Breaking Through the Clouds: 19.Chapter 19

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"You used a fake Adelaide to lure students into taking drugs, and you extracted a lot of fingerprints from the drug making equipment found on the roof of your rental house. People got stolen goods. What else is there to say?!"

"I don't know what police officer you are talking about. Those things are all scraps I picked up. I don't know what kind of drug making equipment is."

"Don't be stubbornly resisting, honestly explain that you can still fight for lenient treatment, no one can save you if you talk hard!"

"Haha, police officer, are you trying to use me to charge for the end of the season performance? Drug trafficking is a capital offense. Are you trying to trick me into confession?"

……

Outside the one-sided glass of the interrogation room, Yan Xiu wore a Bluetooth headset and turned his back to the interrogation scene behind him.

He unwrapped the bandage on his hand in the rustling water, and stretched his fleshy fingers under the faucet. The coagulated blood immediately turned into red water and ran away along the fingertips.

The cold sting like thousands of fine needles pierced into the bone marrow, but he didn't seem to feel any, and he didn't even move his eyebrows. He listened attentively to the conversation from the earphones:

"If you frankly confessed to your accomplices in the back seat of the car on the night of the 502 case and provided important clues to our police's handling of the case, the court may not necessarily give a lighter sentence!"

"What accomplice? It was a hitchhiker, I don't even know it."

"Then you now tell me whether the rider is a male or female, how old is it, what physical characteristics, and what form of payment?"

"Forget it, I can't remember anything."

……

"Fuck, this dead duck's mouth is really hard." Ma Xiang said angrily: "It has been more than eight hours since the fatigued interrogation from last night to now. I don't know or he forgot, I really want to—"

Yan Xi didn't lift his eyelids: "What do you want to do?

Ma Xiang swallowed and saw that there was only one outsider in the room, Qin Chuan, he surreptitiously winked at Yan Xiu: "I asked the intern to cut off the monitoring, Brother Yan, let's take some tricks?"

Qin Chuan looked up in the glass reflection and smiled: "Oh, I didn't hear anything."

"Means," Yan Xiu snorted, wiped his hands slowly with a white towel, and asked, "What means?"

"Tsk, use a pillow to hit the stomach! The back handcuffs and the back of the chair are empty for the night! I heard that I can't see any scars, so I guarantee that he will only be in one night..."

Yan Xiu interrupted him: "This is called a means?"

Ma Xiang blinked his big innocent eyes.

"Let me tell you what means means." Yan Xiu said, "I cut my hair up and mixed it with milk tea to force him to drink it. The high light on the eyes made him stay up for three days, and the burned needles were put under the armpits. Knee Riza, I can’t see that the wound is still tormenting. If this is not enough, use two large wattage light bulbs to bake his left and right temples at the same time, or use Yankee's means to deal with the base members and press down the suspect directly. Sheung Shui Punishment was once implemented in this way, and later..."

Ma Xiang's entire facial muscles were already stiff, and he trembled after a long while: "... Later...?"

Yan Xi slapped his hand and slapped him angrily, "Later, in October 1949, New China was established! Stupid!"

Qin Chuan burst into unbridled laughter.

"It's okay to stop using those garbage public accounts!" Yan Xiu scolded at the shivering Ma Xiang: "This is not a police station in Jiao Jiao Yang, but a sub-provincial public security bureau. How many eyes are staring. Do you think you don’t know anything if you stop monitoring others? A joke!"

Ma Xiang felt very wronged, "Then he won't explain what to do if he is killed..."

"Let’s not say whether the confession forced by the above means can be accepted, it is said that Hu Weisheng is really innocent in the case of one in ten million. He really picked up the drug making tools to sell waste products, and killed Feng Yuguang. There is someone-how many years later the unjust case is turned out, will you pay him or I will pay him?"

Ma Xiang didn't dare to talk back, he just hummed angrily: "...I got the confession within an hour, anyway, I am not the one who issued the military order to Wei Ju..."

Yan Xi just opened his mouth to curse, and suddenly the door was pushed open. Gou Li rushed in with a dexterity that was not commensurate with his tonnage, raising the kraft paper bag in his hand: "Come on! Hurry up! Prepare the magic weapon you want. Alright!"

Yan Xiu immediately took it and swept his eyes into the paper bag.

Ma Xiang curiously asked: "Magic weapon?"

Ma Xiang craned his neck, even Qin Chuan couldn't help but look over here, but Yan Xi pushed back one by one, grabbed the paper bag, and gave Gouli a thumbs up: "Okay. I go, I don’t think there is a problem with this wave-then someone will open the door and let me in."

Gou Li said modestly: "It's easy to say Lao Wei."

Yan Xiu: "..."

Qin Chuan patted Yan Xiu on the shoulder: "Quickly go in, Old Wei."

Yan Xiu: "You..."

Ma Xiang: "I'm optimistic about you, Brother Wei."

Yan Xiu was furious: "You are Viagra!"

The door clicked and Hu Weisheng raised his head, revealing bloodshot eyes.

The interrogating policeman got up and called for Brother Yan, Yan Xi waved his hand to signal them to go out, then pulled open the folding chair behind the iron table, sat down, and threw a cigarette on the table:

"Pick it."

Hu Weisheng moved, but didn't answer, and said with a hoarse smile: "Why police officer, is the guilty singer here?"

Hu Weisheng has entered the palace several times and may be more familiar with these interrogation techniques than ordinary policemen. Yan Xiu knew that enough of his tongue had been wasted, so he stopped making false claims and said straightforwardly: "My name is Yan, the deputy head of the criminal investigation detachment of the city bureau, and the work of the detachment is under my control."

Hu Weisheng narrowed his eyes.

This person is only in his forties, but he has a lot of wrinkles early, and every wrinkle hides ignorant cunning and fierceness.

"Smoke, don't be nervous." Yan Xi said he smacked a cigarette, took a deep breath, and let out a relaxed breath: "It's not to hurt you, such a big city council, even if you want to give it to you No one dares to take drugs, don't worry."

Yan Xiu's voice is deep and tough, with a strong masculine scent, but he is born with a casual taste, as if he doesn't care much about anything.

Hu Weisheng's muddy eyes flickered a few times. Although hesitated, he finally picked up the cigarette, lit his trembling hands, and took a big mouthful intoxicated.

"Good smoke," he murmured, "Do you guys who eat public meals smoke such good cigarettes?"

Yan Xi screamed: "Just relying on the police's salary, I should starve to death the next day after I get paid."

——This is too misleading. Hu Weisheng thought he was really suggesting something. I didn’t expect that the police would dare to say this kind of thing unscrupulously in the interrogation room, where there is surveillance and video recording. accident.

Yan Xiu didn't explain, he laughed.

"As for you, you also know that you cannot be acquitted. It is nothing more than a suspended death or a gun shooting issue. To be honest, Feng Yuguang died after taking the medicine you sold, and now the main responsibility lies with you and you Two accomplices-as long as you honestly take the confession as I said, I guarantee that you will be able to smoke such a good cigarette every day in jail for the rest of your life; but if you continue to shield your accomplices, I can only send you to the execution ground with my own hands. ."

"What accomplice? I said it would be a hitchhiker!" Hu Weisheng said hard.

Yan Xiu held the cigarette and said, "Don't be stubborn, we have already caught people."

Hu Weisheng was taken aback.

"——You must want to ask, why did we catch him, but we still want to try you?"

"..."

Yan Xi sighed and seemed a little sympathetic: "Because it's useless to interrogate him, he doesn't speak anymore, just take a look."

Yan Xi took out a photo from the kraft paper bag and threw it lightly. Hu Weisheng lowered his head, his pupils tightened instantly, and he blurted out: "How is it possible?!"

——It was taken by a forensic doctor at the scene of a corpse dumping on the highway. It was crushed countless times, and the corpse was completely invisible!

"Fuck," Ma Xiang behind the single-sided glass slapped his face: "Brother Yan is a brilliant trick!"

"Impossible! This is not...you, you...!"

The handcuffs and iron chains banged, Hu Weisheng's face flushed, and his struggling force made him almost get out of the iron chair. The detectives from outside were about to rush in, but Yan Xiu covered the photo with his backhand while looking in his eyes. Stopped the actions of his men.

"Who is this? I don't even know!" Hu Weisheng calmed down strangely, and shouted: "I...never saw this person at all! You police casually looked for traffic accident pictures to intimidate and confess, I want to sue You guys!"

Ma Xiang said: "Fuck, this grandson is quite clever, what should I do?"

"Don't panic," Qin Chuan folded his arms, a strange light gleamed behind the lens: "Your brother Yan still has a trick."

"Intimidate you? No need." Yan Xiu smiled and said: "Guess who killed him?"

"..." Hu Weisheng's chest rises and falls, like an old fox with extreme vigilance.

Yan Xi gently leaned back on the back of the chair, his jaw slightly lifted, and his legs separated naturally. He knows that this posture makes him look very comfortable and stretched. What this posture conveys to the outside world is a trace of invisible aura and overwhelming and invulnerable confidence.

——This is what he learned from Jiang Ting.

The only difference is that Jiang Ting has the confidence to support his casual attitude, which is the psychological advantage formed by information asymmetry. Yan Xi knew that he did not, but he had to make Hu Weisheng feel that he did.

"Quiet the mouth..." Hu Weisheng subconsciously said.

"Yes," Yan Xiu said, "Although there is a lack of evidence, the police have preliminarily determined that the murderer's purpose is related to it."

Hu Weisheng's gaze couldn't help but looked at Yan Xiu's hand that stretched into the kraft paper bag. In the next second, he saw Yan Xiu slowly pulling out a bag of evidence sealed with a light blue powder.

"What is that, drugs?" Ma Xiangqi said: "Isn't the physical evidence already taken away by criminals at gunpoint?"

Gou Li stood in the wind, his face solemn: "Copper hydroxide."

Ma Xiang: "..."

Qin Chuan raised his forehead and said: "You are also wicked..."

"You hid this bag of drugs carefully on the roof of the building. It should be more than just to watch out for the police." Yan Xiu lifted the material evidence bag under Hu Weisheng's steadfast gaze, shook it, his tone was slow and flat: "Old Hu , Do you think that the police did not catch you for a drug trafficking agent, they could kill another crime like they did in Gongzhou back then? If I were you, I would rather Ma Liu confess all my accomplices and sentence him to life in jail. Li Shu stayed comfortably for twenty years. It’s better than just walking out of the door of the detention center when twenty or thirty trucks lined up and crashed into meat sauce. What do you think?"

Hu Weisheng stiffened as soon as the bag of key evidence appeared, and his face became extremely pale.

The cigarette burned quietly, and the burning cigarette **** fell lightly on his hand.

If the victory or defeat just now barely counted as five or five points, Yan Xiu knew at this time that he had the absolute upper hand.

But not enough.

To completely destroy a person’s psychological defenses, threats are not enough. The law is the final bottom line of morality. People who can commit crimes and crimes are mentally different from ordinary people. Simple intimidation may be temporarily effective, but once the other party recollects it, they will become more desperate and more "skinned."

Yan Xi slowly leaned forward and stared at Hu Weisheng's pupils.

"Our police are also very tiring to handle cases. Your case is rushed, but there is no real benefit. It is unwilling to put any branch to handle it." Yan Xi paused, staring at every change in Hu Weisheng's expression. , Said softly: "Fortunately, your accomplice is dead. It’s easier for a dead person to do it than a living person. If you are more acquainted, record your confession obediently. Don’t let me teach it. You know how to record it. ."

Qin Chuan knocked on the glass of the interrogation room with his index finger knuckles, and whispered to Ma Xiang, "Go to the monitoring room and tell the technology that it's me, let them pinch this video."

Ma Xiang lowered his voice and asked: "Why? Everyone knows that Brother Yan is just playing psychological tactics with him..."

Qin Chuan interrupted him with a sharp look: "Do as I say!."

Ma Xiang immediately raised his head and chest: "Yes!"

Hu Weisheng's eyes dodge violently, and he can see his extremely complex psychological struggle at the moment from his sitting posture. But Yan Xiu didn't push anymore. On the contrary, he leaned back again and pulled a distance away, just like an experienced and cold hunter.

"I don't believe..." Hu Weisheng's lips trembled slightly, and he said: "You guys are ruining me, the police want to ruin me..."

"It doesn't matter if you refuse to cooperate obediently. You still remember the case of Liu Xue?"

Hu Weisheng's face changed: "You want to--"

Yan Xiu said: "Liu Xue is in my hands."

Yan Xiu is like a veteran holding a hunting|gun close to a trap, looking down from a height to his nowhere to escape, a little bit desperate, but still struggling to die.

"What do you want? That little girl's case has been settled." Hu Weisheng finally squeezed out the words from his chapped lips, his voice was slightly unstable: "Yes, I'm a foolish man, but I follow The Gongzhou police made it clear, and I have already paid the price in jail! What else do you want? Ah? Is your public wrongdoing so casually in handling cases?!"

"—It's settled." Yan Xi smiled and teased: "Can't I turn over the settled case?"

If Yan Xi didn't work as a policeman, with the good face his mother gave, he would invest in any money in his family. It would be no problem to be a singer or an actor. But it’s hard for him to become popular. The main reason is that he is too aggressive from his looks to his aura. Even when he is smiling, he looks like a wolf who is lazily licking his paws after drinking blood. Unable to love it.

Hu Weisheng no longer smokes, his chest is constantly rising and falling, and the moist forehead is bursting with blue veins. Yan Xiu's experience in handling cases can even predict his current heartbeat from his breathing rate.

"What crimes I committed, I told the police in Gongzhou, you don't want to threaten me. I'm innocent, I don't know anything, the host police can prove that I didn't really **** the little girl... "

Yan Xiu said: "Hosting the police? Does it mean Jiang Ting?"

Hu Weisheng's expression was as if his forehead was held by the barrel of a gun.

"Jiang stopped dead." Yan Xiu seemed to feel very happy, the arc of his mouth slowly widened. He knocked on the scene picture on the desktop with his **** knuckles, and banged softly, as if he had shot the last deadly bullet at the prey:

"——It's so dead. I've been run over more than 20 times on the highway."

"Who is Jiang Ting, who did Brother Yan say he was killed?" Ma Xiang stared at the interrogation room closely, and asked, "Who is Liu Xue? Brother Yan is exposing this surname Hu. Previous case?"

Qin Chuan looked a little strange, but did not answer.

"My little horse," Gou Li patted Ma Xiang on the shoulder, and sighed: "Or don't you go to the forensic department, come to the forensic doctor, it's good..."

The temperature in the interrogation room was not high, but Hu Weisheng's sweat kept falling, and his back was soaked in a short while.

Yan Xi thoughtfully passed the cigarette and lighter, and asked: "One more?"

Hu Weisheng stared at the smoke for a long time, like a follower staring at the only straw in front of him. After an unknown period of time, he finally moved, as if he had made a certain decision in the extreme chaos, and raised his hand to take the cigarette.

The flames rose up, and Hu Weisheng let out a long puff of smoke.

"...If the Gongzhou case is uncovered again, I have to be killed in the detention center," Hu Weisheng made a vague laughter in his throat, and could not tell whether it was bitter or ironic.

"I do things, I’m actually kind. The little girl is like that. I didn’t bother her, and I sent her to the clinic—I want me to throw her away and bury her, whichever **** can catch. Me?"

The last few words of these words reveal a deep sense of stupidity and arrogance, but if Yan Xiu didn't hear it, he even praised: "This is the truth."

"Hey," Hu Weisheng laughed again: "Officer Yan, it's strange that your official is bigger than Jiang, you are really more exquisite than him."

Yan Xi didn't tell him that Jiang Ting finally became the leader of the detachment: "Oh, how do you say it?"

"Jiang’s method of playing is like a woman, and vicious. He doesn’t beat you or scold you, he likes to torture people with low and high temperatures—he destroys the air-conditioning compressor in the winter. The refrigerant is pumped out, the exchange tube freezes, the air outlet sprays ice ball on you, and people are sprayed on the interrogation chair so that they can't breathe... Every time I see him interrogate, no matter how hard the prisoners are Afraid."

"If you are willing to say anything, he will be in a better mood, and he will lose your bones and chew like a dog. When the mood is bad, it can be tricky. It is also like a dog, how he wants to do it. How to do it." Hu Weisheng raised his head and glanced at the air conditioner, squinted his eyes, and suddenly asked: "He is dead? Is there a photo?"

Yan Xi did not answer this question, but instead asked: "You can be convicted of rape|The attempted **** was because Jiang stopped vigorously. He was helping you, so why bother to torture you?"

Hu Weisheng blurted out: "Fart! He is the one who wants me to take a gun! If it wasn't for his brother--"

Then Hu Weisheng seemed to suddenly realize something, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"His brother?" Yan Xiu's eyelids twitched slightly: "Jiang Ting has a brother?"