Da Jianzai was sitting in the interrogation room, surrounded by a group of people, all of them looked ferocious, as if everyone had a grudge against him for killing his father.

Especially You Shazhan who had been pressing his head on the road and not letting him look up. He would not believe it if he was not told that there was some personal vendetta.

Da Jianzai had never seen such a scene before, and he clearly realized the seriousness of the matter and was very scared.

In addition, the shoes were on his feet, and he could not tell the difference between the detective's words, so he finally confessed.

After several rounds of bombing, Da Jianzai, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, gave out another accomplice, Ahong, a 16-year-old henchman who was arrested for playing mahjong with him.

In another training room, after taking turns to interrogate for more than three hours, Ah Hong also admitted his crime, but when asked if there were other accomplices, he refused to speak again.

Da Jianzai even swore that there were only two of them, and the deadlock reappeared.

Fang Zhenyue rubbed his temples, feeling upset and having a headache.

When walking out of the interrogation room, You Zhaohua spoke anxiously: "With only two people, how could they definitely crush Ding Baolin and the female victim? There must be other accomplices."

Fang Zhenyue looked back at him and

said, "Let's find more evidence." Then he turned back to the B team office.

As soon as the detectives walked in, they saw something extra on the whiteboard -

during the period of arrest, the "red circle ghost hand" appeared again.

It was not only drawn on the names of Dajianzi and Ahong, but also on the names of two young men who had been investigated before and had worked as thugs in the dance hall with the male victim Ding Baolin.

In addition, there was an empty circle outside these four circles.

"It seems that someone suspected that two other people besides Dajianzi and Ahong were also murderers, and... it was judged that there were five murderers." Fang Zhenyue faced the whiteboard, erased the empty circle, stepped back, stared at the other two names for a while, left the whiteboard eraser, turned around and walked out of the office again, and went straight back to the interrogation room.

"Hey? Brother Yue, you--" Liu Jiaming followed back and brushed shoulders with Fang Zhenyue just as he walked to the door. He wondered why Brother Yue turned back again, and turned around and saw two more red circles on the whiteboard, "Fuck!" He took a step and immediately trotted to catch up with Fang Zhenyue.

…

In interrogation room No. 1, Lin Wangjiu was killing Da Jianzi.

In interrogation room No. 2, You Zhaohua was yelling at A Hong, banging his head on the table and glaring at him.

Fang Zhenyue stood outside the two interrogation rooms and considered for a while, then resolutely walked into A Hong's room. The moment he opened the door, he said to You Zhaohua:

"Da Jianzi confessed, and the other three murderers have been found. Let's prepare to arrest them."

"Really?!" You Zhaohua stood up suddenly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Uncle Jiu and the others have already gone to arrest them. If they catch people in their sleep, they can't get away. Let me talk to A Hong." Fang Zhenyue walked around the table and sat in You Zhaohua's seat.

When he said that the other three people were caught, A Hong's fist on the table clenched instantly, and his expression became unnatural.

If he had given the wrong number, Hong would have known that he was lying and would not have reacted nervously.

So now it is basically certain that there are indeed three accomplices on the run.

Fang Zhenyue lazily leaned back in a chair, looking at Hong, and said like a cat playing with a mouse:

"You didn't expect that you would be betrayed by Da Jianzi even though you kept refusing to speak. You are so stupid, your loyalty is worthless."

"Anyway, I'm under 18 years old and I won't be sentenced to death. I'll stay in there for a few years. If I behave better, I'll be out soon." Hong was instantly enraged. Da Jianzi's betrayal made him feel ashamed and painful.

Fang Zhenyue shrugged, "The female victim died in a tragic way. When the time comes, the police and the media will exaggerate and describe you as as cruel as the devil. Guess what the jury will choose?"

"..." Ah Hong's hands were handcuffed. He clenched his fists and pressed against the cold square table. He stared at the handcuffs and gritted his teeth.

Fang Zhenyue smiled, leaned over and crossed his legs, and said:

"Da Jianzi has made meritorious reports and has a good attitude of confessing his guilt, so he doesn't have to die. Send the rest of you to jail for a long time, but he can stay for a few years."

He stroked his short hair, took a deep breath, and easily put away his expression that deserved a beating. When he met Ahong again, he was sincere and full of sympathy:

"If you can provide more information than Dajianzi, such as tracing back the crime process, who took the initiative, who proposed, who was responsible for dumping the body into the lake, who caused the fatal injury... and what everyone did, report it in detail. I guarantee you will live longer than Dajianzi."

Ahong raised his head. Even with the air conditioner turned up so high, he was sweating all the time.

When he looked at Fang Zhenyue, he kept rubbing his fists, obviously struggling.

"But you'd better hurry up, otherwise Dajianzi next door will take detailed notes first, and you will be useless." Fang Zhenyue chuckled again, pretending to be casual, as if he didn't really need Ahong to say anything.

If the person sitting opposite him was really an experienced old coward, he would most likely realize that Fang Zhenyue was sitting here and wasting so much time arguing with him because he did not have enough evidence.

If the police really had the core evidence, there would be no need to argue with him about these details.

But when Fang Zhenyue walked into the interrogation office, he made a choice: to go to the young Ah Hong instead of the old-fashioned Da Jianzi.

Teenagers in adolescence are always reckless, and they are more excited than anyone else when they are brave.

But when they are greatly stimulated, feel fear and oppression, they are more likely to waver.

Fang Zhenyue waited patiently.

You Zhaohua had seen Fang Zhenyue's intention. He rolled his eyes, left a loud sentence "I'll go see how much Da Jianzi confessed" and pushed the door open to leave.

Seeing this, Ah Hong suddenly had the urge to stop You Zhaohua. His tense nerves finally broke, and he leaned forward suddenly, saying anxiously:

"I confess, sir, I remember everything. Da Jianzi must have blamed us, but it was actually him who started it.

"We were going to play pachinko that day--"

"You guys? Who are you?" Fang Zhenyue slammed the table, showing extreme impatience and irritability.

Once Ah Hong opened his mouth, his psychological defenses were gone. His brain entered a state of panic and blind obedience, and he answered whatever others asked in a threatening manner.

"Brother Da Jian, Brother Xiao Zhou, Big Foot, Ah Tu, and me--" Ah Hong finished reading the names of the five people, and Fang Zhenyue interrupted again:

"What nicknames are you talking about? Don't you have any names? Zhao Zujian, Liu Zhouhe, tell me your name. Who are you calling Dajian? Do you want us to follow you and call him Dajian too? "

Fang Zhenyue mentioned Zhao Zujian and another new name circled in red, 'Liu Zhouhe', and subtly implanted the message 'we already know the names of these people' into Ah Hong's mind.

When Ah Hong confessed, he dared not hide anything:

"Yes, Zhao Zujian, Liu Zhouhe, Wang Boqi, Zhang Jintu, I...I...Zhang Dehong, we were going to play pachinko. When we passed King's Park Park, we saw Dalin and his girlfriend sitting on the lawn, and Dajian...Zhao Zujian said that we might as well go and play with Dalin and his girlfriend. Before, Dalin...Ding Baolin got along very well with us, and we did everything together. Later, he suddenly quit and went to work on his own, saying that he wanted to make a living. Dajian...Zhao Zujian was very angry, so we went over to force ourselves--"

"Well, let me ask you first." Fang Zhenyue interrupted Ah Hong again, not giving him a chance to sort out his thoughts and slowly restore his logic and rationality.

He just wanted to mess up Ah Hong's brain like a mess, keeping it in a topsy-turvy state, making it easier for him to blurt out more important clues.

"Why didn't Liu Zhouhe, Wang Boqi and Zhang Jintu play mahjong with you?"

"Liu Zhouhe and Zhang Jintu both have families. Wang Boqi was watching a class at the dance hall today..." Ah Hong just started to speak, but was interrupted by Fang Zhenyue again:

"Watching a class? Where?"

"The Furama Nightclub in Mong Kok..."

"Where's Liu Zhouhe's home?"

"It's a Spanish-style three-storey cottage in Yuanzhou Village, Shek Kip Mei..."

"Is Zhang Jintu's home in Nanshan Village?"

"Yes, I go to his girlfriend's place occasionally. It's at Unit 3...312, Block D, Kangbo Garden, Sham Shui Po..."

"What's his girlfriend's name?"

"A Ling - her name is Bai...Bai something Ling."

As soon as Ah Hong finished speaking, Fang Zhenyue stood up, patted Gary on the seat, left a word "continue the interrogation", and left the interrogation room.

Ah Hong looked at Fang Zhenyue walking out in confusion. After being questioned by Gary for a long time, he suddenly realized that Dajian might not have said anything, but he had said everything.

After sitting there blankly for a long time, he suddenly covered his head and cried in fear.

Gary waited patiently for him to finish crying, and then continued the interrogation.

Ah Hong sat there woodenly, answering whatever was asked, and no longer had the will to resist or fight.

...

...

Fang Zhenyue organized a team to capture the suspect overnight.

You Zhaohua cooperated throughout the process, and rarely suppressed all his rebelliousness and pride. He led the agents in his team. If Fang Shazhan pointed east, he would hit east, and if Fang Shazhan pointed west, he would hit west.

Two teams were divided into three groups to capture the suspects. They first pinned down Wang Boqi, a big-footed man, at the Furama Nightclub, then took Liu Zhouhe off the bed and took him away in Shek Kip Mei, and then caught Zhang Jintu, who was about to jump out of the window, at his girlfriend's home in Kangbao Garden, Sham Shui Po.

At around 5 a.m., all three were taken to the Yau Ma Tei Police Station for a new round of interrogation.

At 8 a.m., the detectives from the Serious Crime Units A and B had not slept all night, but they were all full of energy and in high spirits.

All the murderers were captured, and the transcripts were rich and consistent. Even the toughest Dajianzi softened after his brothers confessed.

At around 8:30 a.m., Fang Zhenyue led the team to complete the reconstruction of the case, and detained the five people after returning.

In the public's nightmare, the King's Park murder case, which had been a thorn in the police's heart after being stationed for half a year, was finally solved perfectly.

...

Liu Jiaming returned to the office, slumped in the chair, and began to mutter loudly: "Hey, why hasn't Jiayi come to work yet? I'm starving."

After howling twice and seeing that no one paid attention, he reached out to pick up the phone and prepared to call Yi Jiayi to inform her of the good news and ask her to bring food to feed her.

Just before he picked up the receiver and dialed the number, a hand pressed him to put the phone back in place.

"Brother Yue?" Liu Jiaming turned his head, confused.

Fang Zhenyue thought for a moment and said, "Just tell Jiayi that you're hungry, don't talk about the case."

Although Liu Jiaming was confused, he was used to what Brother Yue said, so he did it obediently.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhenyue wrote Zhang Jintu's name on the whiteboard again - this was the only murderer they had not called to the police station for interrogation before, and the only murderer whose name was not on the whiteboard.

"Brother Yue, haven't the murderers been caught? Why are you writing on the whiteboard again?" Lin Wangjiu just came back from smoking a cigarette. Fang

Zhenyue turned around and wrote a few more made-up names before putting the marker into the groove.

He put his hand on the back of his neck, stretched his waist, and smiled lazily:

"Set an ambush and catch the ghost who drew a circle."

It's time to reel in the line.

"?" Lin Wangjiu.

"!" Gary.

"......?" Liu Jiaming's eyes widened. Could it be that Brother Yue suspected...

"???" Sanfu had just taken a nap for a few minutes, and suddenly he was alert to the wrong atmosphere around him. He raised his head and looked around in confusion: What? What are you catching?