Criminal Investigation Notes

On the fifth day after the body of Chen Yanqiu was found, Zhang Congyun was taken to the interrogation room of the Nancheng City Bureau.He is also the first suspect in this case.

Song Wen looked at the old man in front of him through the glass window of the observation room. Under the light of the interrogation room, his face was strained, and the wrinkles and furrows on his face were more obvious, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

Today Song Wen asked Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia to inquire first. Compared to him and the gentle-looking Lu Siyu, Fu Linjiang looked more like a police officer recognized by ordinary people. Lao Jia also seemed not so easy to talk because of his age. He hoped Can give the elderly some coercion.

The interrogation did not go smoothly. Since the interrogation started, it has been more than two hours now, and the information provided by the elderly is very limited.Fu Linjiang asked many questions, but he was silent, and when he asked in a hurry, he said that he didn't know.

During the intermission, Lao Jia said when he came out to pour the water: "Team Song, this old man just pretends to be deaf because of his age. I don't know anything if I ask."

Lu Siyu bit his nails and looked at the white record book before him. From morning to now, he hasn't recorded anything of value.

Zhu Xiao knocked on the door and entered the interrogation room: "Team Song, you asked me to check the whereabouts of Zhang Congyun during the time Chen Yanqiu died. Then I found this." He handed Song Wen a piece of printing paper, which reads Zhang Congyun's round-trip ticket to his hometown for Chinese New Year.

Song Wen opened it and took a look. He went back with Zhang Lili and her granddaughter: "Has the information been checked?"

Zhu Xiao nodded and said: "After checking, he was in his hometown during that time. I called my relatives to verify that Zhang Congyun's hometown is in Lizhou. It takes more than ten hours by train to go back and forth. He can confirm that time. Never left."

Chen Yanqiu's body turned into a muck, and the police can only draw an approximate time zone based on the results of Lin Xiuran's autopsy and the results of Fu Linjiang's visit to the hotel owner, proving that he was killed during this time.

Now, Zhang Congyun's travel information covers this period of time.This discovery means that Zhang Congyun has sufficient alibi to prove that he was not the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, or at least not the direct murderer.

Lao Jia also came over and looked at the information: "I didn't think about one thing clearly. Since he is not the murderer and has sufficient alibi, why did we interrogate him for so long and he didn't say it himself? This is not a waste of each other. Time?"

Lu Siyu thought for a while and looked at Zhang Congyun, who bowed his head in the interrogation room and said, "He doesn't need this to defend himself, probably because he doesn't know the exact time of Chen Yanqiu's death."

Old Jia said: "So, is this old man really a murderer?"

"I checked their information. Zhang Congyun once had a deceased son, and Chen Yanqiu also lost his father in his early years. Maybe the two of them developed empathy during the delicate communication process." Lu Siyu spoke and fiddled with the pen in his hand. He whispered softly, "We can question the strangeness of this relationship and think his behavior is suspicious, but if there is no direct evidence, we can't say anything from a legal or professional perspective."

Zhu Xiao asked: "In other words, if the communication process between Zhang Congyun and Chen Yanqiu is not directly related to Chen Yanqiu's death, even if Zhang Congyun has any doubts, we can't detain him for too long?"

Song Wen nodded, "If Zhang Congyun was not the murderer, detaining for a few hours would be the limit." Having said that, he frowned slightly and said, "I still have something to understand. Why did he lie before?"

From the bottom of his mind, Song Wen didn't want to let Zhang Congyun go easily. He always felt that this person still had unexplainable doubts.

As a person involved in a case, the witness testimony is often mixed with lies, and distinguishing lies is also one of their daily tasks.

But people always lie for a reason.

Some people are timid, afraid of things, have been told, or threatened.They may not be involved in the matter. They think that there will be no harm if they say nothing or panic. Some people lie to hide information, protect family members, protect relatives, or have other purposes; one more This situation is the most annoying, but it's also very common. Those people just don't tell you for nothing.It seems that if it brings trouble to other people's work, they can get pleasure.They are purely hateful of the police, with hatred, and do not want the case to be solved.

What kind of situation does Zhang Congyun belong to?What are his concerns, why he concealed the truth?

Song Wen thought for a while, stood up and stopped the old Jia who was about to return to the interrogation room, "I'll ask it myself this time."

Lao Jia nodded and was happy, so Song Wen took the hot potato, turned around, and opened the door of the interrogation room.

Zhang Congyun saw him coming in and looked up at him.The interrogation room was quiet for a while, only the hum of the exhaust fan was heard.

"I know you may not be the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, but..." Song Wen put a pile of surveillance photos taken from near Ruyi Hotel on the table: "There are personal and physical evidence, you still want to say, you don't Do you know Chen Yanqiu?"

Zhang Congyun sat there quietly, looked down at a few photos on the table, and finally said: "The previous photos are not very clear. I am old and have a bad memory. I forgot."

The light of the interrogation room shone from the top surface, his eyelids drooped, and a shadow was plated on the lower edge of his eyes.He is not as grumpy as he was at home, but he can still tell from his words that he is unwilling to cooperate.

Song Wen sat next to Fu Linjiang, "We are only investigating the cause of Chen Yanqiu's death. You are someone who had been in contact with him before his death, and someone who knew that he was still alive. If you are not a murderer, I hope you can provide it to us. Related clues. Let us be able to solve this case." The opening was frank enough, and Song Wen showed up almost all the cards. He paused and asked, "When did you know him?"

This time, Zhang Congyun was silent for a moment and replied, "It was after the car accident."

In the observation room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Siyu finally started recording. As long as Zhang Congyun is willing to cooperate, he can ask for some information.

"...Did he approach you as Zhang Rui?"

"No." Zhang Congyun shook his head and denied this. "I know he was related to my wife's car accident. I also know that he was not the one who killed my wife."

"How did you know?"

"He told me." Zhang Congyun's voice was calm and hoarse, as if without emotion, "After my wife died, one day, I suddenly received a call. The person on the phone said that he could tell me I The hidden information about the wife's car accident. I went, and this person appeared." Zhang Congyun said here, pointing to the photo on the desktop, "Then I saw the young man and he told me the whole car accident. He He was in a group and received this task. He didn't expect that things would develop like this."

"Then what?" Song Wen asked.

"In the beginning I hated him, and I wished to beat him up or kill him. Because of his existence, the real murderer who killed my wife was not punished. I don't know now, which bastard killed him. My wife’s death shouldn’t be a way for him to make money.” Zhang Congyun said here, leaning back in his chair, “He said he was willing to pay me compensation, but I didn’t want it. I asked him if the murderer was Who. But he, like me, didn’t know much about the whole thing. Then he fainted by himself before I beat him. I couldn’t help but took him to a nearby clinic."

"So, you just do, forgive him?"

Zhang Congyun looked down at his hand: "I know he is very ill. It will happen sooner or later. What can I do? My wife is dead, and I have been compensated. I can't be in that car accident forever. Here, I still have my own life."

Fu Linjiang asked: "Why didn't you call the police after knowing that someone had committed the crime?"

"How do you know I haven't been there?" Zhang Congyun looked at Fu Linjiang and said with a sneer, "I went to the Transportation Bureau and said that there was a problem with the car accident. You know what the people over there are asking me." He paused. After a while, they continued, "They didn't ask me where I knew it or what evidence I had, but instead asked me if the compensation was not enough."

This result is really chilling.

Song Wen continued to ask: "You took Chen Yanqiu to the clinic for treatment. It seems that you have gone to the clinic more than once."

"The second time it was because he fell ill in a small hotel and felt that he was going to die. He called me and asked me to forgive him before he died, otherwise he would not feel at ease when he died. I feel a little sympathetic to him, for He didn't even know about the topping of the bag at first, and... he is still a child, a little younger than my daughter. I can never die."

"Where did the model of your South City Tower come from?"

Zhang Congyun raised his head and looked at Song Wen: "Police officer, I know what you are thinking. We are not so close. After I bought him medicine, I saw that he finally recovered. I told him that day that my wife will die. Without climbing to the South City Tower, I refused his financial compensation, so he wanted to buy one to pay me." At this point, Zhang Congyun's eyes finally moved, "In fact, until yesterday, when you were looking for me, I was only Know that he is dead. His death has nothing to do with me."

Song Wen asked: "The last time we went to your house, why did you lie to us?"

"Because I don't want to let these things disrupt my life. Besides, I'm a little scared..."

Song Wen asked: "What are you afraid of?"

"A person you know, someone who has spoken and ate dinner together, suddenly someone tells you that he is dead, and he died unclearly, and he doesn't know who killed him. Isn't this scary? People's instinctive reaction will say that this matter has nothing to do with them, right?" Zhang Congyun raised his head and looked at them, "Moreover, you policemen. Shouldn't you find out who killed my wife first?"

Song Wen looked at him directly and said: "When the case comes to my hands, it will be investigated. I will check your wife's death and Chen Yanqiu's death clearly and clearly."

"Heh." The old man looked at them, seemingly disbelieving Song Wen's words, and let out a sneer.Song Wen did not speak, but he understood his frustration. The case happened half a year ago. At that time, he might have hoped that the police could give him an answer.

"Is it true what you are saying now?" Fu Linjiang did not believe him.

Zhang Congyun raised his head slightly: "Is my answer dissatisfied with you? You can torture me and let me admit that I was the murderer."

"What else do you know?" Fu Linjiang continued to ask.

"My story is over. I really don't know anything about the rest." Zhang Congyun closed his eyes and opened them again after a while, "Can you tell me how he... died? "

Song Wen hesitated and told him: "At the end of last year, just before the Spring Festival, he was stabbed in the chest with a knife and was found in a chemical factory after his death."

Zhang Congyun nodded and did not ask anything more.

After being detained for six hours, Zhang Congyun signed and was allowed to leave.

Lu Siyu sent him out.It is summer, and during the day, he is wearing a shirt and trousers.After exiting the city bureau door, Zhang Congyun walked all the way to the opposite bus station, and then sat down, his back buckled, his body curled up, and the wind blew his hair with more silver wires than black hair. Only then did he People really feel that he is just an old man with a dead wife.

Across the traffic, Zhang Congyun raised his head to look at Lu Siyu who had sent him out, and the two eyes intersected for a second.At that moment, his eyes were full of vicissitudes and fatigue, but after that, there was a kind of stubbornness and sharp as a sword.

Lu Siyu wanted to see more clearly, but his sight was blocked by a few cars. When those cars left, the platform on the opposite side was empty.

At the same time, in the Nancheng City Bureau, Song Wen just sorted out his things and came out of the observation room in the interrogation room. Zhu Xiao walked over and said, "Team Song, I just saw that the transfer list on Team Xu seems to be named Lu Siyu. It's written..."

Xu Changying couldn't get around anyhow, Song Wen got up and said, "You continue to investigate the case, I will go to the task force to communicate."