Chapter 212: Falsification
In the hallucination, Zhang Ying was locked in a collective cell and the iron door was closed behind him.
He looked around—a dozen men with gloomy faces were sitting or lying, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat and rusty metal.
He found a corner to squat down, lowered his head and began to mechanically pick the oil from between his nails.
"Hey, new guy." A scarred man across from me suddenly said, "What brings you here?"
Zhang Ying didn't even raise his head: "Construction site accident..."
Before he could finish his words, a roar erupted from the other end of the cell. Two large men wrestled, their blows making the iron bed clang.
Zhang Ying instinctively shrank back, but saw that one of them was holding something - a sharpened toothbrush handle.
The man ordered another big man to rush forward, but he didn't expect the big man to dodge and the toothbrush handle pierced Zhang Ying's neck.
"Stop it!" The prison guard's shout came from the corridor.
But it was too late.
Zhang Ying's eyes widened, and he didn't even have time to raise his hand - the sharp plastic had pierced his carotid artery, and blood splattered on the gray-white wall like a fountain.
Zhang Ying staggered back, holding his neck, and the blood flowing from between his fingers left a winding red mark on the concrete floor.
He opened his mouth to call for help, but only spit out a few bubbles of blood.
The cell exploded in an instant, with prisoners banging on the iron bars and shouting, "Someone's dead!"
When the prison guards rushed in, Zhang Ying was already lying in a pool of blood.
His eyes were still wide open, reflecting the pale light swaying on the ceiling, as if he would never understand until his death why this fight had cost him his life.
When his vision returned, Zhang Ying's figure had disappeared around the corner.
"What's wrong? Why are you standing still?"
Li Qihan's voice came from behind.
Xia Lili turned around.
Li Qihan saw the panic on her face and frowned: "I have met the person who caused misfortune again."
Xia Lili nodded: "Someone wants to kill Zhang Ying!"
She quickly told Li Qihan the foreseen scene of Zhang Ying's misfortune.
Li Qihan asked: "What does the collective cell you mentioned look like?"
Xia Lili described it: "There are about ten people, it looks crowded..."
"Then it's not our bureau's temporary detention room, it should be a detention center." Li Qihan said firmly.
Detention centers are usually not located in the same building as the main police station or branch police station.
The police station only detains suspects who are temporarily summoned or detained, usually for no more than 24 hours, but may extend to 48 hours in special circumstances.
Those who exceed the detention period must be transferred to a detention center.
Suspects or defendants like Zhang Ying who intentionally destroy property but have not yet been sentenced are generally sent to a detention center.
Li Qihan immediately made a phone call: "When will Zhang Ying be sent to the detention center?"
“Where exactly is he being held?”
"So you arrange two people..."
…
Li Qihan hung up the phone and met Xia Lili's curious and worried eyes. "I arranged for two plainclothes officers to go to Zhang Ying's cell in advance."
"Then we just have to wait for the other party to show their hand."
At this time, in another interrogation room.
Leng Xiaohe paused lightly with her pen on the notebook, raised her eyes and asked, "Mr. Du, how long has your construction site been cooperating with Xincheng Testing Agency?"
Du Weifeng rubbed his fingers and said, "Almost three years. I did a thorough investigation at that time."
He said with certainty, "This organization is very formal. My godson recommended it to me."
"Godson?" Leng Xiaohe keenly caught the title, and the tip of her pen hovered over the paper.
"Yes, he is the son of my close friend Kuang Xiang."
A loving look appeared on Du Weifeng's face. "The year his father had the accident, the child was just in high school. I saw that he was lonely and helpless, so I adopted him as my godson and supported him to finish college."
His tone suddenly became proud. "This kid is really promising now. He has become a department head in the testing agency."
The rustling sound of writing was particularly clear in the interrogation room. Leng Xiaohe continued to ask without looking up, "What happened to his father back then?"
Du Weifeng sighed, "The project that Lao Kuang contracted was tampered with. The materials were inferior and an accident occurred. In the end..."
His voice dropped. "He took the blame for someone else and was sentenced to seven years. His wife passed away early, and I feel sorry for the child..."
"Where does your godson live now?" Leng Xiaohe suddenly changed the subject.
Du Weifeng's expression froze, his brows gradually furrowed. "Officer Leng, you wouldn't suspect..." He stood up suddenly, his chair scraping against the ground. "Impossible! That child is more filial to me than his own father! What reason does he have to harm me?"
Leng Xiaohe closed the notebook and looked at him calmly: "Mr. Du, police investigations must exclude personal emotions. Statistics show that nearly 70% of criminal cases are committed by acquaintances."
She added meaningfully, "Especially... the most unexpected person."
Xia Lili and Li Qihan stood in front of the one-way glass, watching Du Weifeng's every move in the interrogation room.
The cold light shone on Du Weifeng's haggard face, and he was excitedly gesturing to explain something.
"His micro-expressions are very natural," Xia Lili whispered. Her super-sharp vision was like a facial scanner, not missing a single detail. "His pupils didn't constrict abnormally, and his gestures and language were consistent... He didn't seem to be lying."
Xia Lili also did not leave the audit pass that Li Qiuhan applied for lying around. She had just attended the Investigation and Interrogation Techniques class at Southeast Public Security University last week.
This course focuses on developing interrogation skills, including how to judge the psychological state of the person being interrogated through micro-expressions, changes in tone, etc.
I didn't expect it would come in handy now.
Li Qihan put his hands in the pockets of his black windbreaker and raised his lips slightly: "Student Xia is listening very attentively in class."
Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor.
Officer Luo Xiao trotted over, waving a document in his hand. "Captain Li! The results of the appraisal of Zhou Yingxing's suicide note are in!"
He added breathlessly, "Professor Qiao did the appraisal himself. It's my first job back at work after surgery!"
Li Qihan quickly took the document and scanned the appraisal conclusion with a sharp gaze.
His pupils dilated slightly. "Handwriting comparison shows that the suicide note was written in imitation."
He immediately grabbed the intercom, and his deep voice came through the speaker into the interrogation room: "Officer Leng, the suicide note is a forgery. Ask Du Weifeng who is familiar with Zhou Yingxing's handwriting habits?"
In the interrogation room, Leng Xiaohe calmly adjusted her sitting posture. "Mr. Du, you said Zhou Yingxing's handwriting is 'short left stroke and long right stroke.' Besides you, who else knows this characteristic?"
Du Weifeng scratched his head. "Well...the old guys trapped underground know all about it. We often check the construction logs together..."
Leng Xiaohe tapped the tabletop with her fingertips, making a crisp sound. "Where are the other people on the construction site? For example, the people who weren't trapped this time?"
Du Weifeng shook his head: "Except for those old friends, no one is particularly familiar with Lao Zhou."
"It doesn't necessarily require a good relationship." Leng Xiaohe leaned forward slightly. "For example, the person in charge of document review should often see the workers' signatures and records?"
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