Chapter 29: Accompany You Slowly
Zhou Yi's words made Zhang Xinli's sobbing stop abruptly.
"Comrade police officer...what do you mean...I don't understand." Zhang Xinli asked with an innocent and confused look.
Zhou Yi's evaluation was that her acting was far less natural than when Wu Yongcheng was making a phone call. Although her face showed confusion and innocence, her body immediately became very stiff, indicating that she was very nervous.
"It's okay. If you want to act, we'll act with you slowly. We have plenty of time here anyway."
"Let's talk about Wang Youfu first. What's your relationship?"
Zhang Xinli hesitated for a moment and said, "Husband and wife."
"When did you get married?"
"I got the certificate on the fourth of last month."
"How long have you known each other?"
"About four or five years."
"How did you meet?"
"He once broke his leg outside. I happened to be passing by and asked someone to take him to the hospital. Later, when he found out I was a nurse in the emergency department, he bought me something to thank me, but I refused to accept it. He said he wanted to treat me to a meal, and that's how we got to know each other."
"He's pursuing you?"
Zhang Xinli nodded. "At first, he was just very enthusiastic towards me and often bought things for me. I thought he was grateful. But later I found out that he actually wanted to pursue me."
"What is your attitude towards his pursuit?"
In fact, the attitude is obvious, but interrogation is to let the subject tell objective facts through asking questions.
The corners of Zhang Xinli's mouth unconsciously twitched downwards, which was a typical micro-expression of disgust.
"What else can I do? He's several years older than me, not good-looking, short and fat, and most importantly, he has no money and no house. How could I possibly choose him?"
"Then why did you accept it later?"
Zhang Xinli sighed. "I'm getting old, and I haven't found anyone I'm satisfied with. My family is pushing me hard. My mom says that at my age, in our village, my children are already in elementary school. My dad said that if I don't get married this year, he'll have to find me someone who's divorced or widowed. Although Wang Youfu's conditions aren't great, at least he treats me well. I've rejected him so many times over the years, but he still won't give up. I was moved by him, so I chose him."
It all sounds reasonable, a helpless act of a leftover woman who is too picky.
But Zhou Yi knew that this was a lie, a carefully crafted story by Zhang Xinli.
"Since you're married, why do you still sleep in separate rooms?"
"He snores when he sleeps, and I can't stand it, so we sleep in separate rooms for the time being."
Another reasonable reason.
"You just said that Wang Youfu wanted to eat the food you cooked, so you went out to buy groceries?"
"Yes, he was not feeling well today, so he took half a day off to rest."
"Did he behave in any unusual way before you left?"
"No, he said he was very sleepy and wanted to take a nap."
This time, Zhang Xinli's answer was very brief, which was completely different from the way she spoke before when she covered her face and cried.
Zhou Yi sneered in his heart. He clearly felt the other party's uneasiness because he had said that he would continue to "act" with her.
When a lie is exposed, being asked about the details of the lie will make people feel instinctively repulsed.
"What dish does he want to eat from you?" Zhou Yi continued to ask.
"Red... braised pork."
"How much did you pay for the meat?"
"Fourteen dollars' worth of meat."
"How many pounds?"
"Two... no, three pounds."
"How much is pork per pound?"
"Okay...it seems to be more than eight yuan per pound."
"Meat costs eight yuan a pound. How did you buy three pounds of meat for fourteen yuan?"
Zhou Yi's questions became faster and faster, and Zhang Xinli's answers became so nervous that she was incoherent.
Zhou Yi knew that Zhang Xinli discarded the murder weapon because she felt the crisis of being exposed and made a temporary decision.
She had no time to prepare ahead of time, so her memory was muddled.
"I...I can't remember clearly, so there's no three pounds."
"Is the child Zhu Xuejun's?"
"yes."
In an instant, both sides fell silent.
Zhou Yi calmly pulled out a piece of paper and placed it in front of the other person. It was the ultrasound test report that Qiao Jiali found.
"We found this. Is it yours?"
Zhang Xinli couldn't deny that her name was written in black and white on the paper.
"Come on, tell me about the relationship between you and Zhu Xuejun." Zhou Yi knocked heavily on the table with the knuckle of his index finger. "Think before you answer. Every lie you tell here will make you pay the price in the end."
Zhang Xinli stared blankly at the piece of paper in front of her, and suddenly she collapsed in the chair like a deflated ball.
The spirit in his eyes disappeared instantly.
Suddenly, two lines of tears flowed down, and Zhang Xinli began to cry loudly, murmuring while crying: "My babies, Mommy is sorry for you."
Wu Yongcheng stood up, picked up a porcelain cup, poured a glass of water, and placed it in front of her.
"Zhang Xinli, Wang Youfu is not dead. Zhu Xuejun is being held next door, and the murder weapon you hid will be identified soon. Stop struggling, confess everything, and try to get leniency."
Zhang Xinli stopped crying, reached out her hand tremblingly, and picked up the steaming cup of water.
She raised her head and said in pain, "Can I rest for a while? My stomach hurts a little."
…
In the corridor of the Municipal Bureau, Wu Yongcheng was holding a cigarette, staring blankly out the dark window.
At this time yesterday, he was on duty with Chen Yan.
Normally, he doesn't need to be on duty at his level, but there is nothing to do when he goes back, so he always takes the initiative to apply for duty.
Compared to that empty home, the bureau made him feel more homely.
Zhou Yi took a glass of water, but did not go over to talk to Wu Yongcheng because he found that the other party was worried about something.
After Zhang Xinli suggested taking a break, Wu Yongcheng agreed. Firstly, she was pregnant, and if he pushed her too hard and something unexpected happened, it would cause trouble for the bureau; secondly, even if they were criminal suspects, the law would protect their human rights.
So Wu Yongcheng decided to give her twenty minutes of rest.
"Why are you here?" Zhou Yi caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
It was Xu Nian, still wearing the white coat.
Xu Nian handed over a document and said, "I'm running an errand for the technical department. They're short-staffed."
Zhou Yi took it and thanked him.
"I heard you were transferred here?" Xu Nian asked.
"It's just a temporary requisition at the moment, but it should be ready soon."
Xu Nian smiled faintly and said, "Congratulations, we'll be colleagues from now on."
"Thank you, but I'd like to have as little contact with you as possible at work."
Xu Nian asked doubtfully, "Why? Am I annoying?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "You misunderstood. Dealing with you at work means that another person has died."
Xu Nian was stunned. She didn't expect this answer.
"Does your wound still hurt?"
"Wounds?" Zhou Yi, who was flipping through the evidence identification report, was stunned. "Oh, I was so busy that I forgot."
Seeing that he was concentrating on the report, Xu Nian said with a little disappointment: "Okay, then you go ahead and do your work. I'll be leaving first."
"Forensic Doctor Xu."
Xu Nian, who had just turned around to leave, looked back.
"What's wrong?"
"The wound doesn't hurt anymore." Zhou Yi smiled widely, "Thank you."
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