I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 254

The filming of the crew continued as scheduled. Jiang Hanwen ignored the actions of the Jiangcheng Police Station. The script was good and he didn't want to waste it.

As for that kind-hearted man, the wealthy man in Jiangcheng, Jiang Hanwen did not think he had a chance of survival.

It is very difficult for a person to kill another person. No matter how hard he tries to cover it up, there will always be a flaw.

But if the number increases to more than a dozen, many problems will be solved.

For example, as for witnesses, no matter how powerful the police are, how can they overturn the alibis of more than a dozen people at the same time?

Of course, it is impossible that more than a dozen people are the murderer. After all, only a few people are capable of killing. But the murderer does not need others to do it. He only needs them to say a word to prove his alibi, or just remain silent. That is enough.

Director Li was sitting in the case handling hall. The hall was empty except for Lao Cao and two police officers on duty. The rest had all gone into the interrogation area to participate in the interrogation.

He looked up at the clock on the wall, watching the time pass by.

There are more than a dozen separate small screens on the big screen, each of which shows the picture of an interrogation room.

There are men and women in the picture, all of them are middle-aged people between 40 and 50 years old. They all look like pampered people, and many of them are very arrogant.

Li Youfu turned his head and glanced at Lao Cao next to him.

He saw the same emotion in the other's eyes.

regret.

They detained and interrogated so many people at the same time, as many as thirteen, without any actual evidence and without being completely sure.

There are many prominent figures in Jiangcheng among them, and some of them have close relationships with their superiors.

Director Li originally thought that none of these people had ever been to a police station, not to mention that there were several female comrades among them. Once they entered the interrogation room and sat on the chairs, not to mention that Sanmu could do whatever he wanted, just go through the normal interrogation procedures, and there would be no doubt that some of them would be able to confess.

But what happened? A day passed and nothing happened.

None of these people spoke, and their testimonies were surprisingly consistent. They insisted that they had eaten at the restaurant where Wu worked that day. The restaurant owner and waiters could all testify to this. If they were really suspicious, and the store's surveillance footage had not been deleted, they could just pull it out and investigate further.

The amount of white hair on Lao Cao's head seemed to have doubled in just a few days, and he was on the verge of losing his temper.

If this job had been done twenty or ten years ago, Lao Cao was confident that he had many ways to make those people give in.

But what about now? They can’t be beaten or scolded, or tortured. Not only that, but they have to be treated like ancestors. If their waists hurt, they can stand up and walk around. If they are thirsty, someone will pour them water. When they eat, they order the dishes and they are delivered directly to them.

Who can get anything out of this kind of interrogation?

As Lao Cao stood up and walked towards the interrogation area, he was grabbed by Director Li.

"Lao Cao, we are now a joke. The prophet has given us the standard answers, but in the end, we can't get anything out of him. If you go in and turn off the surveillance now, no matter what the disciplinary personnel do, you will not be able to get past me."

If you can't push the case forward, you can think of other ways. If you force your way through and something goes wrong, you won't be the only one to suffer, so don't implicate the younger ones.

Lao Cao was not completely drunk after all. After hearing this, he sat back in his seat obediently.

He looked at the clock on the wall. There was little time left. It was obvious that this interrogation was in vain.

These people are not ordinary people. Not only do they all have lawyers, many of them have also informed their superiors, so it is difficult to let them stay in the interrogation room for even one more minute.

"Old Li, I really can't understand. These people are all well-known figures, how could they do such a thing as kidnapping and murder? Even if only a few of them did it, why should others cover up for them? I don't understand!" Old Cao walked around the room holding a cup. He had no doubt about Jiang Hanwen's script, even though the other party repeatedly emphasized that the case was purely coincidental and the script he wrote was the same.

But no one believes this. The unconditional trust in prophets within the police system has become a kind of ideological stamp.

Even Lao Cao, a veteran detective with decades of experience, didn't have the slightest doubt.

But the problem is that he really can't figure it out.

Why would thirteen people at the table protect the murderer? The vast majority of them certainly did not participate in the murder.

But why don't you come forward and identify the murderer???

So many questions lingered in Lao Cao's mind, like a fire burning in his chest.

"Old Li! Can we ask Director Jiang to help us with the interrogation? I believe that with his help, there will be progress."

"Didn't you hear it? Director Jiang made it very clear that they are here to film a movie, not to investigate a case. Giving us the script is already a great honor. Go to the police stations and ask them if they have ever brought out a script when investigating a case."

"What should we do? We can't just call them over next time after we release the people inside. They may not be willing to cooperate then."

Li Youfu shook his head. There was no point in saying more now. When the time came, he had to release the person.

Jiang Hanwen gave clues and even answers to the case.

But they were just one step away from solving the case, but they couldn't make any breakthrough no matter what.

Li Youfu looked at the crumpled script in his hand and couldn't understand it at all.

Just because of jealousy, one can murder his classmates and friends? This story is not just outrageous, it is outrageous.

He glanced at Lao Cao, who was like an ant on hot pan, thought about it from his perspective, and still shook his head silently.

Such a motive for murder is indeed difficult to understand.

"Are all of these people Liu Mingyuan's classmates?"

Chief Li's eyes scanned every person on the screen, as if looking for a suspect with strange behavior.

Lao Cao spoke up immediately, and it was obvious that he had done an extremely thorough investigation.

"Yes, they are all Liu Mingyuan's classmates, including high school classmates, and a few who went to school together in elementary and junior high school. Basically, they are all very close friends. This is consistent with Liu Mingyuan's call records and the messages he sent in the class group."

"And Liu Mingyuan's wife also said that her husband has a very good relationship with his classmates. Every time his classmates come to Jiangcheng, Liu Mingyuan will spend a lot of effort to entertain them, and the proper etiquette and friendship between classmates are indispensable."

"His wife doesn't believe that this case was committed by a classmate at all. She insists that this case is a kidnapping. Now the kidnappers are unwilling to make demands. It is very likely that they were shocked by the publicity all over the city. It is too risky to take action at this time."

"She scoffed at the idea that her classmates had committed the crime. That night, Liu Mingyuan took out the most expensive and oldest wine in his home, just to let everyone taste the good wine at the class reunion."

"His wife's original words were, 'Our family treats classmates and friends with all our hearts and souls, and it is impossible for anyone to harm him.'"

After Lao Cao finished speaking, the clock on the wall finally rang.

There are fewer and fewer people on the screen, until finally there is none left.

(End of this chapter)