Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 39 Interrogation
"Name?"

"Fangzheng."

"gender?"

"male."

"age?"

"..."

Outside the interrogation room, Zhou Ping looked gloomy, crossed his arms, and watched the situation inside through the single-layer glass.

"Director."

Police officer Lin beside him said in a low voice:
"Judging from the clues we have so far, it can only prove that Fangzheng once appeared at the scene, and there is no direct evidence to prove that he did it."

"Ah."

Zhou Ping nodded slowly.

"But no one else was on the mountain at the time, and Qi Wei and Yuan Xiaolian had a grudge against Fangzheng, especially Yuan Xiaolian was disfigured by him." Officer Lin continued:
"They have the motive to hold Fangzheng hostage for revenge, and it makes sense to be killed."

The logic is very smooth.

But there are also problems.

Fang is the one being held hostage, so how can he kill the other people?And it also includes several professional mercenaries.

He's just a normal guy...

Do not!
Killing six people in a row, how could it be ordinary?
"Fang Jian is Uncle Fangzheng." Officer Lin thought thoughtfully:
"Fang Jian was besieged and killed with cold weapons. The situation at that time was very strange. Maybe... there is some secret hidden in the two of them."

Zhou Ping didn't say a word, he kept paying attention to Fang Zheng's expression.

The interrogators of the Public Security Department are very professional. Observing words and expressions is a basic skill. If a person kills someone, he will definitely show it when confronted with questioning.

Fear, panic, pretending to be calm...

Admiration or grievance, grief and indignation.

Closed unfamiliar environment, meticulous psychological offensive, unbearable mental loss of control is the norm.

And Founder.

His expression didn't change at all from the beginning to the end, neither the anger after being framed nor the panic after being exposed.

This is very abnormal!
"Where were you after six o'clock yesterday?"

"I made an appointment with my friends to have dinner and watch a movie after dinner." Fangzheng said slowly:

"As a result, as soon as I arrived at Dongshi Road, I was held at the gun by a person I didn't know. I didn't know if the gun in his hand was real or not, so I just got into the car just in case."

"Then we arrived at Fengtou Mountain."

"Continue." The interrogator said:
"Go on."

"I was locked in a wooden house by them. It was almost dark at that time, and I sneaked out while they were not paying attention."

"They didn't find out?"

"No."

"Then where?"

"I was afraid of being caught, so I hid at the foot of the mountain and took a nap, and I didn't leave until the afternoon."

"Why didn't you report it to the Sheriff's Department?"

"Too frightened, I forgot."

"Peng!"

The interrogator slammed the table and said angrily:

"Fangzheng, I advise you to tell the truth, how did you kill the person last night? How did you dispose of the body? Where is the murder weapon?"

"I don't understand what you mean." Fangzheng frowned:
"They died?"

"Peng!"

"Don't pretend to be confused. You killed them. You think what you did was perfect? ​​You underestimate modern inspection technology!"

"It seems that he is really dead." Fang said expressionlessly:
"That's great, but I didn't kill it."

"You think we can't settle the case because of your stubborn mouth?" The interrogator snorted coldly:
"It's for your own good to let you confess. Fingerprints, bloodstains, murder weapons and even witnesses at the scene can all be used as evidence to convict."

"It's no use being stubborn."

"Amazing." Fangzheng praised in admiration:
"Then you should be able to catch the murderer quickly."

"You still don't recognize it?"

"I didn't do it, why should I admit it?"

"Now there is evidence to prove that you were at the scene, and Qi Wei and Yuan Xiaolian have vendettas against you. All kinds of evidence show that you are the murderer."

"Heh..." Fangzheng said softly:
"Now the judgment is all about reasoning?"

"We found your fingerprints on the body!"

"This is impossible."

"Why is it impossible?"

"I didn't kill people, even if there were fingerprints, they were on the car."

"With your blood!"

"Officer, everything here is recorded on video. You told me this. If you lie, I can sue you for slander!"

There was silence.

The interrogators even froze.

This is where the problem lies.

No evidence!

A lot of indirect evidence proves that Fangzheng is inseparable, but so far, no direct evidence has been found.

None!

Logically speaking, it shouldn't.

Judging from the traces at the scene, Fengtou Mountain experienced a fight last night, there should be a lot of evidence, and it is not so easy to destroy.

but……

People from the Public Security Department searched, but found nothing.

Fangzheng was very confident about this. In order to clear the evidence, he almost dug the ground three feet, and brought everything he touched to another world.

Even if it wasn't too much to carry, he would even pack the corpse.

Wash up.

Right now, his whole body can be said to be clean, not stained with anything from Fengtou Mountain.

As Police Officer Lin said, he is not professional in dealing with clues, but he is careful enough. As long as things disappear, no one can prove that he has killed someone.

"Yo!"

Outside the interrogation room, a person walked up to Zhou Ping and stood still, raised his eyebrows and said:
"It's a stubble."

"Do you want me to try?"

Several people nearby greeted each other when they saw each other.

"Director He."

"Deputy Director!"

He Jiangdong, one of the two deputy directors of the Public Security Department, was once Zhou Ping's biggest rival in the election for the director, and the rumors have always been not very good.

"No need." Zhou Ping said in a muffled voice.

He knew that He Jiangdong's method was nothing more than a lesson. No one knew whether he was tortured or not, and he always disliked it.

"To deal with this kind of thorn, we should use some means." He Jiangdong patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder:

"It is said that……"

"Is he your junior brother?"

Zhou Ping didn't say anything.

"Good job!" He Jiangdong gave a thumbs up:
"Stay calm in the face of danger, fight back against the trend, and face the interrogation with a calm expression, without revealing the slightest tone, what a young age!"

"There is no evidence yet." Zhou Ping said:

"Don't jump to conclusions."

"Haha..." He Jiangdong laughed loudly:

"Director Zhou, don't lie to yourself, who killed the one who didn't kill him?"

…………

Interrogation continues.

Fangzheng couldn't remember how long it had been, and there was no timing device in this dim room, only endless inquiries.

"During these two months, your bank card has over 3000 million extra money, what can you explain?"

"Jade for sale,"

"Where did you get the jade?"

"My uncle left it to me."

"Your uncle is just an ordinary businessman. He even rents out the shop. How could he leave jade worth tens of millions for you?"

"I don't know, you can ask him."

"Peng!"

"Fangzheng, be honest with me."

"I'm very honest." Fangzheng raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Have you asked this question eight hundred times?"

"I still say that!"

"The uncle kept it!"

"I don't know about the others!"

"I didn't kill people!"

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"No."

Officer Lin shook his head, with a bitter expression on his face:

"I can't ask anything at all."

It has been suffering for more than ten hours in a row, not to mention other people, even he who is outside to assist in contact, has been a little bit unbearable.

"He killed people!"

The interrogators were a little out of breath:
"Ordinary people can't have the same attitude as him when encountering this kind of thing. He just relies on us having no evidence."

"Search mountains!"

"In such a short period of time, he couldn't hide so many things too well. They must be in that corner of Fengtou Mountain. If you find them, you will be able to convict him."

"Without evidence, he didn't do it." Officer Lin shook his head:

"Already searching the mountain, but they say there is little hope, because no footprints have been found in other places except the uphill and downhill."

"What about the 3000 million yuan?"

"Paying more than 800 million yuan in taxes, the tax bureau has nothing to say. Whether or not to pay taxes in the antique trade has always depended on self-consciousness. Fangzheng is enough to save face."

"Close it first." Zhou Ping waved his hand and stopped talking:

"Take a break too."

(End of this chapter)