civil forensic

Under the witness of many villagers, Li Huigai, the owner of the slaughterhouse, identified the location of the bloody clothes in the ancestral hall, and received a lot of abuse:
"It's all black-hearted money, and it's everyone's money."

"No wonder he ran away, he was afraid of being hacked to death."

"What kind of good person can open a slaughterhouse to make money? Putting bloody things in the ancestral hall sucks everyone's blood?"

Li Huigai blushed for a moment, and gradually got used to it.

He had consulted with a lawyer before, and the sentence for what he did would not last long.

As for things like word of mouth, he doesn't do it in the village anyway.

"I'm here to show my ancestors. It's not that I didn't take care of my nephew at home. It's that he himself committed too much." Li Huigai also opened his voice when he heard the voice outside, and replied loudly: "Come on." I came to work as a part-time worker, cut off the head of a female taxi driver, can I carry it for him? Moreover, I did everything I could, but he wanted to kill me, not because I gave the money and There is something, he might even cut off my head, so can I follow him?"

The amount of information in this answer is a bit large, and the villagers or non-villages watching the excitement are momentarily at a loss for words.

Then, everyone got excited.

"Hey, is that taxi driver a woman? Did he just cut off his head?"

"How much did you pay?"

"This boss is unlucky, how many years will he be sentenced for?"

The criminal policeman in charge of escort and identification glared at Li Huigai, and said, "If you talk again, I'll put something on for you."

Li Huigai quickly smiled with a cheeky fat face: "Stop talking, it's over."

Although he left Dawan Village, he didn't want to make a bad name, so he felt much more comfortable if he could take the opportunity to say a few words.

The criminal policeman didn't say much, the photoshoot that was supposed to be taken was over, and he pulled Li Huigai back.

As far as this case is concerned, Li Huigai's identity as a witness is quite important.

Waiting for the worker Li Jinzhou to be in place, the suspicion on Li Huigai will be almost gone.

The suspects, Li Tangyi and his wife, arrived later.

The police officers who arrested them encountered unexpected and stubborn resistance, especially Li Tangyi's wife, who once took the child to the rooftop.

After entering the case handling center in Changyang City, the resistance between the two was extremely strong.

Seeing their appearance, Liu Jinghui didn't go in directly.

"This kind of thing has to be worn down slowly. After a few days of detention, they will get used to the current state and they will open their mouths." Liu Jinghui didn't look worried, but said very familiarly: "They just can't accept the status quo. I have already escaped."

"It is indeed possible to escape." Wan Baoming looked at Li Tangyi and his wife who were in two interrogation rooms on the surveillance screen, and said with emotion: "When they committed the crime, they were still 27-year-old young people, and they wanted to talk to my family. Uncle learned how to butcher, and then he went back to open a slaughterhouse... Who would have thought that after 11 years, both of them have become 38-year-old middle-aged people."

Liu Jinghui was very logical, squinting at Wan Baoming: "Do you want to listen to what I have to say?"

Wan Baoming laughed, then shook his head and said, "When I was in my thirties and early 40s, it was the age when I was most afraid of death.  …

Wan Baoming said emotionally: "Think about it, it's the time when parents start to go to the hospital, start to get sick, and need someone to take care of them, and the children are also in puberty, when they are the most sensitive, and they start to lose hope and change. I became insensitive, peeing became unkempt, my wife began to think about rejuvenating, recovering the lost time, and when I couldn't die, I was arrested and imprisoned for the death penalty...
"I'm in my early forties this year, and I'm in good health." Liu Jinghui brushed back his shiny, big back hair. If the hair was long enough, he might be able to strangle Wan Baoming to death.

Wan Baoming patted Liu Jinghui on the shoulder: "Don't worry. There will be everything."

Liu Jinghui ignored him.

Wan Baoming continued to mourn the spring and autumn: "Don't tell me, it's not easy for Li Tangyi and his wife. They have been together for at least 11 years, and they didn't dare to do the slaughterhouse they decided to do back then. They even secretly opened Taobao for fear of being discovered. The store has sold beef jerky for so many years, and has been operating with integrity.
Life finally got better, and I gave birth to a second child..."

Tang Jia couldn't help listening to it, and said: "The dead female taxi driver is also about the same age, and she also has a child, who will take the high school entrance examination next year."

"The joys and sorrows of human beings are short and sad." Wan Baoming sighed heavily, then looked at Jiang Yuan, and said, "Jiang Yuan, what do you think? Does Li Tangyi's life have a sense of tragedy like an opera?"

Jiang Yuan has been watching in front of him, but he didn't say anything to Wan Baoming. Now that he was clicked, Jiang Yuan thought about it, and then took a step forward, with his left hand forward, holding it like holding a watermelon, and his right hand towards Forward, a sharp cut, then a hard pull...

Then, Jiang Yuan lowered his head again, moving his left hand and drawing with his right hand.

Finally, Jiang Yuan swung his left hand and threw the watermelon out.

"The process of Li Tangyi's beheading is probably like this." Jiang Yuan analyzed the blood stains earlier and reconstructed the crime scene, but it had no direct effect.

Wan Baoming was dumbfounded.

Jiang Yuandao: "I don't think Li Tangyi is an opera man."

Wan Baoming recalled Jiang Yuan's actions, and his romantic feelings were greatly reduced: "It really doesn't look like it.

"Murder and dismember him, he's dead." Liu Jinghui touched his scalp oil and said calmly, "I don't know how his wife will judge him."

Tang Jia understood Liu Jinghui's words immediately, looked at the screen, and said, "That's right, if Li Tangyi puts all the blame on himself, and then says that his wife tried to dissuade him, then he can get his wife out. "

"It's very difficult, and the prosecution will not accept it. After 11 years, there was no report or surrender in the middle, and the state of husband and wife living together was maintained. The state of the scene did not support it. Killing and dismembering the body was not a simple action. And the decision, if there is an obstacle in the middle, it will be difficult to progress to this point." Wan Baoming said: "Based on my understanding of this kind of case, the female prisoner may be the catalyst."

Tang Jia said: "Li Tangyi should at least give it a try. He's dead anyway."

"He doesn't necessarily think so."

As soon as Liu Jinghui finished speaking, he heard the full-time interrogating police officer in the interrogation room raise his voice and sternly said, "Li Tangyi, don't be obsessed with your obsession. If you are bewitched by others, you still have a chance to die with reprieve. If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it." of."…

"What do you regret? Die a few years later?"

"There is a high probability that the death penalty will be suspended, and the death penalty will not be executed. Do you understand? As long as there is no intentional crime within two years, the sentence can be commuted to life imprisonment. If you perform well during the life sentence, you will be released after another 20 or 18 years. At that time, you will only be in your fifties, and you still have a lot of good years..." The interrogating police officer said very attractively.

Tang Jia pointed to the monitoring screen in front of him in surprise, and said, "He is lying to Li Tangyi."

Wan Baoming: "It's not a pure lie..."

"Cheating is cheating. Isn't cheating during interrogation a basic operation?" Liu Jinghui interrupted Wan Baoming's explanation decisively.

Immediately afterwards, the policemen in the female prisoner's interrogation room also began to use language.

Tang Jia looked at the expressions of the two, and then listened to the answers of the two, and could not help but draw a very natural conclusion: the two are dead!
Jiang Yuan could also come to the same conclusion, and couldn't help showing a gratified expression.

Jiang Yuandao: "The interrogation level of these two people is quite high."

"That's right, the police officers of our detachment are really selected from thousands of thousands of people. Like this Xiaoqiu, we all say that he is the one who can trick earthworms into cutting off half of their bodies and sell them for money. If he is more ruthless, he can still continue. To trick an earthworm into cutting itself vertically."

Jiang Yuan immediately remembered Xiao Qiu, and said: "It is necessary to have such a spirit, I hope he can kill more criminals.

In the somewhat ordinary words, what escaped was a murderous aura.

Wan Baoming couldn't help but read softly: "Ningtai and Jiangyuan are far away, fierce flames are surging."

Jiang Yuan didn't even bat an eye, he always took it as a compliment.

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after lunch.

Jiang Yuan packed up and prepared to go back to Ningtai.

The Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment has already prepared a new case, but both Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui are more willing to go back and take a rest.

keep up with last time
The reason is similar. For the next case, no one knows how long it will take. Before starting, it is still necessary to take a full rest.

As for Liu Jinghui's one-week period, he didn't mention it himself, let alone everyone else.

After tidying up the laptop and other things, Jiang Yuan greeted the police officers in the office, and was about to leave when Yu Wenshu hurried in.

"I'm too busy today, I'm going to be there." Yu Wenshu said, he took Jiang Yuan's arm and said, "Don't go back in a hurry, the victim's family is here to send the silk banner, let's meet and take a picture together."

Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment, and said: "Actually, there is no need to see me, the detachment representative is fine..."

"It's still very necessary. I've already told the family that this case was solved because of you. If you weren't there, who knows how long the 11-year backlog will last." Yu Wenshu couldn't help but say. Pulling Jiang Yuan up, he said, "The family members have just arrived at the Political Office, so don't make people wait."

Having said that, Yu Wenshu said to the other police officers in the backlog case class: "Everyone come too, take a group photo together, the 11-year backlog of homicide cases should be the highlight moment of their careers for anyone. "

The policemen at the scene got up one after another and followed up actively.

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to follow Yu Wenshu, go out and take the elevator to the Political Office.

In the bright and spacious office, the victim's mother was wiping tears, and the father was coaxing his wife with wet eyes.

The victim's husband sat in the middle of the office with a child in a daze.

Boys at the age of junior high school are at the time of rebellion. On the surface, they look a little cool. Sitting next to their father, holding the portrait of their mother on their chest, they look like they don't want to talk to anyone.

After he saw Yu Wenshu and Jiang Yuan entering the room, and heard Jiang Yuan's brief introduction to the case, when it was time to take pictures, the boy looked at the portrait naturally, and tears burst out instantly.

Seeing this, his father's originally tense cheeks instantly collapsed, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

The victim's parents cried in unison.

The police officers who originally had a smile on their faces were all silent. The loss of a mother in childhood, a wife in middle age, and a daughter in old age, the pain of a family is hard for others to understand.

After a long time, the husband was the first to stop talking, and held Jiang Yuan's hand full of sadness, and said after a while: "I thought about thanking you, but now I feel... "..."

With a plop, the man knelt down, his head hit the floor heavily, and he didn't lift it up again. Then, there was a heavy howling cry.

The pain of sudden news, the bewilderment of not knowing the truth, the anger of the real murderer who escaped punishment, the hesitation of family changes, and the bitterness of life cessation, all burst out at this moment.

That cry pierces through everything.