Murder in a locked room bed and breakfast (18)

It was bright inside the window and dark outside. Kong Yang was like an innocent bystander, watching everything that happened in the house.

A tall young man, that is Gui Xiangyang, was using a hemp rope to tie Kong Qushan's neck. The two bodies were entangled on the ground. Gui Xiangyang was obviously stronger and he strangled Kong Qushan's neck with force.

Kong Qushan had difficulty breathing and his face was pale, but he was a model worker and a factory worker. Although he was not tall, he was very strong. He had been resisting, so Gui Xiangyang's crime did not succeed immediately.

At this moment, Gui Xiangyang shouted, "Long Shanwen, why are you still standing there? Come and hug him!"

"I promise you a reward of 10,000..."

In Kong Yang's terrified vision, after a while, a thin woman walked towards Kong Qushan. She seemed to be frightened as well, but she acted as Gui Xiangyang's helper, lay down, and hugged Kong Qushan's legs tightly.

With the combined efforts of the two, Kong Qushan lost his breath. He stiffened, his whole body trembled violently, and he turned over, staring at the window with unwillingness and despair in his eyes.

Kong Yang was shaking all over and cried bitterly. That was his father, but at this moment, he died. Kong Yang had never thought about what it was like for a person to die, but his father died in front of him.

Gui Xiangyang raised his head and looked towards the windowsill vigilantly. He seemed to have noticed something moving outside the window.

Kong Yang started to run. He ran into the rain, running as fast as he could. After running for a while, he stopped. He thought of his father and walked back a few steps. His tears had already mixed with the rain.

He saw from afar Gui Xiangyang picking up his umbrella from the ground at the door. Gui Xiangyang looked at him in the rain as if he could see through him. He stepped back timidly. Gui Xiangyang averted his gaze, squatted on the ground, and measured the footprints left by his rain boots on the ground with his fingers.

That day, Kong Yang didn't know how he ran out of the textile factory. He ran desperately until he reached the family building and fell heavily to the ground in the yard.

When he woke up, he found that he had been running a high fever for three days and three nights. His mother had been taking care of him by his side. However, from then on, his life had been uneasy.

No matter day or night, there were always people coming to his mother Wu Yueru's house to collect debts, and they were desperately searching for something in his house. They said that Kong Qushan ran away with more than 200,000 yuan in cash that the factory was preparing to distribute, and it was said that he fled to Hong Kong.

After saying all this, Kong Yang lay on the interrogation table and burst into tears.

He was nine years old that year, an age when he was looking forward to a bright future. His father was a model worker and a righteous man, but he was accidentally murdered. His mother was kind and weak, but she was chased by debtors every day.

After the age of nine, Kong Yang's life was filled with the memory of that horrific incident, the guilt towards his father and the sympathy towards his mother. It seemed as if he should not have been born into this world, because if he had pushed open the office door on that rainy night, perhaps his father would have been saved. However, due to his cowardice, he became a bystander to his father's murder.

However, in Meng Siqi's opinion, even if Kong Yang opened the door, with his nine-year-old age and thin physique, he might not be able to save his father. But for Kong Yang, he will always feel that he has done something wrong, and he will leave this world with the guilt towards his father for the rest of his life.

Kong Yang must have lived in fear and worry during that time, not only because of the sudden change in his family, but also because of the threat from Gui Xiangyang, the factory director and a strong young man at the time. Because Gui Xiangyang found his umbrella and measured his footprints, Kong Yang must have lived in that fear of the unknown for a long time.

He must have thought that one day someone would strangle him to death like his father. He didn't dare to say it out loud, so he could only bury his cowardice and regret deep in his heart until it became uncontrollable and the devil took root in his heart.

After Kong Yang stopped sobbing, Meng Siqi had already placed warm water in front of him. Kong Yang seemed to calm down. He took a sip of the warm water and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

Meng Siqi did not respond. She wanted to let Kong Yang calm down for a while.

Kong Yang raised his head, his eyes were firm, "Do you have anything else to ask? As long as Gui Xiangyang can be convicted?"

Meng Siqi was also trying to calm down, but as the presiding judge, she had to quickly put aside her irrelevant emotions. She asked calmly: "After you grew up, did you try to assassinate Gui Xiangyang many times?" Meng Siqi believed that if Kong Yang really hated Gui Xiangyang so much, he must have wanted to kill Gui Xiangyang first, not Long Shanwen.

"Yes, I tried, but Gui Xiangyang was tall and strong, and he had bodyguards, so I couldn't get close to him. He would occasionally go to the Vienna Hotel to fool around, where he had women, more than one, and after he was done, he would leave alone, so I tried to assassinate him at that time, but he was very smart and very strong, so I failed and had to run away."

Meng Siqi continued to ask: "Why didn't you call the police? Do you never trust the police? You must avenge your father in this way."

"Believe? I haven't trusted anyone since I was nine years old," Kong Yang said with a ruthless smile. "Those factory workers who once held my father in high esteem ended up surrounding my door and trampling on my mother's dignity. Who do you think I should trust?"

This time, Meng Siqi finally understood Kong Yang's psychology. If he had experienced such a life at an age when his mind was not yet formed, he would definitely change many of his worldviews.

"Even if you don't believe it, you can write to the mayor and the police station. These are better ways than what you are doing now." Zhao Leiting seemed a little angry and said this.

Kong Yang smiled, as if he was mocking the other person's ignorance: "You won't understand, you don't know Gui Xiangyang at all. At least I know what kind of person he is. When he was in the textile factory, he had a group of brothers, and he likes to make friends with people who are well-known. Look, the most ready-made example, after he left the textile factory, he took the initiative to pursue Zhang Hui. Who is Zhang Hui? Seven or eight years ago, Zhang Hui was just a small clerk, from a poor family, and average looking. You think someone like Gui Xiangyang would fall in love with her, isn't it because Zhang Hui has a good brother-in-law, you should know him."

As soon as Kong Yang finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze, and everyone knew who Kong Yang was talking about.

Feng Shaomin suddenly slammed the table and said sternly: "Kong Yang, don't say what you think. Zhang Hui is Zhang Hui, and Zhang Hui's brother-in-law is Zhang Hui's brother-in-law. Can they be confused?"

"Although they cannot be confused, Gui Xiangyang doesn't think so."

Feng Shaomin said in a stern voice: "You don't believe in the people's police at all. You didn't believe in them from the beginning. Your name is Kong Yang, but there is no sunshine in your heart. How do you know that this world is not just? You don't believe it because you don't understand. Justice is the mission of our police. I tell you now, whether it is us or Zhang Hui's brother-in-law you mentioned, we are all police officers who uphold justice. We will safeguard the interests of the people and serve the people. This is an unchanging truth!"

Meng Siqi was instantly touched. She rarely heard Feng Shaomin argue so loudly and emotionally. He was not arguing about Han Changlin, but about his police uniform and the justice that this uniform represented.

"Okay, I believe it now," Kong Yang seemed to be convinced, and his face became serious, "But what can I do now that I believe it? I have already killed Long Shanwen, and I will sincerely plead guilty. I only beg you to help my father restore the truth and don't let him die with regrets. I beg you to arrest Gui Xiangyang and let him apologize for my father!"

"We will investigate your request," Feng Shaomin said righteously, "and we will also investigate whether what you said is true. We will speak with evidence. If Gui Xiangyang really committed a crime, he will naturally be punished by law."

"Okay, you are all good people. I thank you on behalf of my father. Please sentence me."

Feng Shaomin calmed down and glanced at Meng Siqi. Meng Siqi understood what his master meant and told him to feel free to ask any questions he had.

Meng Siqi still had many questions. She nodded slightly to Feng Shaomin and turned to Kong Yang again: "Kong Yang, I have another question for you to answer. Why did you say that Long Shanwen was... a prostitute? She was a textile factory worker back then. Can you explain all this clearly?"

"Do you think I was right to frame her? Go ask the old people in the textile factory what they think of Long Shanwen."

"I want to hear your explanation now."

"My explanation is fine. I admit that Long Shanwen is very beautiful. She is a flower in Dandelion, but she is also very mean. There are so many girls in the factory, but she insisted on being the mistress of the factory leader. I remember that she participated in the leader's drinking party more than once. And what is her relationship with Gui Xiangyang? Long Shanwen likes money, and Gui Xiangyang likes to make friends with rich people, so he had to bring Long Shanwen along. You think Long Shanwen is just a drinking party. She doesn't know how many men she has slept with. How much money did she earn at that time? If she didn't have the money for sleeping, she could afford cosmetics and beautiful clothes..."

"So, this is all she is in your eyes..."

"Yes, she is just a chicken. Do you still want to whitewash her?"

Meng Siqi paused and asked, "Why did Long Shanwen appear at the factory office that day? Did she get the money later? Have you gotten to know her over the years?"

"I don't know whether she got the money or not, but at least she killed my father for money. But I don't think she lived a good life. Maybe you think she married a rich man. In fact, her husband Shen Song was just Gui Xiangyang's younger brother. Shen Song had many women outside. Why do you think Gui Xiangyang gave the woman he had played with to his younger brother? To protect her? Of course not. He just wanted to monitor her and control her for her whole life."

Meng Siqi swallowed his saliva, and felt a little shocked again. The question about Long Shanwen actually ended here. In Kong Yang's eyes, Long Shanwen had already been defined, and there would be no second definition.

She asked one last question: "When your father was suspected of absconding with the money, did anyone suspect him? Not a single factory worker suspected him."

"Yes, of course." Kong Yang's answer was a little dull. "Some people didn't believe that my father would do such a thing and called the police. But after searching for a while, at least in the textile factory area for several days, the police finally closed the case as a missing person. My father was clearly dead, but in the end the case was closed as missing."

"Okay, Kong Yang, today's interrogation ends here. We will always have questions for you. As for the fact that you committed a crime, we will deal with it according to the law."

"Come on." Kong Yang stretched out a pair of hands, a pair of slender hands that could make delicious dishes, "Put on handcuffs."

After leaving the interrogation room, everyone felt heavy-hearted. Meng Siqi walked beside Feng Shaomin and reminded him softly, "Master, Gui Xiangyang?"

Feng Shaomin paused, turned around and said, "Xiaochuan, apply for an arrest warrant immediately."

"Brother Feng, but we have no evidence now." Tang Xiaochuan reminded.

Indeed, now we only have Kong Yang's one-sided statement, and we cannot convict Gui Xiangyang based on Kong Yang's confession. Now the person involved in this incident, Long Shanwen, is already dead, and Kong Yang's confession can only be used as a reference. As long as Gui Xiangyang does not plead guilty, he cannot be convicted at all.

"Then we need to find evidence and arrest those who need to be arrested!" After Feng Shaomin finished speaking, no one objected, and Tang Xiaochuan immediately went to apply for an arrest warrant.

Twenty minutes later, led by Feng Shaomin, three police cars with red and blue lights flashing sped on the road towards the Gui Xiangyang community to carry out the arrest.

It was already evening, and the lights in Gui Xiangyang's neighborhood were just beginning to light up. Zhang Hui and her son went to her mother's house for dinner every night.

Gui Xiangyang had just returned from the company. He had planned to go to the Vienna Hotel to relax today, but he felt vaguely uneasy.

He always felt that something big was going to happen in the past few days. When he found the umbrella and measured the shoe prints outside the door, he concluded that it was a child. He sent people to the family building to investigate, but did not find the child.

After so many years, he suddenly remembered that the child might be Kong Qushan's son. His son was only nine years old at that time, and it was entirely possible that he came to the textile factory with Kong Qushan.

This year, Kong Qushan's son is already eighteen years old, so after he was stabbed that day, he thought of this. He could only conceal these things and vaguely told the police. At least he hoped that what happened that year would be sealed forever.

However, while he was thinking, the sirens in the community sounded. Gui Xiangyang felt worried, but also lucky. He thought the police car had nothing to do with him. He had done it perfectly that year, and no one could crack it. Besides, Long Shanwen was already dead. The only thing left was the child. He had been investigating recently and was determined to find out the child's identity.

At this time, the phone rang. Gui Xiangyang picked up the phone. The silence inside made him feel something was wrong. He immediately yelled, "Who the hell is calling for no reason?"

"Gui Xiangyang." A deep voice suddenly came from the phone, and he seemed to have heard this voice before.

"Who are you?"

"The police have already set their sights on you. You should tell me what you should and shouldn't say. I hope you will be careful with what you say."

Gui Xiangyang felt a chill on his back. This voice seemed to see through his heart. He couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to say?"

"Your son is only six years old and is studying at Jinyang Experimental Primary School. He is so cute..."

"Who the hell are you?"

Beep, beep...the phone received a busy tone.

Gui Xiangyang felt numb all over. His son's appearance kept replaying in his mind. He suddenly had the urge to call Zhang Hui.

But at this moment there was a knock on the door. "Gui Xiangyang, open the door."

He knew the police had arrived.