Death Photo Gallery (8)

The two of them came to the reception room in the police station lobby, which is where visitors are usually received. Usually, people who report crimes or their families are received in the reception room.

When Meng Siqi arrived at the door, he saw Song Xinran sitting on a chair with a standard sitting posture and his eyes looking forward. Because his upper body was straight, he looked a little stiff.

Everyone was probably a little nervous when they came to the police station. As soon as Meng Siqi entered the room, Song Xinran turned her head to the side. When her eyes met hers, they froze instantly. She must have been very curious why the college student named "Meng Lu" at that time appeared in front of her in a police uniform.

When Jin Yaming was being escorted, she was in the car, and they had never met in this way. Song Xinran stood up slowly, still in a slightly surprised mood.

Meng Siqi smiled and said, "Hello, Ms. Song, we have met before. My name is Meng Siqi, and I am a police officer at the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

This time, Song Xinran didn't have the sharp look that tried to penetrate others last time. She seemed to be much more honest, without edges and corners, as if she was wearing a layer of armor that belonged to her. Her smile also seemed a little dull. "Hello, nice to meet you."

"Please sit down." Meng Siqi also brought a notebook. She guided the other party to sit down, put down the notebook, and then poured her a glass of water.

After Song Xinran sat down, Meng Siqi and Zhao Leiting sat opposite her. Since it was just a reception, the two did not prepare any questions, so it was just a daily communication.

"Is Jin Yaming okay? I remember he has been in the police station for three or four hours." Song Xinran held the cup as if to keep warm and asked proactively.

Zhao Leiting replied: "He is still in the interrogation stage. He is just a suspect. Don't worry, Ms. Song. If we are sure that he is innocent, we will definitely send him back."

"Why is it taking so long?"

"We have some evidence, but this requires a fair trial process, so don't worry too much."

"I..." Song Xinran hesitated, "Can I see him?"

"Maybe not now." Zhao Lei Ting refused directly.

Song Xinran showed a trace of worry between her eyebrows, but she remained calm, "Can't I just take a look from a distance?"

"I'm sorry, I hope you can understand at this time. We understand your feelings very well."

Song Xinran held the cup tighter with both hands, and she finally nodded.

Meng Siqi had been observing her and asked her casually, "May I ask Ms. Song if you would like to know if Jin Yaming is your official boyfriend?"

Although this information has been investigated, it is still best to confirm this kind of relationship with the other party in person.

Song Xinran pursed her red lips, as if thinking for a moment before she said, "I guess so. Actually, we are college classmates and have a good relationship. Since we are all busy and don't have time to find a partner, we get closer."

Meng Siqi felt that there was another meaning in her words. She obviously cared about Jin Yaming and came to visit him as soon as possible, but she was a little ambiguous when it came to admitting that they were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

Maybe Jin Yaming is the suspect, and as his girlfriend, she may want to distance herself from him. This is also possible.

"Do you know Hu Dingxiang?" Meng Siqi asked almost out of the blue.

She carefully observed her eyes. Song Xinran's eyes flickered for a moment, but it was very subtle. She looked directly at Meng Siqi and shook her head, "I don't know him."

"I thought you would be interested in his art exhibition. Hu Dingxiang is the most famous painting in Jin Yaming's devilish art exhibition." Meng Siqi explained in a casual manner.

"Oh," Song Xinran said, as if hearing the news for the first time, "I know about his art exhibition, but I don't really like this kind of art, so I don't usually pay attention to it."

"Yeah." Meng Siqi nodded.

"How long will it take for Ya Ming to come out?" Song Xinran asked again.

"Ms. Song, I suggest you go back and wait and see." Zhao Lei Ting reminded him tactfully.

"Okay, thank you both." Song Xinran stood up, "I'll be leaving first." She looked at Meng Siqi again, her eyes sincere, "Please tell Officer Meng and Ya Ming that I'll be waiting for him at home, so he can rest assured."

"Okay, I'll convey it." Meng Siqi agreed.

She watched Song Xinran leave. Song Xinran was wearing high heels and walked gracefully. She was wearing a tight-fitting thick velvet windbreaker. She was tall and beautiful. Although she had short hair, she showed a different kind of sexiness. Such a woman would leave a mark in people's hearts at a glance.

In the evening, Feng Shaomin finally came back. At Han Changlin's place, he took the test report out of the bag. During this process, he kept licking his dry lips. Meng Siqi could see that he must have been running outside and had not drunk a sip of water.

When everyone was surrounding Feng Shaomin, Meng Siqi secretly walked away, picked up the thermos from Feng Shaomin's desk, and went to the tea room at the door to add hot water.

When he came back, Feng Shaomin was already introducing the test form, but his tone was very dry: "Hu Dingxiang donated blood before, and I went to the hospital and finally found the blood sample." After saying that, he licked his dry lips again.

Han Changlin was holding the test form in his hand. As he browsed through it, the air was very quiet. Meng Siqi handed the thermos cup to Feng Shaomin, "Master, have a drink of water."

Feng Shaomin turned his head, and unlike before, this time, under the dim light, his eyes shone with a light. Meng Siqi had seen this light before, when he was analyzing a case. Usually, his face looked extremely calm, even a little inhuman.

"Okay." Feng Shaomin took the cup and said only one word, but his tone was somewhat gentle.

He immediately opened the lid of the cup and took a sip of water. It was like sweet rain flowing through his throat, making a gurgling sound in the quiet environment.

"Old Feng, your apprentice is still the best to you." Han Changlin took away the test form and teased with a smile.

Although Feng Shaomin did not respond, his expression was relaxed. Zhao Leiting and Tang Xiaochuan both smiled slightly.

"This list is very clear," said Han Changlin.

Feng Shaomin drank some water and spoke with more force. "There is a small amount of blood on the eyeshadow pen, which completely matches Hu Dingxiang's AB blood type in the hospital's blood sample."

"However, this cannot completely prove that Hu Dingxiang was killed by this eye shadow pen," said Han Changlin.

Meng Siqi knew very well that blood type was not unique. If the eye shadow pencil had injured or killed someone with the same blood type as Hu Dingxiang, the same blood type would also be left behind.

Zhao Leiting looked at the test report and said, "Unless it is the rare panda blood."

"Panda blood?" Meng Siqi didn't react for a moment.

Zhao Lei Ting's eyes suddenly lit up. When people were paying attention to him, his eyes seemed to be full of twinkling stars.

He quickly took over Meng Siqi's question: "It's like this. The general blood type system is A type, B type, O type and AB type. The RH blood type system corresponds to the ABO blood type system. If there is D blood type substance in a person's red blood cells, it is RH positive, which is a very common blood type. But if there is a lack of D blood type substance, it is RH negative. This blood type is very rare. The number of people who have it may be less than one in a thousand, so it is called panda blood. There was a case where the victim had rare panda blood, and there was no other case of panda blood in his area, so the evidence of the crime was quickly locked up."

Meng Siqi nodded seriously. She had some knowledge about blood types, but not in depth. Her approval made Zhao Leiting immediately reveal a satisfied smile.

"Yes," Feng Shaomin added, "Hu Dingxiang's blood type is not rare. However, the scope has been greatly narrowed down. Hu Dingxiang has been to the photo studio, and the blood stains on the eyeshadow pencil match. Logically, the probability of this is very small."

Having said that, everyone understands that it may not be enough to get Jin Yaming to plead guilty. However, in the past, when other evidence was sufficient, blood type matching was enough to convict the suspect.

Meng Siqi certainly understood this. DNA technology was not yet popular in that era, so there was no way to directly match the bloodstains on the eyeshadow pencil to Hu Dingxiang's. Moreover, there was not much evidence to convict Jin Yaming. If Jin Yaming knew more about blood type matching, he might have refuted it on the spot.

If he denies it outright, it will be even more difficult to convict him.

Compared to them, Meng Siqi knew more "inside information". She had an impulse to try it out. Just as Han Changlin was giving instructions on the details of the next interrogation, she said, "Captain Han, can I have a try this time..."

Everyone looked at her, and although there was some confusion in their eyes, they were full of encouragement.

It is clear that the current evidence is not enough to convict Jin Yaming unless Jin Yaming confesses voluntarily. No one is sure. Meng Siqi must have mustered up a lot of courage to propose her for interrogation at this time.

Han Changlin thought so too, but he still remembered that when Meng Siqi participated in the interrogation for the first time, he directly convicted Mu Zhiquan. There was insufficient evidence at the time, but because of Meng Siqi's words, Mu Zhiquan actually took the initiative to plead guilty.

He had thought about this problem at the time. Perhaps if the interrogation was carried out according to normal procedures, the criminals would always be able to deal with it. If they did not play by the rules, like Meng Siqi did, there might be unexpected results. This might be the fresh blood that the newcomers brought to the police station, bringing a different kind of vitality.

The air was very calm. Meng Siqi's eyes were full of expectation. Zhao Leiting was a little anxious. "Captain Han, I support Siqi to preside over this trial."

"You're the one who talks the most," Han Changlin glared at him. Zhao Leiting stuck out his tongue. Han Changlin looked at Meng Siqi again, "Xiao Meng, you come this time."

"Okay." Meng Siqi cheered up and said the word "Okay" seriously, "Team Han, I will definitely not let you and everyone else down."

Han Changlin smiled and said, "Don't feel pressured. Even if we can't convict Jin Yaming today, there will be opportunities later. Just treat it as practice."

"Okay, then I'll go prepare it." Meng Siqi agreed immediately. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and she had to spend as little time as possible to sort out her thoughts.

"Old Feng, you haven't eaten yet. Go and eat something quickly." Han Changlin urged Feng Shaomin.

"I'm hungry. I'll join you too." Feng Shaomin said in a light tone, but Meng Siqi heard it. In fact, her master's participation was the thing that made her most nervous.

Twenty minutes later, everyone returned to the interrogation room. Jin Yaming had been in the room for most of the day, lying on the table. He raised his face, looking a little irritated and sleepy. He said in annoyance, "What time is it?"

"It's past eight o'clock. Zhao Leiting, give Mr. Jin some more water." Han Changlin shouted.

When Zhao Leiting went to pour the water, Meng Siqi was sitting at the main table of the interrogation table. She used to sit at the recording desk at the very edge, but this time she sat in the middle, directly facing Jin Yaming, and she actually felt like she was carrying a heavy burden.

Tang Xiaochuan took the initiative to take over the recording work. Feng Shaomin sat on her right side. Han Changlin still sat on a chair next to her. Zhao Leiting sat on her left side after delivering the water.

Meng Siqi originally felt that she was well prepared, but once she got into the role, she was still a little nervous. It turned out that the questions Zhao Leiting and Tang Xiaochuan asked according to the procedure seemed simple, but it seemed so difficult for her to do it herself.

You cannot be distracted during this process, you must speak clearly and with a certain degree of shock. If you just read the questions on the notebook, the suspect will definitely respond with contempt on the spot, and you will have already lost in terms of momentum, let alone continuing the interrogation and getting the suspect to confess to the crime.

Meng Siqi tried her best to hold her breath and suppress her rapidly beating heart. Feng Shaomin seemed to notice her abnormality and reminded her softly, "Xiao Meng, get ready and start."

Meng Siqi took a deep breath and asked the first question: "Jin Yaming, three months ago, on the afternoon of September 28th, did Hu Dingxiang go to your photo studio?"

Her voice was one of those particularly pleasant to hear, even a little melodious, which usually doesn't shock people. But she put a lot of strength into it, and every word she spoke came out like a needle and an arrow. Coupled with her solemn expression, this question suddenly made the dull and lazy atmosphere in the entire interrogation room become solemn.

"Yes." Jin Yaming answered lazily, as if he didn't care about being interrogated by a female police officer.