Piranha Plant (9)

In the interrogation room of the detention house, Jin Yaming, wearing prison clothes and handcuffs, sat down under the guidance of a prison guard.

Jin Yaming's face was a little haggard, and his slightly curly hair looked a little messy, but this might be just an appearance. Meng Siqi found that his eyes were not empty at all, and he did not look like he was here to confess his guilt. There was even a chilling persistence in his bloodshot eyes.

Meng Siqi, the chief examiner, asked directly: "Jin Yaming, do you want to explain the criminal process of murdering Fu Songan?"

"Yes." Jin Yaming tilted his neck slightly, his whole body leaning slightly to the right, but his tone was very powerful.

"Why didn't you mention it before?" There was no such procedure in the interrogation, but Meng Siqi really wanted to know what he was thinking, even if he would not tell the truth.

"I just remembered it." Jin Yaming said with a hint of disdain.

Zhao Leiting threw down his pen forcefully while taking notes, and a clicking sound was heard in the silent interrogation room. It was obvious that he was speechless about what Jin Yaming said, and it was also a warning to Jin Yaming.

Meng Siqi did not intend to continue to ask him why he confessed his guilt, but instead said solemnly according to the procedure: "Jin Yaming, please explain the entire criminal process of murdering Fu Songan. Everything you say will be used as evidence in court!"

Jin Yaming didn't seem to have heard what Meng Siqi said. He was silent for more than ten seconds before he slowly spoke: "I don't quite remember which day it was. It was raining heavily that day. I missed Xin Ran a little bit, so I went to where she worked."

Jin Yaming paused, and unlike his expression just now, his eyebrows slowly drooped, the color in his eyes dimmed a little, and even produced a trace of sadness, "I suddenly saw a girl rushing into the heavy rain. She was crying and running in the rain. I realized that she was Xin Ran. I ran over to hug her and asked her what was wrong."

Heavy rain hit Song Xinran's whole body. Her hair was disheveled, and it looked like countless leeches were crawling on her face. Her dress seemed to be torn and her underwear was about to fall off. She looked like she had been violated and luckily escaped from the devil.

Jin Yaming hugged her tightly. This was the woman he loved deeply, and he never wanted her to get hurt in any way.

"Xin Ran, tell me, who is it? Who bullied you?"

Song Xinran lay in his arms and cried all the time, so much so that the curtain of heavy rain was wetted by her crying. She had always been pure and innocent, she had always been a flawless goddess, but in Jin Yaming's heart, her crying was like a sharp knife stabbing into his chest.

Jin Yaming was furious. He knew who the man was without asking. He shouted, "Is it Fu Songan? Is it that beast?"

"Wuwuwu..." Song Xinran kept crying.

Jin Yaming held her shoulders, lifted her up from his arms, and said with gritted teeth: "I'm going to kill him now! I'm going to kill him!"

He picked her up and put her under the eaves, then turned and ran away, with Song Xinran shouting behind him: "Ya Ming, no, Ya Ming!"

Jin Yaming rushed into the closed studio. The work should have been finished. Fu Songan was sitting in a chair taking a rest. The light was dim. He seemed to be enjoying the aftertaste of raping Xin Ran.

Jin Yaming quickly picked up a scalpel from the dissecting table and stabbed it into Fu Song'an's chest before he could fully react.

Fu Song'an leaned against the table, making a final struggle, trying to fight back, but his evil face finally faded away due to the piercing of his chest.

Fu Song'an died, Jin Yaming was very scared, and he was very excited when he killed Fu Song'an. He did it for Xin Ran, and he had no regrets.

At this time, Song Xinran walked in. She was soaking wet, and the rain on her body was still dripping on the ground. When she saw Fu Songan lying in a pool of blood, she suddenly grabbed Jin Yaming in hysterics, "You killed him? Are you crazy? Are you crazy?"

She cried and screamed, so Jin Yaming had no choice but to pick her up tightly. He carried her struggling body into Fu Songan's car. After sending her back to her residence, Song Xinran still insisted, "You know he has an international exchange meeting tomorrow. Everyone knows about it. Hurry up and turn yourself in! Yaming!"

Jin Yaming grabbed the shaking Song Xinran's hands tightly, "Listen to me, listen to me, Xinran, everything that happened today has never happened. Fu Songan will go abroad as usual tomorrow. When you wake up tomorrow, nothing will have happened!"

He closed the door and turned to the rainy night. That night, he put Fu Songan's body in the trunk and threw it into the Sujiang River. Back in the studio, he cleaned up the bloodstains, fingerprints and footprints, and changed into Fu Songan's clothes, tie, pants, and even underwear.

He used scissors to cut off the curls around his head. In the early morning, he took Fu Song'an's ID, passport and notebook, took a taxi and went to the airport.

The story ends. When describing this story, Jin Yaming's facial expressions change drastically. He is filled with sorrow and pain when he hears that Song Xinran lost her virginity. He is filled with grief and anger when he kills Fu Song'an. He also reveals a hint of excitement and pride.

He did all this perfectly. If he didn't tell, no matter how much the police investigated, they would not make him give in.

Finally, Jin Yaming said calmly: "I like Song Xinran. I took the initiative to plead guilty because I hope she can be cleared of suspicion. She is a kind and well-behaved girl. I don't want her to be hurt in the slightest, and I don't want you to make malicious assumptions about her!"

When he finished narrating all this, Meng Siqi even doubted whether the scenes she had seen were real. There was no clue pointing to Song Xinran. Jin Yaming's description was like a restoration of the scene. She felt that her master and Zhao Lei Ting should also be seriously shaken.

Meng Siqi didn't pay attention to their expressions, but chose to ask the key point: "Jin Yaming, when did you meet Song Xinran, and when did you fall in love with her?"

"We've known each other since childhood. I don't remember when I fell in love with her."

This was somewhat different from the information Meng Siqi had learned. Previous investigations showed that the two were college classmates, but this was also normal. Usually, the relationship between people would be based on the most recent contact.

"So you followed her to college. When did you two establish a relationship? Boyfriend and girlfriend."

"We have always been good, just not as vulgar as you think. We have always been good. I love her and she cares about me. That's enough."

Jin Yaming's description was very vague, which reminded her of Song Xinran's ambiguity in describing this relationship.

"Why didn't you bury Fu Song'an's clothes this time?" Meng Siqi asked, just like you buried Hu Dingxiang's clothes.

"I was very nervous the first time I killed someone. Afterwards, I went to the riverside several times, worried that his clothes would float up. Later, I knew what to do!"

After finishing the interrogation of Jin Yaming, Meng Siqi was silent on the way back. She realized the horror of human heart, the human heart that seemed to be more untouchable than hell. How many lies without loopholes like this are there in this world?

Fu Song'an died and had a new identity: a pervert who raped female students and molested female assistants. His wife was still struggling to raise their young daughter. How would she feel when she heard the news?

When the case is made public, how will Fu Songan's community, school, hometown, and his former family, colleagues, relatives and friends view him?

He is indeed dead and has disappeared without a trace. Perhaps he has become the mud at the bottom of the river. Can a person be slandered just because he is dead?

When she thought of all this, her heart would become heavy. Perhaps it was the weight of the police badge that brought her weight. If Jin Yaming's confession was allowed to be presented as evidence in court, then the real murderer would go unpunished and the victim's grievances would never see the light of day!

Three days later, Song Xinran's case seemed to have become unsolvable. During this period, Zhao Leiting kept silent about it and Feng Shaomin never looked for her. It seemed that Jin Yaming's confession had locked the chain of evidence in this case.

The relevant police officers are already following up on the subsequent progress. Pan Chun should have known that her husband was murdered. No one knows what her mood is at this moment. Meng Siqi did not dare to think about it too much.

Fu Song'an, who was once a young and promising man in college, has become a mystery because of his disappearance. Now, no one knows whether his involvement in the rape of female students will cause a stir. Jin Yaming has not yet made a judgment, and Meng Siqi believes that at least for now, this news has not spread.

That afternoon, Wen Huizhi, a reporter from the Shixin Evening News, called Meng Siqi's office and wanted to invite her to have a cup of tea. It was fake, as Meng Siqi felt that she was here to get information. But she suddenly remembered that the Shixin Evening News was still suspended for rectification, and Wen Huizhi seemed to have been suspended as well.

Wen Huizhi mentioned something on the phone, "I know something about Fu Song'an," which aroused Meng Siqi's interest, so he happily attended the meeting.

The meeting was at a tea restaurant very close to the police station. Wen Huizhi came here by taxi. She arrived early and when she saw Meng Siqi come in, she immediately stood up and waved at her with a smile.

Wen Huizhi was wearing a plain down jacket today, which was different from her previous smart red suit. She seemed to have changed a lot.

A plain scarf was wrapped around her neck, and she did not take it off. Meng Siqi thought that she was probably using it to cover up the scar on her neck.

Her face no longer had the arrogance and confidence it had before, but instead looked a little worn out. Her once shiny skin had dulled a little, and her red lips had faded. She seemed to be changing, or being changed.

In fact, after the Xin Tianfei murder case, Meng Siqi paid attention to the follow-up of the old New Evening News, especially Wen Huizhi. After that incident, Wen Huizhi seemed to have disappeared. Meng Siqi thought that she would not continue to report news, but would continue to be a reporter.

"Officer Meng, it's been a long time since we last met. I missed you so much." Wen Huizhi was very enthusiastic. For a moment he seemed to want to hold her hand, but then he gave up. He didn't know where to put his hands.

"Hello, reporter Wen. It's been a long time since we last met." Meng Siqi responded with a smile.

"Please sit inside. I know the owner of this store and it's convenient to talk here." Wen Huizhi took her to a private room. It was very quiet inside and there was a small window with the street outside.

Wen Huizhi kept smiling the whole time, her eyes full of love for Meng Siqi.

She asked Meng Siqi politely how he was doing and whether he was busy at work.

Meng Siqi answered them one by one, and the two of them became less estranged from each other.

As they chatted, Wen Huizhi's mood gradually became depressed. Her eyes were sincere. "Officer Meng, you helped me last time. I am really grateful to you. Speaking of this, I have to say sorry to you... In fact, I have been reflecting on myself and what I did in the past."

Meng Siqi did not respond. Wen Huizhi made a mistake in reporting the news about Xin Shu and should be punished, although it did not reach the point of violating the criminal law. However, she is a criminal police officer and her duty is to protect the victim, even if the victim's morality is flawed.

Wen Huizhi said in a heavy tone: "Think about it, I have made many false reports. In the reports, I made many subjective assumptions. I did not consider the feelings of the people reported. I only wanted to gain traffic..."

Her eyes gradually turned red. "I can't forgive myself... Ever since the newspaper closed down, I have been thinking about the purpose of doing these things. I think I should have died in that case..."

Wen Huizhi stopped describing, as if she was really repenting. No one was her, and no one could understand her feelings, the changes in a person's heart after being on the verge of true death.

Sometimes a person's change requires a great driving force, even a bloody lesson. This is clearly reflected in Wen Huizhi. When Wen Huizhi was kidnapped by Xin Tianfei, she must have thought that if she had the chance to do it again, she would never do such a stupid thing.

If she really gets the chance to start over, Wen Huizhi will definitely have a string of morality and law in her heart that she will not touch, and she will set an example in the future.

Wen Huizhi said: "I want to change to a job that no one knows, but I don't know anything. Since I went to college and chose the news media, I was destined not to work in any other industry. I have thought a lot, maybe being a reporter is the only thing I can do, but please don't worry..."

She raised her eyes and looked at her firmly, "I will definitely be a good reporter and I won't make mistakes again."

Meng Siqi was very pleased that she could say these things. In fact, it didn't matter if she didn't tell her anything. She confided in her and explained that she really wanted to change, and she hoped Meng Siqi could witness her change.

Meng Siqi also nodded sincerely, she also wanted to see her changes.

While drinking the hot drink, Wen Huizhi took out a stack of papers from her bag, put them in front of Meng Siqi and said, "Officer Meng, I know you are investigating Fu Songan's case recently... Oh, don't worry, I will never interfere with your investigation."

Meng Siqi smiled and asked, "What are these papers?"

"When Fu Song'an disappeared last year, I reported his news. However, I also investigated some of his affairs. Later, I took the initiative to stop reporting, so I left these manuscripts here. There may be something you want in them."