Chapter 815 What’s his name?
"Let's go, Xiaoqiu."
Seeing Lu Yuanqiu holding the door without moving, Old Song called out to him. Bai Songzhe and Bai Qingxia had just taken a few steps when they turned around and looked back.
Lu Yuanqiu tapped the door frame with his fingertips, wondering if he was too sensitive.
Lao Song: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Lu Yuanqiu shook his head, turned around and gestured to him: "Let's go."
Liu Chengye had said before, "Bai Ruoan's car accident was not an accident. You don't have much time left."
Lu Yuanqiu had been wondering for a while what "time is running out" meant. Now that he thought about it, did the sentence about the death row prisoner who was about to be executed match up?
But Liu Chengye’s affairs cannot be mentioned to Lao Song. After all, Lao Song is an official and does not care whether it is convenient for Liu Chengye himself.
Lu Yuanqiu took a few quick steps, walked beside Old Song and asked, "What crime did the death row prisoner commit in the first place?"
Old Song: "First, it was robbery and murder. I asked about it last night, and they said that a few months ago, he tried to kill a fellow inmate with a sharpened wooden stick in prison. His sentence reduction was canceled because of that. His behavior in prison was average."
Lu Yuanqiu: "Why did you kill your cellmate?"
Lao Song: "A few days before the attack, he had a verbal dispute with that cellmate, and there must be resentment in his heart."
After saying that, Old Song turned his head and asked, "Do you think it's him now?"
"Eighty percent."
Old Song looked at Lu Yuanqiu again. Eighty percent, this probability is very high.
Liu Chengye is the only one who has accurate information. Being able to match his accurate information with the existing conditions, even if it is just a few words, Lu Yuanqiu's confidence has increased.
Why didn't I think about the fact that the death row inmate didn't have much time left yesterday...
Arriving at another office, Lao Song invited a few people in. He clicked on a picture on the computer with the mouse, and then motioned Luo Qiang to come closer.
The photo also shows a round-faced man, but with a shaved head, ordinary facial features, and an indifferent, or even listless, look.
He looked a lot like the man from before, but less like the portrait than the man from before, perhaps because of his hairstyle.
Luo Qiang looked at him carefully but said nothing.
The people around him were observing his expression and didn't look at the photo on the screen. It was obvious that they cared more about Luo Qiang's answer.
"Is there...a video? Let me see the dynamic one." Luo Qiang asked with his head raised.
"have."
With a "click", Lao Song pressed the keyboard to play a video.
Luo Qiang narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, he couldn't help but ask: "Is there... a video of him with hair?"
Old Song nodded. "Yes, I thought about that, too. I wondered if shaving my head would affect my identification, so I made preparations."
He then clicked on another video, which appeared to be a clip of the interrogation during the arrest. Luo Qiang stared at it solemnly for a moment, then hesitantly straightened up and concluded, "It should be him."
Putting the words "should" and "it's him" together made the emotions of the people around them indescribably complicated. Lu Yuanqiu couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure? You were so sure it wasn't him just now, so how can this be a should?"
"The one just now clearly looked different the moment he spoke," Luo Qiang explained. "This one is definitely a lot more similar than the one just now, but I'm not sure. If I could have a video from ten years ago, it might be better."
Hearing this, Lu Yuanqiu looked at Old Song and asked with a serious expression, "Is there?"
Old Song shook his head.
He explained, "This person's situation is somewhat unique. He's an undocumented individual. There's no information about him in the files, including fingerprints and DNA, and his place of origin is unknown. He's been tight-lipped except for his name and age. He's a desperate criminal living beyond the reach of surveillance cameras, and who knows how many unsolved cases he has on his hands."
"Honestly, under these circumstances, he couldn't even get a phone card back then, let alone drive."
Lu Yuanqiu paused for a moment and responded, "It's possible there's a gang involved. The white Santana might not be in his name. If he's a desperate criminal, he'd fit the profile of someone the mastermind would choose to hire someone to kill."
Old Song took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Qiu, we can't confirm whether it was a simple hit-and-run or murder. We can only say that there is a possibility of murder."
Bai Songzhe was a little confused: "In their case, don't they need to interrogate their identities before the execution? Don't they need to notify their families?"
Old Song shook his head. "As long as the facts of the crime are clear and the evidence is irrefutable, an unknown identity won't affect a conviction. We'll generally do our best to notify the family, but if they insist on not disclosing this information, we can only note the reason in the relevant legal documents. There's nothing else we can do."
The small office fell into silence.
Luo Qiang's voice broke the silence: "If you need to meet in person to identify, I can try again."
"Actually... I think it's him." Lu Yuanqiu leaned against the door and looked around at the others.
The third sister is extremely talented, Liu Chengye is capable, and Luo Qiang is the only witness at the scene. The information provided by these three people now points to one person. How could they be wrong?
Bai Qingxia, who had been observing silently until now, couldn't help but ask, "Can his death sentence be suspended?"
Lao Song: "If it's necessary for the case, of course."
Lu Yuanqiu: "Can we meet with him? Or let us watch while you interrogate him?"
Old Song shook his head: "This is against the rules..." He glanced at Luo Qiang when he said this, walked to the door and waved to Lu Yuanqiu, who followed him.
Lao Song whispered, "I can send you the video of the scene."
"OK."
Old Song: "Don't worry, we'll start the investigation in the next few days. I'm just not sure if he'll cooperate. Honestly, admitting to one more crime won't do him much good."
Lu Yuanqiu: "If it's murder, wouldn't it be considered a meritorious service if he revealed the person behind it?"
"We'll handle this case on a case-by-case basis, but it's likely he'll just be spared the death penalty. And we need to give you a heads-up. Someone like him might already be indifferent to death. Based on my understanding of the situation there, this person's attitude in prison is very negative, and he hasn't actively tried to get a sentence reduction during his suspended death sentence."
"After so many years in this industry, what we fear most in any situation is the kind of people who have no hope in life."
When Lu Yuanqiu heard this, he saw that Bai Songzhe and Bai Qingxia, father and daughter, were looking at him from afar. He withdrew his gaze and nodded silently to Old Song.
There are some things that you cannot not do just because there are many obstacles, there are some things that you cannot give up on just because there is little hope, there are some things that you have to fight to the end.
Because some people still have hope for it.
"knew."
"Well, you guys go back first and wait for my notification."
Lu Yuanqiu: "What's his name?"
Old Song: "Lin Ping'an."
"Real name?"
"That should be it."
Hearing this name, Lu Yuanqiu suddenly laughed sarcastically.
(End of this chapter)
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