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 costs 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.
"We can't let him go! He killed Pingfang. He killed Pingfang. How can we let him go?"
Zhao Xiangwan said calmly, "That can't be helped. When we police investigate cases, we tell the facts and present evidence. We don't tolerate torture to extract confessions."
Pan Guoqing sat down on the bed, his nostrils flaring, his lips tightly closed, and he said nothing.
After countless psychological preparations, the solid wall that Pan Guoqing had erected in his heart suddenly collapsed, and his thoughts unfolded in Zhao Xiangwan's mind without any defense.
[It was clearly arranged so well, why couldn't they convict that bastard Zhao Qingyun? ]
[The police acted really fast. I was originally planning to reveal some information when they couldn't find the person. Zhao Qingyun wanted to hide? No way!]
[It took no effort to strangle that bitch to death. I saw her face was full of lust. What a bitch! When she had sex with me, it was like going to the execution ground. She fought with me desperately and scratched my neck, leaving several bloody marks. But she was very willing to sleep with a strange man, and ran dozens of miles to get him. What a shameless bitch! ]
[Book a room at a hotel? I'll let you two have fun! So what if I'm drunk? I'll still drive. When that bastard Zhao Qingyun comes out, I'll climb in from the corridor, kill him, and then return the same way. No one will know. Who would know that I can kill someone after drinking half a catty of alcohol?]
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As the details of Pan Guoqing's murder unfolded before her eyes, Zhao Xiangwan's expression became more and more serious. She suddenly raised her hand, pointed at Pan Guoqing's neck and asked, "What's wrong with your neck?"
Pan Guoqing was startled and subconsciously covered the wound on his neck with his left hand: "No, it's nothing, my neck is itchy and I accidentally scratched the skin."
"When did it happen?"
"A little while ago."
Pan Guoqing's sudden stuttering made Zhu Feipeng alert. He stood up, pulled away Pan Guoqing's covering hand, pulled off the collar of his cotton coat, and looked at his wound carefully.
Three bloody scratches ran from the back of his neck to his ear, about one millimeter deep, and the skin around it was turned out. It looked like the injury was serious.
Zhu Feipeng sneered: "You caught him yourself? You were really harsh."
He pressed Pan Guoqing's shoulder with one hand and twisted his arm with the other, forcing his palm to his eyes: "You don't have long fingernails, how could you have cut so deep?"
Pan Guoqing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he screamed: "Officer, please be gentler. It was because the cut was too deep that I cut my nails."
He Mingyu was very careful. She observed for a moment and then frowned. "Your nails were freshly cut? I see the edges of your nails are rough. I'm afraid they are not cut. Do you have a habit of biting your nails?"
One lie requires countless lies to cover it up.
Pan Guoqing's mind raced, and he said with a flushed face, "Well, officers, please forgive me. This was when Pingfang and I were having sex, and she came up to me in excitement."
"You're lying! There are no injuries on Zhao Qingyun's body, and Weng Pingfang doesn't have such a habit."
Zhao Xiangwan's sharp observation and Zhu Feipeng's strong questioning made Pan Guoqing panic. The policeman who was so friendly to him just now suddenly became fierce. Pan Guoqing didn't know what went wrong and tried hard to explain it, but the more he spoke, the more loopholes he revealed.
"Well... it's the interest between husband and wife. Weng Pingfang just likes me this way. Don't ask any more questions." Pan Guoqing struggled for a while, and the cotton hat on his head slipped off, revealing a big bald head.
It's so cold and he shaved his head. This is abnormal and there must be something wrong.
Thinking that only the hair of Weng Pingfang and Zhao Qingyun was found at the crime scene, He Mingyu's doubts deepened.
However, these are just suspicions.
Zhao Xiangwan achieved his goal and quietly closed the notebook. As long as he could make Zhu Feipeng and He Mingyu suspicious of Pan Guoqing, it would be much easier to investigate the case later.
After coming out of Pan Guoqing's house, He Mingyu and Zhu Feipeng both looked at Zhao Xiangwan.
"Zhao Xiangwan, do you suspect Pan Guoqing was the murderer?"
"Didn't he have time to commit the crime?"
"Yes, even if we suspect him, he doesn't have the time to commit the crime."
Zhao Xiangwan did not answer their questions, but said: "Let's go find Qian Zhenye to find out the situation."
Zhu Feipeng had already acquiesced to Zhao Xiangwan's dominant position. The three asked about Qian Zhenye's residence and also investigated his relationship with Pan Guoqing. The information they obtained was very interesting.
"I didn't see how close they were before, but this time after Pan Guoqing came back from his business trip, they became quite close."
"Qian Zhenye is the general manager of the factory, but he is a heavy drinker and has been punished several times. If it weren't for his seniority, he would have been fired."
"Look, that's it. Qian Zhenye has seniority, so he was allocated the first bungalow built in the factory. The two rooms at the eastern end are his home, and the truck parked in the ground floor belongs to Qian Zhenye."
Zhao Xiangwan asked: "The truck belongs to the factory, right? Why is it parked in the residential area?"
"According to the rules, we should return the car to the fleet after delivering the goods. However, despite this, Qian Zhenye often drives it back home. If we have a lot of New Year's goods, we will occasionally ask him for help."
Zhao Xiangwan looked at the truck thoughtfully, and an idea flashed through his mind. He said to Zhu Feipeng, "Let's go see Qian Zhenye later. Let's go to the gate first to ask."
The three of them arrived at the gate and saw the security guard dozing off.
When he heard the police wanted to check the vehicles entering and leaving on the night of January 11, he scratched his head and said, "11th? There's some time left. Let me think..."
After thinking for a long time, he said embarrassedly: "I had a few drinks that night and was a little confused. Anyway, I helped open the door when the car lights were on. I didn't notice whose car it was."
Zhao Xiangwan frowned: "Drinking? Who sent the wine?"
"Pan Guoqing sent it to me. This guy has a conscience. He brought back good wine from the north. It's delicious and has a strong aftertaste."
Zhao Xiangwan continued to ask: "That night, around 12 o'clock, was there a car coming back?"
The security guard suddenly slapped his thigh, his eyes lit up: "If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten it. It was cold that night, and I was drunk and drowsy. I was woken up by the sound of the horn in the middle of the night. I was a little impatient at the time, so I pushed open the door of the security room and the cold wind blew into my neck.
Guess who came back? It was Pan Guoqing! He was drunk, but he still dared to drive out. He was really brave. He also told me not to tell anyone, lest the factory blame him for using the company car for personal purposes. If the police hadn't come to ask, I would have said nothing."
Zhu Feipeng took a breath of cool air.
With this clue, the three of them had more ideas when they found Qian Zhenye to ask.
"The wine Pan Guoqing brought? Who cooked the dishes?"
"Xiao Pan has a conscience. He still remembers me as his master. I was the one who taught him how to drive a truck. He was considerate of me and cooked a few dishes from the restaurant across from the factory and brought them home. We ate and talked while we were having a good time."
"What time did he arrive at your house?"
"What time? Let me think, it should be six or seven. It gets dark early now, and the street lights were on when he came over."
"How much did you drink? Who got drunk first?"
"I drank about half a catty of wine from a bottle. I usually can't drink as much as he does, but he got drunk earlier than me that day. I guess he got angry with his wife and it was easy to get drunk by drinking alone. Seeing him complaining about being dizzy, I couldn't stand it anymore. After dragging him to the bed and lying down, I fell on the bed myself. The wine was good. I slept until dawn."
"What time did you go to bed?"
"It's about ten o'clock. When Xiao Pan said he was dizzy, I looked at my watch and thought, how come it's already ten o'clock? Have we been drinking for so long?"
"So, you told the police that you were with Pan Guoqing the entire night of the 11th, and he didn't leave until around 8 a.m. the next morning?"
"Yes, we have always been together."
"Can you guarantee that he didn't go out during that time?"
"No! He was so drunk that he couldn't walk, and I had to drag him to bed. I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and saw him snoring and farting. How could I go out?"
It turned out that this was Pan Guoqing's perfect alibi.
After sorting out all the inquiry records, Zhao Xiangwan nodded and thanked Qian Zhenye, and the three of them left the construction factory.
After getting in the police car, Zhao Xiangwan said to Zhu Feipeng who was driving, "I'll keep the time. You drive to Tianranju Hotel and see how long it takes."
Zhu Feipeng now understood Zhao Xiangwan's intention and replied happily: "Okay~"
The police car was driving very fast and the scenery outside the window was moving backwards quickly.
Zhu Feipeng said: "The speed of a truck is not as fast as a car, but there are no cars on the road at night, so I think it can run as fast as I am now."
In the closed compartment, He Mingyu let out a long sigh: "I never thought that the murderer was actually him!"
Zhu Feipeng thought as he drove: "Pan Guoqing knew in advance that Weng Pingfang and Zhao Qingyun had a secret meeting in Room 2103 of Tianranju Hotel, so he asked Qian Zhenye to help him create an alibi. After getting Qian Zhenye drunk, he took his car keys and drove to the hotel at ten o'clock."
He Mingyu was a little puzzled: "He drove a truck to the hotel and went in so late at night. Didn't anyone notice him?"
Zhao Xiangwan hummed, "Let's go and interview nearby residents to see if anyone saw the truck around 11pm on the 11th."
The police car drove for more than half an hour to cover the 20-odd-kilometer distance.
The south side of Tianranju Hotel faces the main road, and the west side is against a mountain wall, forming a natural parking lot. Zhu Feipeng parked the car, and Zhao Xiangwan looked up at the corridor on the second floor of the hotel. There was a window at the end of the corridor, and there was a small awning above the window.
He Mingyu followed her gaze and asked, "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
Zhao Xiangwan pointed to the closed window at the end of the corridor on the second floor and said, "You can climb in from here."
Zhu Feipeng's face darkened. He walked to the west wall of the hotel, stretched out his hand and jumped: "The first floor is more than four meters high. Ordinary people can't reach the awning board, so it's difficult to climb up. Pan Guoqing is short, so it's even more difficult."
"What if we use a truck compartment?"
Zhu Feipeng's eyes lit up, he stepped back a few steps, and walked around the mountain wall a few steps: "If we park the car here, it will be very convenient to stand on the awning board from the carriage."
He Mingyu said excitedly: "Let Captain Xu bring the forensic department to collect footprints to see if there are any signs of climbing."
Zhu Feipeng felt like he saw a ray of hope: "Okay, if there are footprints, that will be irrefutable evidence! I don't care how Pan Guoqing tries to argue."
Then, the evidence piled up.
The hotel front desk clerk said that they seemed to hear the sound of a vehicle engine at around 11pm;
Residents of the residential building opposite saw a truck parked on the west side of the hotel at night;
The residual human tissue in Weng Pingfang's fingernails was tested and matched;
Colleagues from the Forensic Department collected footprints on the awning board on the first floor.
…
When all the evidence was laid out on the table, Xu Songling slammed the table and said, "Apply for an arrest warrant!"
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Zhao Xiangwan didn't expect Pan Guoqing to be so stubborn.
He admitted that he had a bad relationship with Weng Pingfang, admitted that he discovered her affair with Zhao Qingyun when he returned this year, and admitted that he had been to the Tianranju Hotel, but he just refused to admit that he had killed someone.
"Officer, I am also a person, a man. How can I be happy knowing that my wife has a strange man outside? On the afternoon of the 11th, I followed Pingfang all the way to the small shop across the street. I heard her call the strange man and told him to meet at the old place. My heart... felt as uncomfortable as if I was scratched by a cat. But I didn't dare to say anything or make a fuss. If I made a fuss, she would dare to divorce me. I finally married such a beautiful wife, I can't bear to leave her, and I don't want to divorce.
The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I thought about finding Qian Zhenye to drink and talk to him. Qian Zhenye's wife and children were not at home, so it was convenient to talk, so I brought wine and food to his house. Although we don't interact much, at least I call him Master, and we are both men, so there are some things I can say, right?
We drank until 10 o'clock. Anyway, I was already drunk. I felt like I was floating in the sky while lying on the bed. Suddenly, I felt unwilling to give up. I wanted to see what kind of man Pingfang liked, and why she would get close to him even though she knew he had a wife. On impulse, and with the courage of alcohol, I quietly got up, took Qian Zhenye's car keys, and drove out.
The road was long, but there were few cars and people at night, so I drove very fast. It was not yet eleven o'clock when I got there, so I waited in the car until I saw a taxi coming and picking up the wild man. There was a light at the entrance of the hotel, although it was a little dim, but I finally saw him clearly. To be honest, he was taller and more handsome than me, and he had a car to pick him up. He must be a powerful person. What could I compare with him? Apart from a sincere heart, what else did I have?
I didn't go through the main entrance of the hotel, fearing that someone would stop me. I climbed through the window and went up to the second floor, but when I was standing at the door, looking at the red carpet in the corridor, thinking about Pingfang who had just had a tryst with a strange man in the room, I thought about it and thought about it, but I still didn't have the courage to knock on the door and go in. What should I say when I go in? Scold Pingfang? She had already given up on me and changed her mind a long time ago. What's the point of scolding her? Beat Pingfang? Since I married her, I have held her in my hands and given her every penny I earned. I can't bear to do that."
Hearing this, Xu Songling's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Damn! This guy is too cunning.
"How do you know they were dating?"
"Pingfang called the canteen to place her order. She said she didn't want the one on the street, but the one facing Luoxia Mountain. Then she called the wild man and asked him to go directly to 2103 when he arrived."
"Why did you lie at first about the wound on your neck?"
"Officer, I was panicking at the time. I was afraid that you would think that I killed Pingfang. How could I dare to say that it was Pingfang who killed her? I am guilty. I shouldn't have deceived those three officers. I am guilty. I'm sorry! I'm telling the truth now. I promise to tell the truth. After Pingfang made the call, the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. How could she sleep with that wild man and refuse to be with me? I pulled her to have sex, but she was determined not to. We started to fight, and that's when she scratched my neck and left this mark."
Xu Songling found that all clues ended here.
Just as Zhao Qingyun admitted that he was in a romantic relationship with Weng Pingfang and was with her at night, but did not admit to murdering her, Pan Guoqing only admitted to having been to the hotel and having a fight with Pingfang, but flatly denied committing the murder.
A wound on the neck? They were a couple, so it was normal for them to fight. It could only mean that Weng Pingfang had a dispute with Pan Guoqing before her death.
Went to the hotel and climbed through the window to the second floor? He did drive to the hotel drunk and did go up to the second floor, but he did not admit to entering the room, so he could not be convicted.
"Screech--" Zhu Feipeng, who was in charge of taking notes, failed to control his strength and the tip of the pen scratched the paper, making a harsh sound.
Pan Guoqing's gaze passed over Xu Songling and Zhu Feipeng and fell on Zhao Xiangwan who was sitting at the back. The corners of his mouth gradually curled up, revealing an evil smile.
[Officer, I have to thank you for telling me what the presumption of innocence means. What is leniency for confessing and severity for resisting? I think if you confess, you will spend the rest of your life in prison, but if you resist, you can go home for the New Year! You have evidence, and I have an excuse. Anyway, as long as I don’t admit that I killed someone, no one should convict me. ]
After hearing this monologue, Zhao Xiangwan felt a little heavy.
My lack of experience and my excessive talk gave Pan Guoqing an opportunity to find a way to deal with the police. As long as he didn't admit it, even if the chain of evidence was complete and handed over to the procuratorate for prosecution, he could still be acquitted and released.
What to do?
Zhao Qingyun and Pan Guoqing are both suspected of murder, but there is insufficient evidence.
With the help of mind reading, Zhao Xiangwan clearly knew that the murderer was Pan Guoqing, but he just couldn't nail him to death with a hammer. How hateful!
Zhao Xiangwan narrowed his eyes, his eyes sharp, and met Pan Guoqing's gaze.
Pan Guoqing was feeling somewhat proud at first, but for some reason he felt a little guilty when he saw Zhao Xiangwan's fearless look. He hurriedly put down his smile and lowered his head.
[This female police officer is different from others. Her eyes are like the X-ray machines in the hospital, and she can see through things. Well, even if you can see through things, you may not be able to make that bitch speak. In the middle of the night, who can see me strangling her to death? Hehe.]
"Captain Xu."
He Mingyu knocked on the door of the interrogation room, looking a little excited.
Xu Songling nodded, ended the interrogation, and stood up to leave.
"What's the matter?" Standing in the corridor, Xu Songling had no smile on his face. He originally thought that he could pry open Pan Guoqing's mouth this time, but he didn't expect him to be so calm.
He Mingyu lowered his voice and reported: "Captain Xu, Liu Liangju has found new evidence."
Xu Songling became interested: "What?"
"A diary, Weng Pingfang's diary."
A diary? That's rare.
Xu Songling's eyes lit up: "Let's go! Let's take a look."
Zhao Xiangwan recalled Pan Guoqing's thoughts and an idea came to his mind: let the dead speak? Isn't it possible now?
He Mingyu explained as he walked.
Among Weng Pingfang's belongings, there was a bunch of keys in her bag. One of the small silver keys didn't know which lock it opened. The serious case team discussed it at the time, but couldn't come to a conclusion. It wasn't until they arrested Pan Guoqing and searched the house that they found a locked diary that was hidden very carefully in Weng Pingfang's closet. Only then did everyone understand the function of the key.
Opening the diary, a slightly childish handwriting came into view. After reading all the words, the serious crime team fell into silence.
After a while, He Mingyu sighed, "How stupid."
From the first time she met Zhao Qingyun in the cafe, his elegant demeanor, his gentleness and politeness, and his mature words made Weng Pingfang's heart completely fall in love with him. This diary is full of Weng Pingfang's love for Zhao Qingyun, her attachment to him and her admiration for him.
Although she knew that the other party was married and that there was no future for them, Weng Pingfang still plunged into it and weaved a beautiful love dream for herself in her diary.
Xu Songling said: "This diary can only prove that Weng Pingfang loves Zhao Qingyun, and it covers their extramarital affair with a layer of love, making this illicit relationship less ugly."
He Mingyu pointed to a paragraph of text and said, "Captain Xu, look here."
"Whenever I think of Pan Guoqing's ugly face, I have no desire to get close to him. Even though Zhao Qingyun is over 40 years old, he still maintains a good figure. He is not like Pan Guoqing who is full of fat and has loose arms when you pinch them..."
Zhu Feipeng raised his hand to stop her: "Okay, He Mingyu, stop reading. It makes me feel uncomfortable."
He Mingyu smiled mischievously: "If even you can't stand it, what if Pan Guoqing listens? Any man would be angry, right? Captain Xu, isn't Pan Guoqing a strict person? Let's use this diary to pry him in, maybe he will lose his mind and admit it."
Xu Songling pondered for a while, then slowly said, "We can give it a try. He Mingyu, you read it."
Zhao Xiangwan raised his hand: "I'll cooperate."
Zhu Feipeng slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, let the two of you go to judge. Facing the humiliation of a woman, Pan Guoqing will collapse more easily."
Being brought to trial again, Pan Guoqing was fully prepared mentally.
The victory in the first battle gave Pan Guoqing great confidence - the police were no different.
What good is the evidence? As long as I don't admit it, no one can convict me!
With this confidence, Pan Guoqing once again stepped into the interrogation room.
Pan Guoqing was stunned to find that the cold interrogation room suddenly became much warmer. In the middle of the room stood a cold long iron table with two iron chairs on either side. He knew very well that one of the chairs belonged to him.
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.
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