Chapter 30: The Viper Murder Case (9) Where is the hole?
Ma Shi Tu brought several bosses to the interrogation room and said to them: "You are illegally selling and eating wild animals. This is a crime! You know it yourself without me telling you. But I am not arresting you today to investigate this matter. I want to ask you, has any of you lost a snake recently?"
There were four people sitting in the interrogation room. When they heard this, three of them looked confused. Only a fatter boss seemed to remember something. He shrank his neck and said nothing.
"You!" Ma Shi Tu immediately slammed the table and said, "Do you know something? Tell me now!"
The fat boss looked embarrassed: "No, no, no, I don't know anything, officer, I have never lost a snake!"
Although he said so, the expression on his face was obviously a lie. Ma Shi Tu felt that he had found the right person. He asked the other three bosses to leave the interrogation room first, leaving only the fat boss. Seeing that he was left alone, the fat boss panicked even more. He trembled and said:
"Officer, what is this for? I told you I didn't know anything!"
Ma Shi Tu sneered. He saw that the fat man was timid, so he threatened him, "I kept you here because you are luckier than them. They are hopeless!"
"Why is there no hope?" The fat man opened his eyes wide.
Ma Shi Tu pointed outside and said, "You know what crime you committed. You have to work in this line of work for a minimum of three years. Those who just got out will definitely go to jail. Do you know who is in jail? Do you know how the old guys in jail treat the new guys? Do you know what a toothbrush can be used for?"
The more Ma Shi Tu spoke, the more frightened the fat man looked. Seeing his reaction, Ma Shi Tu said with satisfaction: "So, you are luckier than them, because you still have a chance to change your sentence--"
Before Ma Shi Tu finished speaking, the fat man nodded hurriedly: "Officer, you don't have to say it, I understand, I understand! If you let me do you a favor, I will give you all my income for this year! If you don't believe me, I will take you to my house to get the money now!"
Ma Shi Tu spat out a mouthful of tea: "Pfft, who asked you for this? I mean, you can make meritorious service while serving your sentence! As long as you are willing to cooperate with the police investigation, you may be able to make meritorious service while serving your sentence, reduce your sentence, or even avoid going to jail. Do you understand?"
"Cooperate with the investigation?" The fat man suddenly realized, "You mean the incident of losing the snake you asked about just now?"
Ma Shi Tu nodded: "Tell me the whole story of how the snake was lost, and I will apply for meritorious service for you."
Upon hearing this, the fat man stopped hesitating and spoke out: "It happened about three or four days ago. It was very late that day, almost midnight, and the chef had gone off work. I was the only one left in the store. I saw off the last table of guests, cleaned up the table, and took the garbage downstairs to throw it away. Then I turned around and went upstairs, and I heard footsteps following me. But I didn't think much about it. After all, this is a residential building, and there are many neighbors coming and going."
"I entered my house, and just as I was about to close the door, a man suddenly rushed over, opened the door, and violently broke into my house, which was also my shop—"
Hearing this, Ma Shi Tu hurriedly asked: "What does that man look like?"
The fat man shook his head: "I didn't see it. He was wearing a cartoon mask on his head, which completely blocked his head, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, just like a bank robber!"
"What color is his clothes?" Ma Shi Tu continued to ask, "Does he have any scars or disabilities on his hands and feet?"
The fat man had a look on his face that made him want to cry but couldn't. "Officer, you think too highly of me. I was so scared that I almost peed my pants. How could I have the energy to observe these things?"
Ma Shi Tu sighed: "Go on."
The fat man recalled again: "I remember he was of medium build, neither fat nor thin, and didn't look very strong. He came alone. I saw that he had no help, so I wondered if I could fight him. Just as I was about to do it, the man pulled out a gun from his pocket--"
Ma Shi Tu interrupted him again: "Gun? Are you sure?"
The fat man said confidently, "Yes, it was a gun! I always watch TV dramas, so I know what a gun looks like. When I saw him take out a gun, my legs softened instantly, and I didn't dare to fight him. I asked him what he wanted, whether he wanted money, but the man just waved his hand and motioned for me to turn around."
"I turned around obediently, thinking he would rummage through my house for money, but he went straight into the bedroom, opened the room where I kept animals, and brought out a wire cage containing a snake. I was wondering what he wanted a snake for."
"He brought out the snake, hit my head with the gun, and made a few gestures, meaning that if I dared to tell anyone, he would kill me to silence me. I was so scared that I nodded repeatedly and promised not to tell anyone. Then he left. When he left, he sprained his ankle, as if his legs were not in good condition."
Ma Shi Tu and Yuan Xiaohu looked at each other. Since their legs and feet were not in good condition, they both thought of Fu Ainong.
"After the man left, I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. I was soaked all over. Then I thought, since he could hold a gun, he must be a gangster. He might be from somewhere. He threatened me to kill me. He might really do it. So I decided not to tell anyone and keep it to myself. I didn't tell anyone when you asked me just now. If it wasn't for the purpose of redeeming myself, I wouldn't have told anyone."
"What does the snake you lost look like?" Ma Shi Tu asked cautiously.
The fat man gestured with his hands and said, "It's a black and red snake with a white spot on its forehead. This snake is relatively small, about the thickness of a human finger, and has little meat on its body. It is usually used to make soup for its fresh taste."
It matches, Ma Shi Tu thought to himself, the spotted snake that caused the death was the snake that the fat boss lost that night, and the time also matches.
The good news is that the source of the snake has been found; the bad news is that we still don’t know who stole the snake.
Ma Shi Tu asked anxiously, "Do you have any impression of that man? How tall is he? You should know that, right?"
"About..." The fat man looked up and thought for a moment, "He is taller than me, about a head taller."
Ma Shi Tu measured the fat man at the scene and found that he was 1.75 meters tall, so the murderer must be about 1.8 meters tall.
Male, about 1.80 meters tall, of medium build, neither fat nor thin, appearance unknown.
The murderer never spoke to the fat man throughout the whole process, so it is impossible to know the characteristics of the murderer's voice.
Ma Shi Tu wrote down the currently known information in the notebook.
Let’s look back at the information of several suspects in this case:
Fu Ainong, male, 1.79 meters tall, medium build
Nie Yu, male, 1.81 meters tall, medium build
Zheng Longmen, male, 1.8 meters tall, medium build
Zheng Wutong, male, 1.74 meters tall, medium build
Li Xiujuan, female, 1.6 meters tall, thin
There were actually three people who fit this description. Ma Shi Tu sighed. However, it was good news that Zheng Wutong and Li Xiujuan could be ruled out.
"Which one of these three is it?" Ma Shi Tu muttered to himself. "Master, let him identify it himself. Maybe he can recognize it after seeing it again!" Yuan Xiaohu suggested.
Ma Shi Tu also thought this was a good idea. He asked Fu Ainong, Nie Yu and Zheng Longmen to stand in a row in the interrogation room with their backs to the fat man, and let the fat man identify the people.
Sang Luo and Xie Ling'er rushed back to the bureau and happened to see this scene. They also stood in the room and watched. The fat man hesitated on the chair for a long time, slowly raised his hand and pointed at Nie Yu: "Okay - it seems to be him -"
Ma Shi Tu was about to take notes when the fat man's finger suddenly changed direction and pointed at Zheng Longmen again: "It seems to be him again!"
"Who is it?" Ma Shi Tu asked anxiously. Everyone was confused by this fat man.
The fat man held his head helplessly: "Oh, I told you I can't remember. At that time, I was only concerned about saving my life. How could I remember so much? Brother police, please don't embarrass me!"
Seeing him like this, Ma Shi Tu had no choice but to give up on identifying the person this time. Letting him continue pointing randomly would only mislead the police.
After the four returned to the office, they exchanged their information. Ma Shi Tu made the most progress. He announced, "Everyone should be alert. The murderer may have a gun."
"Master, why can't it be a fake gun?" Yuan Xiaohu asked.
"It could be a fake gun, but even if it is, it is a well-made fake gun," Ma Shi Tu emphasized. "Don't forget, the murderer hit the boss on the head with the gun before leaving. If it was a crudely made plastic gun, the boss would definitely be able to feel it."
"Yeah," Sang Luo nodded in agreement. She knew that the toy-making level in the county at that time was still relatively backward. "If it's a fake gun, it should at least be made of metal, and the details are very realistic. It might actually contain bullets."
"Why don't we think about who has work that requires contact with guns?" Xie Ling'er suggested.
Everyone discussed it for a while but couldn't come to a conclusion. None of the three of them, a homeless man, a bank clerk, and a student studying at home, could have access to a gun.
After the discussion, Sang Luo began a second interrogation of Zheng Wutong's family. She laid out the doubts she had found at school one by one, hoping that they would explain clearly. However, this time the three of them were like repeaters, saying they didn't know no matter what they were asked. Sang Luo patiently said, "Please cooperate with the police."
Instead, Zheng Wutong slammed the table and began to scold Sang Luo: "I cooperated with your work, but did you cooperate with mine? I am so busy now, and several classes are about to take the college entrance examination, but you have locked me up here and wasted my time! I tell you, you must let us go tomorrow morning, otherwise I will complain about you, and I will bring all the students' parents to complain about you!"
Xie Ling'er was extremely angry, but she could do nothing about him. Sang Luo also realized that these three people were not going to cooperate with the police. After all, the police had no direct evidence to prove that their family was involved in the case. If they wanted to get them to talk, the most important thing was to find hard evidence.
It was already half past six when the interrogation ended. Xie Linger packed up and prepared to leave work:
"Sang Luo, I'm going home now. You should go home too. Don't be too tired. We can continue the investigation tomorrow morning."
Sang Luo shook his head: "No, I must find evidence tonight. Now there is no evidence, so I can only keep them for 24 hours in the name of cooperating with the investigation. They will be out early tomorrow morning, and they will definitely destroy the evidence by then!"
"Well, it's a pity that I can't accompany you. I have an appointment with Brother Lin to talk on the phone tonight!" Xie Ling'er smiled sweetly.
"It's okay, I can do it alone!" Sang Luo let her go home without worry.
After Xie Ling'er left, Sang Luo also walked out of the office. She borrowed Xiao Deng's bicycle downstairs, rode all the way to Chaxiang Lane, stood in front of the gate of No. 9 again, and looked at the three adjacent bungalows.
She had been in there on the 8th and found nothing inside except garbage. She really wanted to go in on the 10th, but there was no evidence to prove that Zheng Wutong's family was related to the case, so she could not get a search warrant.
The only place she could enter was Room 9, the crime scene where He Taohua and her daughter died.
Sang Luo put on gloves and shoe covers, took out the key, opened the door, and walked in carefully.
She had not used the clues the dictionary gave her last night, and Sang Luo paced back and forth in the room anxiously.
Where is the hole?
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