away…”
After reading this, He Mingyu glanced at Zhao Xiangwan. The girl in front of him was as pure as a chrysanthemum bud, and he was really afraid that reading these colored words would pollute her ears.
Zhao Xiangwan blinked his eyes, with encouragement in his eyes, as if to say: I'm fine, just recite and stimulate Pan Guoqing.
He Mingyu continued reading: "On October 6, 1989, I finally went to bed with Qingyun. Happiness surrounded me like a tide. He would hug me and kiss me gently, with considerate and slow movements. When I was with him, I felt that I was a real woman and that my life was not lived in vain."
Pan Guoqing's breathing became heavier. The scene in front of him was too familiar, as if it was in the dormitory of the construction machinery factory. The beautiful Weng Pingfang was sitting at a small table with an exquisite diary in her hand, writing in the diary while talking to her girlfriend, showing off her admiration for her lover and mercilessly mocking her husband's vulgarity and incompetence.
Pan Guoqing was successfully enraged.
"Bang!" He stood up suddenly, moving the iron chair with his handcuffs, making a loud noise.
Xu Songling pushed him down and shouted, "Behave yourself!"
Hearing those humiliating words coming out of He Mingyu's mouth and seeing the two women sitting at the table covered with a beautiful tablecloth chattering about Weng Pingfang's most private words, Pan Guoqing's brain exploded!
How dare they? How dare they?!
Pan Guoqing felt his throat cut by a sharp knife. The sharp pain made him unable to utter a word. Blood dripped down drop by drop, landing on the ground, knees, back of hands... and his heart.
"No! It's not like that—"
Using all his strength, Pan Guoqing finally found his own voice.
"I was so good to her, so good to her. I worked so hard to make money outside. In order to sign a business deal, I worked as a grandson for the boss of the construction site. I didn't fight back when he hit me or scolded me. I drank with him even when I had stomach bleeding. Why did I work so hard? I did it all for her. I gave her all my money. I didn't dare to say a word even though I knew she was spending money recklessly, for fear of making her angry. As long as she showed me a little bit of good face, I felt that the sky was so blue and the flowers were so beautiful."
Later, Pan Guoqing's voice almost sobbed: "What's so good about Zhao Qingyun? He is older than me, has a wife and children, and is an official, so what? He doesn't spend a penny on her, even Pingfang paid for the hotel. What kind of man is he?"
Seeing that his emotions were out of control, Xu Songling decided to add fuel to the fire and sneered: "Do you want to look in the mirror? You are so ugly and uneducated, how can you compare with Zhao Qingyun?"
Pan Guoqing's eyes were filled with anger. "Am I ugly? No matter how ugly I am, can I be as ugly as that shameless Zhao Qingyun? He has a wife but still goes out to look for other women. That's what makes him ugly!"
The explicit description in the diary did not make Zhao Xiangwan blush. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind: to get Pan Guoqing to tell the truth.
Pan Guoqing's spirit is close to collapse. At this moment, as long as the right medicine is used, the goal can be achieved.
Zhao Xiangwan turned around and slowly walked to Pan Guoqing, with her hands resting on the iron table. There was a strange light in her eyes and a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.
"If you think Zhao Qingyun is ugly, why don't you just kill him along the way?"
"Why would I kill him? Are you going to let this pair of bastards live together as husband and wife in the underworld? Forget it! I'll only kill one and let the other be the scapegoat."
Xu Songling and He Mingyu exchanged glances, and He Mingyu felt her heart beating faster and faster, and she wanted to jump up and shout: He admitted it! He admitted it!
"Weng Pingfang once said in her diary that death is a kind of relief, because I can finally get rid of you, an incompetent man, and finally I don't have to see your ugly face anymore..."
These words, like a sharp knife, pierced into Pan Guoqing's heart cruelly, and his fragile self-esteem burst like a balloon.
"Hey, she wants to get rid of me? She wants to get rid of me? She can ask me for a divorce, right? Why doesn't she? She just wants to use my money to support a wild man! Damn her, this bitch!"
"So, you killed her." Zhao Xiangwan's speech speed suddenly increased.
"Yes! I killed her! When she knocked on the door, this bitch thought it was her wild man who came back, and she ran over excitedly to grab my neck. When she saw my face, she changed her expression and threw her hands away without admitting anything. I hated her, I hated her so much that my teeth were gnashing! I pinched her neck and asked: Do you still have a conscience? Do you still have a conscience? Not only did she not give in, she also used her long nails to pinch me, and that hurt my heart. I continued to use force, continued to use force, I pinched hard, I saw her face turn blue, I saw her roll her eyes, and I felt so happy in my heart, so happy! This bitch!"
Pan Guoqing roared like a madman, his face was distorted, his hands were like eagle claws, his knuckles turned white from exerting too much force, and the handcuffs on his wrists hit the iron table, making a harsh sound.
"Shaving your head is to avoid leaving any hair at the scene, right?" Zhao Xiangwan's voice became softer, like a breeze blowing across the lake, causing Pan Guoqing to subconsciously follow her thoughts.
"When I had nothing to do in the north, I would rent videos to watch. Have you ever watched the TV series "Plain Clothes Police"? I knew I couldn't leave any traces of murder, so I shaved my head."
"Delivering wine to the security guard and drinking with Qian Zhenye were also arranged in advance, right?"
"Didn't the TV say that? We need an alibi."
Zhao Xiangwan took two steps back, stood behind Xu Songling, and sneered in his heart: You can't escape if you commit intentional murder.