All four interrogation rooms were full of people, even Madam Qiu Susan showed up. There

were only three people sitting in interrogation room No. 1. Uncle Jiu had his arms on the table, his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, or maybe he was just in a daze.

In front of Liu Jiaming was a notebook, which was already full of questions and answers.

Qiu Susan pursed her lips, and occasionally opened her lips and sighed softly.

After a long while, Uncle Jiu's waist was sore from sitting. Although the injury on his leg had been treated by forensic doctor Xu, it still hurt from time to time, making the nerves in his forehead twitch. When he was chasing before, he gritted his teeth and held his breath, thinking that he would catch up with Ximing even if he died.

At that time, I really couldn't feel any pain anywhere, but now all my muscles and bones are aching. Some parts are burning, some parts are sore, it's really hard to bear.

He let out a long breath and suddenly pulled the corners of his lips. He

thought with a smile: At least I'm not dead.

"Uncle Jiu." Qiu Sushan suddenly spoke.

Lin Wangjiu came back to his senses, raised his eyes and looked forward, meeting Qiu Sushan's dark eyes, he smiled bitterly: "Madam, if you have any other questions, ask them."

"You really didn't push him or hit him?" Qiu Sushan spoke with some difficulty. It would be uncomfortable for anyone to question the detective they have been working with.

The one who felt the most uncomfortable was of course Lin Wangjiu himself. He turned his eyes away and smiled in an ambiguous way. The corners of his mouth suddenly turned down, and he shook his head lightly. He muttered a few words before meeting Qiu Sushan's eyes and said,

"I didn't hit him, and I didn't push him."

After looking at Qiu Sushan for a few seconds, he continued, "He tried to jump over the fence, but he didn't make it over, and he fell down and died. He fell so badly, tumbling down, and hitting the ground like a piece of dead meat... The person I've been looking for for half a lifetime died just like that, haha."

"..." Qiu Sushan didn't say anything.

A one-meter-high iron fence can be easily crossed by even a child of about ten years old.

No one would fall to death because they couldn't jump over it. This is something everyone knows.

"Didn't he fall down on the way to the chase?" Qiu Sushan spoke again.

"No, it was me who fell flat on my face." Uncle Jiu reached out and scratched his thigh. His fingertips accidentally touched the wound and he grimaced in pain. He wanted to complain, but then realized that this was not the time or environment to complain, so he had to shut up and stare at the table in front of him.

This night was like a dream to him.

He could meet Ximing again in this life, and he almost had the opportunity to ask those questions that always pop up in his dreams at midnight.

But the person who suddenly came back to life suddenly died again.

The opportunity was just a flash, and he couldn't catch it in the end.

It was as if fate was playing tricks on him and had to knock Lin Wangjiu down with one blow.

He had slowly climbed up in the past few years and became an agent again. His increasingly better life seemed to be just a temporary negligence and charity of fate. Now, fate has turned against him again, and those charity will be taken back.

"Didn't you have any other conversations between you?" Qiu Sushan continued to ask.

Uncle Jiu shook his head. He was running so hard that he could hardly breathe, so how could he talk? He had already used up all his energy just shouting "Stop! Police!" and he really couldn't shout out anything more.

"Okay, if you remember anything, please report it immediately." Qiu Sushan exhaled.

"Madam..." Uncle Jiu raised his head.

"What?" Qiu Sushan frowned and looked up.

"..." Uncle Jiu smiled awkwardly and shook his head. Whatever he wanted to say, he swallowed it back into his stomach.

Uncle Jiu couldn't go home that night. According to the procedure, he had to stay in the police station as a suspect for 24 hours.

The iron house, iron bed and iron bars. Fang Zhenyue specifically instructed the detention center to get an extra quilt for Uncle Jiu. He left in a hurry without showing up for Uncle Jiu.

When he returned to the B team office, Qiu Susan was waiting for Fang Zhenyue.

She put the confession on the table and stared at him, "Every time you don't want to be a villain, let me come forward."

Fang Zhenyue smiled weakly, pulled the chair next to him and sat down, looking distressed and powerless.

"Do you believe Uncle Jiu?" Qiu Susan asked him with her arms folded.

Everyone in the police station knows how badly Xi Ming hurt Uncle Jiu.

He used to be a passionate detective, but he lost hope and finally threw away the most intense things. Working in the police station from nine to five was just a job. He gradually grew old and no longer mentioned the past, just waiting to retire.

Uncle Jiu must have hated Xi Ming in his heart. He hated this informant who provided false information, destroyed a person's dream, and took away this person's original trust in others.

No one can say what kind of emotions and behaviors will arise towards this enemy who has changed his life.

Qiu Sushan didn't dare to believe that Uncle Jiu was innocent, but she didn't dare not to believe it.

She looked at Fang Zhenyue, as if she hoped that the other party would give her an answer.

Fang Zhenyue raised his head, met Qiu Sushan's eyes, and smiled softly: "I believe Uncle Jiu." "

..." Qiu Sushan pursed her lips, "To what extent do you believe it? Believe that the person is Xi Ming? Believe that Uncle Jiu has never met Xi Ming?"

Fang Zhenyue didn't say anything, just bit his back teeth and raised his wide jaw, making this handsome face more angular, resolute and cold.

Qiu Sushan sighed softly, "Then go and prove them one by one."

If Uncle Jiu's innocence cannot be proved, let alone the anti-corruption fund of 80 times his monthly salary when he retires, even whether he can retire smoothly is another matter.

Before leaving the office of Group B, Qiu Sushan turned back again: "I will suppress the test report from the Forensic Department. After 24 hours, when Uncle Jiu returns home, the test report will have the result."

"Thank you, madam." Fang Zhenyue stood up and saw her out.

"Don't thank me, prove your idea." Everyone hopes that Uncle Jiu is innocent, and so does she.

...

Jiayi and Gary re-interrogated the three eyewitnesses, and the confessions of the three were basically the same as the initial trial.

When sending the three people away, Gary said goodbye to Zhao Zhicheng. Jiayi looked at Zhao Zhicheng, but she kept her face tense and lips pursed without saying anything.

Zhao Zhicheng seemed to understand why Jiayi reacted that way. He raised one corner of his mouth provocatively, tilted his head and asked with a nonchalant smile: "How is it, madam?"

Jiayi stared at Zhao Zhicheng's back, and waited until he walked out of the police station before she gritted her teeth and said, "Sooner or later, I'll make you tell the truth."

"Are you saying that Zhao Zhicheng didn't tell the truth?" Gary turned to Jiayi and asked.

"Uncle Jiu didn't make excuses." Jiayi said calmly and returned to the B team office.

The confession was placed on the table, and she walked over to clean the whiteboard. Fang Zhenyue happened to walk back.

"How is it?" Fang Zhenyue took a look at the confession on the table and turned to ask Jiayi.

"It's still the same. Zhao Zhicheng insisted that he saw Uncle Jiu pushing someone." Jiayi lowered her eyebrows with a serious expression.

Gary looked at Jiayi's cold expression, and then looked at Fang Zhenyue's cold expression. He inexplicably felt that the two people were becoming more and more alike.

Fang Zhenyue took a breath and wrote two lines on the whiteboard:

[Eyewitness Zhao Zhicheng]

[Dead Liu Fuqiang]

Liu Jiaming, who had just been sent to the Forensic Department for surveillance, spoke as soon as he entered the door:

"Sir Xu found coronary atherosclerotic plaques, proving that Ximing had coronary heart disease.

"Based on the staining of the deceased's fingers and tooth examination, it can be inferred that the deceased had a serious smoking addiction. This will also aggravate the condition of coronary heart disease."

"Based on the evidence on Ximing, we already know that he is a night security guard in the Baisna community in Hung Hom, so he also has a problem of staying up late." Jiayi added. "

Yes, the deceased may have become very ill due to many problems such as staying up late and smoking.

"Intense running may be a trigger, coupled with emotional excitement, leading to myocardial infarction. But to determine the specific cause of death, we have to observe the color of the scalp for 6 hours and do in-depth biopsy tests."

Liu Jiaming paused and thought for a while before continuing:

"At the same time, it was found that the deceased had multiple impact injuries on the head, shoulders, etc., which should have been caused by a fall. But it cannot be completely confirmed that it was caused by the fall at the scene of death."

"That is to say, it is not ruled out that before death, the deceased had a physical conflict with Uncle Jiu." Fang Zhenyue frowned even tighter.

"Yes, Mr. Xu said that all the tests done so far cannot prove whether the deceased fell first and then had a heart attack, or whether the heart attack first and then fell." Liu Jiaming nodded, his tone getting heavier and heavier, and turned to look at Jiayi, "Now it depends on what the eyewitnesses say."

"..." Jiayi shook her head.

"Damn." Liu Jiaming slapped the door frame and gritted his teeth, those bastards who wanted all the police to be in trouble.

"Let's wait and see after Brother Sanfu finds out Liu Fuqiang's condition." Jiayi still had hope. She stood up, took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and poured everyone a cup of hot water.

Everyone then held their thermos cups, drank water silently, and waited for Sanfu.

Half an hour later, Sanfu brought back a bunch of information and the wife of the deceased.

Fang Zhenyue took Gary to interrogate this Mrs. Liu. Jiayi and Liu Jiaming stood outside the interrogation room, squeezing in front of the small window to peek.

This Mrs. Liu claimed that she had no idea who Ximing was. When she married Liu Fuqiang, Liu Fuqiang was already a security guard in the Baishina community.

At that time, Liu Fuqiang was not only a night security guard in Baishina, but also a senior security guard with a high salary. He also owned a 600-square-foot house in Baishina community, which he bought in full without any loans.

Mrs. Liu worked as a cashier in a restaurant, and with Liu Fuqiang's salary, the couple lived a good life.

The only regret is that they have been married for many years but still have no children. Another regret is that Liu Fuqiang does not know how to enjoy life. He usually sleeps during the day and works at night. Even on his days off, he is unwilling to go shopping with Mrs. Liu.

The couple has hardly been to the park for so many years. Liu Fuqiang rarely even leaves the area around Baishina.

"To hide their identities and avoid being discovered by the police." Liu Jiaming muttered.

Jiayi also had this idea, which is probably why Ximing disappeared for so many years.

One reason is that he betrayed Uncle Jiu and provided false information to Uncle Jiu in exchange for a property in Baishina and a new identity. He changed his appearance, erased his fingerprints and identity, and completely broke with his past self. Then there is the mole-like life of sleeping during the day and going out at night, which has been the same for decades. He has become "invisible" in this society by not seeing the sun, not building a new social circle, not enjoying too much, and not going out.

But why did Xi Ming appear in Sham Shui Po again?

When Fang Zhenyue asked whether Liu Fuqiang had an old illness, all the detectives inside and outside the interrogation room held their breath.

But to everyone's disappointment and even anger, Mrs. Liu hesitated for a few seconds and actually replied that Liu Fuqiang was in good health and had no major or minor illness.

When asked whether he had any heart discomfort recently, Mrs. Liu denied it outright.

This is lying with one's eyes open. Since the forensic doctor found the disease in the bed, it means that the disease has lasted for a long time.

As Liu Fuqiang's wife, it is impossible for her not to know about Liu Fuqiang's physical condition.

Fang Zhenyue's jaw tightened, and he had already understood that Mrs. Liu might have figured out the connection before she came.

If the police determined that Liu Fuqiang died of his own illness, then there would be no one responsible for Liu Fuqiang's death. But if Liu Fuqiang did not die of illness, Mrs. Liu might be able to scam someone and get compensation. Now this scammer is obviously Uncle Jiu.

In the face of interests, people always choose to say what is in their favor.

Fairness and honesty suddenly became unworthy of mention.

Gary sternly told Mrs. Liu that if she obstructed the police investigation and provided false evidence, she might be sentenced to seven years in prison.

Although Mrs. Liu hesitated for a few seconds, she still insisted that what she said was true.

Fang Zhenyue turned away and didn't want to look at Mrs. Liu anymore. He turned around and walked out of the interrogation room, and said to Jiayi: "Go and apply for a search warrant from Madam. We must go to Liu Fuqiang's house."

Jiayi turned around and called Qiu Susan. Madam had just arrived home. After answering the phone, she immediately turned on the computer and logged into her email, and asked the court to apply for a search warrant as soon as possible.

At the police station, after Gary interrogated Mrs. Liu, everyone sorted out the various situations of the case. There was nothing else to do today.

Fang Zhenyue arranged tomorrow's work, glanced at the time, and said he would call it a day.

Everyone went to the detention center to say goodbye to Uncle Jiu, and then left with some worry.

…

On the first morning, Jiayi got up very early. Before leaving the house, she went back to her room to find her library card.

In the morning, she was going to ask Mr. Xu about the specific condition of the deceased Liu Fuqiang. After lunch break, she wanted to go to the library to find some books related to coronary heart disease to understand it more deeply and systematically.

"Big sister, will Uncle Jiu be okay?" Jiaru already knew about Uncle Jiu. When she sent her big sister out, she handed Jiayi a scarf while expressing her concern.

"Yes." Jiayi nodded silently and forced a smile, "All innocent people will be fine!"