The Devil in the World (4)

After a few minutes, Yao Renjun finally calmed down, but his lips were still trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. The Parkinson's symptoms in his hands also became slightly lighter.

Nurse He’s comfort was very effective. Perhaps Yao Renjun had experienced similar symptoms before, and Nurse He was able to treat them quickly and effectively.

Nurse He stood up, with a worried look on her face, and her tone was much stronger than before: "As you can see, he can't accept your questions in this condition."

If they were not police officers, perhaps the nursing home would not cooperate with them in coming in to "disturb" them. After all, Yao Renjun is what they call a high-quality user.

Feng Shaomin said, "Okay, let's stop here today. Come back next time if you need anything."

Meng Siqi was feeling a little depressed. She had originally expected Alzheimer's disease to not be like this. The suspect could at least speak a few words. She thought she could find loopholes in the conversation with him, but now it was obviously not the case.

At this moment, there was a noisy sound outside the door. It was a man complaining: "Who wants to investigate my father? I don't know what disease the old man has now."

"Boss Yao, calm down. We just received a notice from the police..."

Feng Shaomin opened the door, and his serious face immediately greeted the light in the corridor, his sharp eyes staring closely at the visitor.

From behind Feng Shaomin, Meng Siqi saw a middle-aged man in his forties standing at the door. He had a square face, small eyes, and a ruddy face full of hostility. He was wearing a high-end leather jacket with a velvet collar and had stylish hair. He looked like a successful person with a successful career.

Meng Siqi deduced that he was Yao Renjun's son Yao Kunming, the owner of a high-end leather company.

Behind Yao Kunming stood two young men in suits, probably his subordinates from the company. Next to him was a middle-aged woman in a nursing home uniform. Meng Siqi had met her before. She was a person in charge of the nursing home, the deputy director, and her surname was Jiao.

Deputy Director Jiao smiled and said, "I'm sorry, comrade Gong'an, this is what happened. This is Mr. Yao's son, Mr. Yao. He came to the hospital today to visit his father. He knew you were here to investigate, so he hurried over."

Yao Kunming calmed down a bit when he saw the police, but his tone was still very arrogant: "You also know about my father's illness. Is there anything that can't be contacted by his family? You have to make things uneasy for the old man. He can't be stimulated normally. Once stimulated, his brain will age severely."

Feng Shaomin was blocked at the door and explained: "You are a family member? I hope you can understand that we have official business and need to ask your father something."

"Do you think he can speak in this situation?"

"Everyone, Mr. Yao really needs to rest now. Let's talk outside." Nurse He reminded while standing inside the door.

Everyone calmed down after hearing this, and Vice President Jiao immediately said, "Let's go to the reception room. There are quite a few elderly people living on the second floor, so it's really not convenient. Please have a cup of hot water."

Several people went downstairs one after another and walked towards the reception room. Meng Siqi followed behind. She knew that Feng Shaomin also wanted to get some information from Yao Kunming. It happened that she had some doubts about Yao Kunming's behavior, so this was an opportunity.

After everyone sat down, Vice President Jiao asked someone to bring tea and took the initiative to say: "General Manager Yao, public security comrades, you guys chat first. If you have anything, feel free to call me. I'll be at the door." She showed a relaxed smile and closed the door.

Yao Kunming said emotionally: "What exactly do you want to investigate? My father is just an old man who has been retired for seven or eight years. What is there about him that you police officers would care about?"

"Here's the thing, Mr. Yao," Feng Shaomin said, "Do you know about the Dandelion Textile Factory?" His tone was extremely calm, as if he had already prepared to start with this question.

Yao Kunming's eyeballs narrowed slightly, and his pupils seemed to be focusing. He might be thinking about the other party's question, or maybe it was a defensive habit.

However, his emotions were a little more controlled than before. "Of course I know. My father worked in the factory for 10 to 20 years. I also lived in the textile compound for a long time. I have deep feelings for the place. But the textile factory has been closed down for a long time. What else do you want to ask now?"

"Do you know how many cases of textile workers serving alcohol as companions in textile factories?"

Yao Kunming's eyes swayed, as if he was avoiding the other party's question. He twitched his lips and said loudly, "I don't know. This kind of thing can't happen in a textile factory."

Even though he spoke very loudly, Meng Siqi clearly felt that he had lost his previous confidence and seemed to be guilty. However, Yao Kunming was not the leader of the textile factory. He might have heard these things, maybe not completely, but he must know, which means that he must be lying now.

"You may not know this," Feng Shaomin's tone was as cold as a sharp weapon, "but your father must know this."

Yao Kunming seemed to think for a moment and said, "Even if there was such a thing as accompanying drinking as you said, it is possible that the female workers were willing to do it for a purpose, but don't worry, my father would never force anyone to do these things. He is almost 70 years old now, he doesn't remember anything, and he can't speak. You still want him to say something, to make him admit that he had seduced a girl to accompany drinking. I think if you have evidence and the girl's testimony, you will never come to your house, right?"

Meng Siqi understood his son's logical thinking. Although his emotions were difficult to control, his mind was definitely clear. He blurred the incident of accompanying the drinking and used many ambiguous words to defend his father, believing that the female worker did it willingly and shifted the conflict.

Moreover, he knew that the police would have no evidence. Most importantly, he played the emotional card. His father was old, sick, and demented. Even if some facts had happened, was it necessary to pursue it now?

But Meng Siqi believes that the truth is the truth and it cannot be obscured just because the suspect is old, dead, sick or demented.

Feng Shaomin suddenly said coldly: "Yes, you may think that a girl serving wine as a companion is insignificant, but eight years ago, at least five female workers in the textile factory disappeared and disappeared from this world. Now the only one who can reveal the truth is your father!"

Feng Shaomin's tone was so powerful that Yao Kunming, who had been dominated by emotions, was stunned. He probably did not expect that this was a missing person case. His eyelids drooped and his expression showed a brief frustration, but he did not stop there. His tone just became much calmer.

"I know you are anxious to investigate the case, but please also understand my father's current situation. My father was the deputy factory director. He was indeed the only main leader at the time, but he was not the main person responsible for the female workers. He was always in charge of the construction and development of the factory and had no time to take care of the lives of the factory workers. If I remember correctly, it seems that the person in charge of the lives of the female workers was the director of the factory women's federation, but I forgot his name."

Meng Siqi felt that Yao Kunming was indeed a smart man, and he was very good at passing the buck. Ma Jinlian, director of the factory's Women's Federation, was now a vegetable, and he must have known that by pushing all the responsibility, he was completely clearing his father of suspicion.

Feng Shaomin asked two more questions, and Yao Kunming resolved them like Tai Chi. This was not a formal questioning, nor was it an interrogation. Feng Shaomin finally said, "Okay, I'm sorry for disturbing you today. We'll talk again next time we have a chance."

"Comrade Public Security," Yao Kunming stood up, changed his previous arrogance and uncooperativeness, and handed Feng Shaomin a cigarette. After being rejected, his tone became calm and he urged, "I still want to say a few words. I hope you understand my father's situation. On the one hand, my father dedicated his entire life to the factory. He has a clear conscience and has lived in poverty all his life. He is the pride of the textile factory and our family. He cannot spread bad rumors when he is old. On the other hand, as a son, I am very filial to my father. I hope his Alzheimer's disease can be cured, he can remember me, and talk to me, so I have entrusted the nursing home to take good care of him. I hope you can fulfill my wish and don't disturb him."

Feng Shaomin nodded slowly, "Let's try our best."

Walking out of the nursing home gate and heading towards the parking lot, Meng Siqi had never felt so depressed before. The textile factory back then obviously had many problems, but today these people want people to keep silent about them. They use the method of "whitewashing the truth" to treat that period of history as a beautiful memory and do not want anyone to expose the scars.

Yao Kunming may know something, or he may not know something, but he always protects his father's image and does not let anyone destroy his father's former glory.

To some extent, he is actually an accomplice.

Zhao Leiting said, "Brother Feng, is this the only way to deal with this matter now? Yao Renjun's situation seems to be such that he cannot accept questioning. His son is not a good person either. He does not cooperate with us at all."

Seeing that Feng Shaomin didn't answer, Zhao Leiting looked at Meng Siqi again, "Siqi, what do you think?"

Meng Siqi actually didn't have much to say. The only breakthrough in this matter now was Yao Renjun. On the other hand, Han Dui and Tang Xiaochuan were visiting the family of Ma Jinlian, director of the factory's Women's Federation. She guessed that the situation was not very good. Ma Jinlian's family was definitely covering up the bad side of the textile factory in the past.

Feng Shaomin said: "Let's go back to the bureau first and meet up with the Korean team later."

*

After Lu He returned from Ruan Mengying's hometown, Qingshui City, he immediately went back to the police station office and asked Luo Xiaoguo: "What's the situation with Li Muxiao?"

Luo Xiaoguo replied: "Captain Lu, I've been following him and will go to the detention center for questioning this afternoon."

Yan Chun picked up the notebook and said, "Captain Lu, we have exchanged detailed information with the court. Although Li Muxiao provided an alibi, the evidence can only prove that he was not in Jinyang City on the night of March 25th, and that he returned to Ruan Mengying's residence in Jinyang City on the morning of March 26th. In other words, it is entirely possible that he dismembered Ruan Mengying. Even if he is not convicted of murder, the procuratorate has the right to charge him with insulting and destroying a corpse."

Lu He nodded. According to Article 302 of the Criminal Law, theft, insult, and intentional destruction of corpses all fall under the category of crimes of insulting corpses. If Li Muxiao cannot rule out suspicion on the morning of the 26th, then he is entirely likely to be charged. Moreover, the crime of dismemberment is not a small one and he will be sentenced.

"Okay, let's go to the detention center in the afternoon." Lu He ordered.

Luo Xiaoguo said: "Captain Lu, you just came back from Qingshui City, why don't you let us go?"

"Li Muxiao is the key to solving the case. Both of you should come with me."

In less than an hour, Lu He and his four companions arrived at the detention center to interrogate Li Muxiao.

Li Muxiao had already put on prison clothes and handcuffs and was escorted to the interrogation room by the police.

Compared with the last interrogation, Li Muxiao's skin was dull, his beard was thick, and his face looked a little more wrinkled. Perhaps he was not used to life in the detention room.

But Lu He didn't understand what his purpose was. He didn't kill Ruan Mengying, but he dismembered her, leaving her head and stuffing it into a dolphin doll, and cut the body into five pieces and sent them to the museum.

Perhaps only Li Muxiao can give the answer.

"Li Muxiao, why the hell did you make a false confession? Are you trying to tell everyone that we are incompetent?" Luo Xiaoguo got angry when he saw him, pointing at him and shouting, "How dare you play tricks on us! The prosecutor can't find evidence of your crime, but we can! Just wait and see, you are dead!"

When Li Muxiao sat in the chair, his expression was very calm. Even when Luo Xiaoguo scolded him, he was not at all flustered. He seemed to be just here for the formality.

Luo Xiaoguo couldn't hold back his anger and made a gesture to beat him up. Yan Chun grabbed Luo Xiaoguo's arm and said, "Deputy Luo, there's no need to argue with him..."

When Li Muxiao sat up and raised his head, Lu He unexpectedly found that the light in his eyes was very firm. He seemed to firmly believe that he had not committed any crime or done anything wrong. Perhaps he insisted on seeing himself as a savior who saved Ruan Mengying.

In fact, it is often difficult to touch the true heart of such people. When Luo Xiaoguo was scolding him, Lu He stopped and said, "Let me ask."

Lu He decided to conduct the interrogation himself. He sat in a chair with his hands folded across his chest, looking calm and composed. "Li Muxiao, I hope that today we can have a fair conversation without any lies."

He was giving Li Muxiao a friendly warning so that this conversation would not be entirely false and the case would not fall into a new deadlock.

Li Muxiao said calmly: "Captain Lu, don't worry, I will answer your questions seriously."

"It's not just answering questions. Li Muxiao, since you chose to admit to the murder in the police station and then denied it in court, I believe you have your own difficulties. No matter what your considerations are, I hope you will trust us, the police, and not use your self-righteous way to solve the problem."

After Lu He finished speaking, Li Muxiao looked at Lu He with less indifference and more sincerity. An imperceptible smile slowly appeared on the corners of his mouth. "Captain Lu, I know you are very powerful, but you may not be able to do everything!"

"Do you still doubt the ability of our team? Do you deserve a beating?" Luo Xiaoguo shouted.

Li Muxiao said calmly: "Captain Lu, if you have any questions, please ask me. I will tell you what I know."

Lu He asked: "You told us last time that Ruan Mengying borrowed your money and left you without saying goodbye. Are these all true?"

"Yes. It's true." Li Muxiao's tone was very affirmative.

"Can I understand that the first half of the story is true, and it was not until Ruan Mengying came back that you made up the story."

“Perhaps.”

Luo Xiaoguo said in a stern voice: "Li Muxiao, yes is yes, no is no, what do you mean by maybe? Do you think our team is vegetarian?"

Li Muxiao did not respond to him.

Lu He continued to ask: "You don't know where she went for that whole year? Why did she disappear without a trace?"

"right."

"You don't know who killed her?"

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"Regarding the trip to the museum from March 25th to 26th, can you explain it to us clearly?"

"I did take a leave of absence. I bought those flowers on the morning of the 25th. I knew Ruan Mengying didn't accept me, so I wanted to break up with her in a ceremonial way. At noon, I went to Qingshui City. I ordered a breakup ring in advance for Ruan Mengying, and I wanted to pick it up."

"Why do you have to go to Qingshui City to buy a ring and pick it up in person?" Lu He felt that he was probably lying. Qingshui City was Ruan Mengying's hometown, and he always felt that this was not a coincidence.

"I remember telling my team that I have a roommate who left me a set of ugly clothes. He worked in a jewelry processing shop after he went to Qingshui City. It's normal for me to order a ring from him. I can rest assured that it won't be fake, and he can give me a big discount. This is something very important to me, and it's worth spending the travel expenses to make a trip."

"You left behind bus tickets proving your trips between Jinyang City and Qingshui City. Don't you think that was very deliberate?"

“I’ve always had this habit.”

"You had an argument with a passenger on the bus in the early morning of the 26th?"

Li Muxiao said calmly, "Yes, that man sexually harassed the female passenger, and I stopped him."

Lu He said in a cold voice: "But our investigation did not turn out like this."

"That night, the female passenger was fast asleep. The lighting was not good at the time. The man glanced at her obscenely, and his hands moved around in her pants and crotch..."

"Li Muxiao?" Luo Xiaoguo interrupted him sharply, "Are you full of dirty ideas? Do you think that it is masturbation if someone just tickles you?"

Li Muxiao raised his chin slightly, even showing a hint of neither servility nor arrogance.

Lu He said sternly, "Why didn't you tell the truth last time? Why did you have to take this to court so that everyone would know about it? What was your purpose?"

Li Muxiao was silent for a moment before he said, "Captain Lu, I said I loved Ruan Mengying very much. Now she is dead. Someone killed her. I know that this is the only way to express my true love for her. I want everyone to pay attention to her death so that she won't die in plain sight."

Lu He's tone suddenly became cold and stern: "So, you love her very much, but you want to cut her into pieces?"

These words immediately brought the already depressing atmosphere in the interrogation room to a low point. Li Muxiao's calm expression finally showed a hint of abnormality. He pursed his lips as if he was gritting his teeth, and a variety of emotions appeared in his eyes.

When Lu He interpreted it, he felt sadness, anxiety, despair, and unwillingness.

He didn't know which one belonged to the real him at this moment.

Li Muxiao was silent for a while and then said, "Ruan Mengying's body was very stiff and couldn't fit into the suitcase. I tried several times, but in the end I could only cut off her head and cut open her body."

Lu He realized that Ruan Mengying had obvious rigor mortis after her death, and her body joints must have been difficult to bend. The suitcase was too small, and it was indeed difficult to put the already rigor mortis body into it. However, he still had doubts about this answer, but he couldn't find a more appropriate rebuttal for the moment.

Lu He asked: "How do you explain stuffing your head into a puppet?"

"That day I wanted to take Yumengying to the sea of ​​flowers, but I couldn't bear to let her go, so I left her head. I put it in the refrigerator for fear that it would spoil. I didn't live there, so I would come back every night and open the refrigerator to welcome her. I held her to sleep, kissed her, and spent the best days with her."

Li Muxiao raised the corners of his eyes and smiled faintly, "The next morning, when I found that she had 'changed', I would try to kiss away the places where she had begun to corrode..."