Chapter 107: Singing the Same Song
Jian Ruochen pushed open the door of the interrogation room.
Qiao Juemin sat on the interrogation chair, his hands and feet were handcuffed to the chair, a towel was stuffed in his mouth, and his eyes were silent and resolute.
If anyone dared to take the handkerchief, he would bite off his tongue and choke himself to death with the blood gushing out from the root of his tongue.
Jian Ruochen took a quick glance and then looked away, pulled out a chair, sat down with Guan Yingjun, and opened the blue evidence folder again.
For a moment, the only sound in the interrogation room was the rubbing of paper.
Qiao Juemin waited patiently for a quarter of an hour.
He made up his mind that as soon as he could speak, he would seek death.
During this quarter of an hour, Jian Ruochen read the thin record of evidence over and over again three or four times.
Qiao Juemin was confused.
What exactly does Jian Ruochen want to do?
Are you going to ask or not?
After a long while, so long that Qiao Juemin couldn't help but relax his vigilance, Jian Ruochen asked, "Qiao Juemin, was it Lu Rong who asked you to blow up Building 13 of Banshan Yaju?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Ruochen turned on all the lights in the interrogation room, and all of Qiao Juemin's expressions were immediately exposed.
His pupils suddenly dilated, his fists clenched, he couldn't stop shaking, he shook his head in fear, and made a "mmm" sound from his mouth.
You got it right.
Jian Ruochen smiled, "No, I just thought about it carefully. When we caught you in 601 of Xiaomashan New Village, you said, 'It's over only when I die.' This shows that your death had a purpose."
"You don't die to die."
Qiao Juemin couldn't utter a word and shook his head frantically.
A quarter of an hour ago, he wished someone would take the damn towel away and let him die quickly.
Now, he longed for someone to take away the damn towel and let him talk!
We must not let the police think that it was Lu Rong who ordered him to do it!
Otherwise his family...
Qiao Juemin collapsed and closed his eyes. What's wrong with the police nowadays?
What's the point of interrogating if you are not allowed to talk during the interrogation!
Jian Ruochen's heart was beating wildly and his palms were sweating a little.
He had to ensure that after the towel was taken off, Qiao Juemin's first reaction would not be to commit suicide.
It’s not safe yet.
He pulled out a photo sent by the hospital from a folder and said, "Qiao Juemin, look up. Do you recognize him?"
Qiao Juemin stared at it, a huge wave of horror rising in his heart.
He was stunned, and his eyes were a little wet.
How did the police get the photo of his wife?
What does this mean?
Do they know everything?
Jian Ruochen slowly put the photo down, holding another one, and walked in front of Qiao Juemin, "If you don't die for death, then you die for your family? Lu Rong threatened you with your family and forced you to take the blame alone?"
Qiao Juemin still shook his head.
He had been shaking his head since Jian Ruochen started speaking, but each time he became more hesitant and wavering than the last.
Jian Ruochen placed the little boy's ID photo on the small table of the interrogation chair, then raised his hand and pulled the handkerchief out of Qiao Juemin's mouth and threw it aside.
Qiao Juemin was stunned and even forgot to close his wide-open mouth.
He stared blankly at the innocent and ignorant face in the photo, and when he saw the bright smile in his son's eyes, he suddenly shed a tear.
How he wished he could see them one last time before he died, touch his son's hair, and kiss his wife's face.
My son must have grown taller again, right?
Have your academic performance improved?
Are you having fun with your mom?
Tears dripped onto the photo. Qiao Juemin reached out to wipe them away in panic, but the more he wiped, the more tears appeared.
Jian Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, took out a piece of paper and handed it over.
Qiao Juemin took it and gently wiped away the tears on the photo bit by bit, mumbling something incoherently, but it was unclear.
Jian Ruochen felt relieved, he understood that the strategy was right.
As long as the topic is led to "Lu Rong is the instigator", Qiao Juemin will be diverted by the task of "I must fully confess" and will give up dying.
Correct review.
Qiao Juemin will not seek suicide again.
Jian Ruochen turned around and sat back in his seat, and Guan Yingjun opened a pack of portable wet wipes and handed it to him.
He wanted to grab Jian Ruochen's fingers and wipe them one by one, but this was an interrogation room, there were people outside, and there were surveillance cameras overhead. Even if you want to think about it, you have to bear it.
Jian Ruochen took it, thanked him politely, and rubbed his fingers and palms inside and out under Guan Yingjun's gaze.
He waited until Qiao Juemin calmed down before urging him: "Mr. Qiao Juemin, do you have anything to say? Don't be afraid, we will try our best to solve the problem for you."
Qiao Juemin touched the photo, his eyes were soft, but his mouth was hard, "Lu Rong didn't ask me to bomb the building, it was all my plan."
"You have no reason to do this." Jian Ruochen persuaded, "According to our investigation, you are a construction engineer and Park Yongsheng is a uniformed policeman. You two have no intersection. Why do you want to kill him?"
Qiao Juemin choked. No matter what excuse he made up, it wouldn't stand at this moment.
He said hesitantly: "I don't want to kill him, I want to kill the other people in that building."
Jian Ruochen asked: "Who?"
He took out a stack of forms and rubbed them open by the corners. "We have registered the information of all residents in Building 13. Tell me in detail, is there anyone who has a personal grudge against you?"
Qiao Juemin couldn't say it.
He didn't know anyone in the building, so he changed his words and said, "Actually, Park Yongsheng and I have a personal grudge."
Guan Yingjun knocked on the table and sneered, "You just said you didn't want to kill Park Yongsheng. Qiao Juemin, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise we can't help you."
Qiao Juemin lowered his eyes again, showing a gesture of resistance to interrogation.
Jian Ruochen: "Since you said that Lu Rong didn't instruct you to do this, do you have any evidence?"
Guan Yingjun's eyebrows twitched slightly.
This is a typical and clever self-proving trap.
If no one does something, there will be no evidence at all.
Jian Ruochen tempted, “If Lu Rong has held your family hostage and forced you to break the law, then we can focus on rescuing your family first.”
Qiao Juemin's breathing became rapid.
He was moved.
Guan Yingjun continued: "We have cooperation with Interpol. Even if your family members are transferred abroad, we can start the rescue."
It’s actually difficult, but I have to say this now.
He had watched so many interrogations and knew that the best way was to attack the heart. "If you die, Lu Rong, as an outsider, will never care about the life and death of your wife and son."
"He'll leave your family to fend for themselves."
Jian Ruochen glanced at Guan Yingjun with admiration and added fuel to the fire: "It's very chaotic outside right now. No one knows which will come first, an accident or tomorrow."
The more Qiao Juemin listened, the more panicked he became, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him.
He was afraid of any accidents that might happen to his family and that something bad might happen to them.
Lu Rong dared to order him to blow up a building and kill people. Could such a person be more trustworthy than the police?
If his family wasn't in Lu Rong's hands, he would definitely...
Qiao Juemin clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms. He suddenly took a deep breath and whispered, "My wife and children were sent to the Philippines by Lu Rong. I won't say anything until I see they are safe."
He can kill for his family, so naturally he can also betray Lu Rong for his family.
Qiao Juemin noticed the change in his mentality and was slightly stunned.
It's strange that half an hour ago he was determined to die, but half an hour later he changed his mind.
Qiao Juemin belatedly looked at Jian Ruochen who was sitting behind the interrogation table and felt a chill down his spine.
At the beginning, he didn't even have a chance to speak.
As soon as he opened his mouth again, he was taken away by Jian Ruochen!
What kind of skill is this!
Qiao Juemin swallowed his saliva, pressed his son's photo tightly, lowered his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Jian Ruo pleadingly, "As long as I can see my wife and children, I will tell you anything."
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath, "If you die during this period, we won't--"
"No, no, no!" Qiao Juemin interrupted.
He was anxious to stand up, and with a force of his arms, he pulled the chain that locked his wrists, making a hissing sound, "I will definitely stay alive!"
Guan Yingjun narrowed his eyes slightly, "If you go back on your word..."
"I can sign a document and put my fingerprints on it!" Qiao Juemin was panicked. He was not afraid to tell the truth, but he was afraid that something bad would happen to his wife and children. The police are so right. The situation is so chaotic right now and the Philippines is not a good place.
It's a little better here in Hong Kong, at least I can get some government benefits...
Guan Yingjun went out and got paper and ink for Qiao Juemin to write the receipt. After he finished writing, Jian Ruochen continued, "Next, we will use the media to release the news that you have confessed, so that Lu Rong can relax his vigilance and indirectly protect your wife and children."
Qiao Juemin thanked him repeatedly, his face was covered with traces of tears, his hair and clothes were messy, and his teeth were covered with blood from being kicked to the ground by Jian Ruochen. He looked extremely disheveled.
The change of mentality in such a short period of time made him extremely confused.
Qiao Juemin murmured: "Mr. Jian... I... I want to ask, are the casualties in the building serious? Is there anyone..."
die.
He couldn't say the word and stopped there awkwardly, his Adam's apple moving up and down, not knowing how to continue.
Jian Ruochen stated calmly, "Pu Yongsheng is critically ill. His daughter has a broken leg and needs amputation. No one has died yet. The explosion accident handling department and the fire department arrived in time and rescued everyone."
Qiao Juemin did not respond.
"Mr. Qiao, the world is made up of millions of families and individuals. The desire to protect your family cannot be based on the condition of hurting others." Jian Ruochen said, picking up the interrogation record and walking in front of him, "Sign here, write here that I have read the above record and it is consistent with what I said. Then put your fingerprints on all the times."
Qiao Juemin was silent, with his head down, and wrote with a bit of numbness.
Jian Ruochen's words kept drilling into his ears, like a heavy hammer hitting his eardrum, "Qiao Juemin, when you were protecting your wife and children, did you ever think that the person you hurt was also someone else's father, someone else's child?"
Qiao Juemin pressed the last fingerprint and was finally overwhelmed by the condemnation of his conscience and the shame of being a father. He lowered his head and burst into tears.
Think back on these days.
He was so panicked by the threat that he didn't know what to do!
How could he do such a thing? Even if he rescued his wife and children, how would he explain to them?
He felt so ashamed that he pounded the table of the interrogation chair again and again, as if this would make him feel better.
Jian Ruochen went out with the confession record, while Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng went in to finish it.
Everyone was busy for nearly an hour before they sat down in Group A's small meeting room.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Xingzong slumped in his chair and took the remaining burger. "Liu Sizheng, do you want to eat?"
Liu Sizheng waved his hand.
Zhang Xingzong said, "No one else eats it, so I eat it."
Bi Xianxian rolled her eyes at him and said, "You'll be so greedy that you'll die."
Zhang Xingzong peeled off the wrapping paper and took a bite, then said weakly, "You don't know. When Jian Ruochen was interrogating Qiao Juemin, I didn't dare breathe or blink, for fear that something might go wrong and Qiao Juemin would commit suicide again."
"We have never encountered such a prisoner before. If Consultant Jian hadn't found his weakness and hit him with one strike, what we are looking at now might be Qiao Juemin's body!"
"Sigh..." Song Xuyi sighed.
The more I watched, the more difficult this interrogation method seemed to me to be, Jian Ruochen had a very high control and control over his emotions, and was also very patient.
If he were sitting in front of Qiao Juemin, he would get anxious the moment the suspect started to refuse to speak.
Bi Xianxian took a sip of the cold milk tea and said, "What should we do now? His wife and son are in the Philippines. How can we save them?"
Asking Interpol for help was a cover. To put it bluntly, Qiao Juemin was not at that level, and if he wanted to ask Interpol for help, he would have to use Jian Ruochen's favor.
Guan Yingjun pondered for a while.
No matter how good the West Kowloon Regional Police Station is at solving cases, it is just a branch police station. Things like cross-border rescues require more professional people.
He searched his network for a while and finally decided to give Director Le a chance to make some contribution to the arrest of criminals.
You don’t need to owe favors to your family.
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