Interrogation room.

Han Bin and Zhao Ming were in charge of the interrogation, and Wang Zijia sat in the interrogation chair with his head down.

"Look up. Han Bin said.

Wang Zijia slowly raised his head, glanced at Han Bin, and then looked at Zhao Ming: "Two police officers, when can you let me out?"

"What's the hurry, this person who eats and stays, just stay steadfast when you come in. Zhao Ming snorted.

"Tomorrow Monday, I still have to go to work, besides, I have hands and feet, and I don't want to take advantage of the country. ”

"Yo, your consciousness is quite high. Zhao Ming said with a smile.

"Hey, I know you look down on me, but star orientation is innate, I was born with such genes, I also want to like women, marry a wife, start a family, have a child, and live a harmonious life as a family, but what I like is men......" Wang Zijia's voice was a little choked.

"We understand, we don't mean to look down on you. Han Bin said.

"No, you don't understand, take Fan Zhenye as an example, he also likes men, but he still married a wife, and he also tried to change, wanting to make himself like women, but ...... No, he can't do it, it will only make the two people more miserable, and the contradictions between their husbands and wives are getting deeper and deeper. Wang Zijia said earnestly.

"Are you trying to tell me that Cai Xiuyan is the murderer of Fan Zhenye?" Han Bin asked rhetorically.

"I don't know, I'm just talking about things. Wang Zijia lowered his head.

"Wang Zijia, have you ever been to the roof of Unit 1 of Building 37 in Jing'an Hutong?" asked Han Bin.

Wang Zijia's body trembled, and he said in a low voice: "No." ”

Han Bin got up, picked up a few photos from the table, walked to the interrogation chair, and put one of the photos in front of Wang Zijia: "We found the murder weapon and bloody clothes on the roof of Unit 1 of Building 37, and after inspection, the blood stains on it were the deceased. ”

"What does this have to do with me?" Wang Zijia twisted his head to the side.

"We found your fingerprints. ”

"No way. Wang Zijia glanced at the photo and said firmly: "It is absolutely impossible." ”

"Wang Zijia, we have found enough evidence to prove that you are the murderer who killed Fan Zhenye. Han Bin said sharply.

"I don't, this dagger and the bloody coat have nothing to do with me. Wang Zijia argued.

"You know better than me how the dagger came about, as for this dress, we checked your phone, you bought the same style of clothes and hats on a shopping website. ”

"So what, this dress sells at least hundreds of pieces, I bought it with my own money, I'm happy, it's also against the law. Wang Zijia snorted.

"I made a transcript before, I asked you clearly, have you ever seen this dress, I remember very clearly, you didn't answer at the time, why did you lie?" Han Bin asked rhetorically.

Wang Zijia bit his lip: "Maybe I'm mistaken." ”

"It's been less than ten days since you bought it, do you think the judge will believe your words?" Han Bin said coldly.

Wang Zijia was silent.

Han Bin changed the subject: "At nine o'clock in the evening on October 27th, where are you?"

Wang Zijia bowed his head and said, "I can't remember." ”

"I guessed you would say that, but the previous transcripts were recorded, the first time you forged an alibi, the second time you said you were at home, but we sent police officers to check, and you were not at home at all on the night of October 27th. Han Bin took out two more photos and put them in front of Wang Zijia:

"At four o'clock in the afternoon of October 27, you left your home and drove to the Tangu community, and then you changed into a woman's clothes, took a taxi to Jing'an Hutong, committed a crime and killed Fan Zhenye at nine o'clock in the evening, returned to the Tangu community again at 11 o'clock in the evening, and drove back home the next morning. ”

Wang Zijia's face became more and more ugly: "This is all your speculation, not the truth." ”

"This photo is a photo of you taking the elevator down the garage; this is a photo of your car driving to the Tangu community; your whereabouts have been completely explored by our police, and it is useless for you to quibble. Han Bin said sharply.

Wang Zijia glanced at Han Bin, lowered his head again, and muttered for a long time: "I'm sorry, I lied, I was indeed not at home that day, I drove to Tangu Community, but that's all, I haven't been to Jing'an Hutong." ”

"Never been there?" Han Bin asked rhetorically.

"Yes, never. Wang Zijia said firmly.

Han Bin smiled: "Don't be too confident, overconfidence is called conceit." ”

"I'm telling the truth, I haven't been, how can you make me admit it. Wang Zijia raised his head and looked at Han Bin opposite.

"We were really on the scene and found your fingerprints. Han Bin said.

The corners of Wang Zijia's mouth rose slightly.

"I didn't lie to you, I really found your fingerprints. Han Bin repeated.

"Impossible!" Wang Zijia bit every word very clearly.

"The dagger is very clean, and after committing the crime, you should have wiped the fingerprints on the dagger, but that doesn't mean you haven't touched anything else. Han Bin said.

Wang Zijia swallowed: "What's the matter." ”

"You hid your bloody clothes and dagger on the roof, locked the door to the roof with a padlock, and left your fingerprints on the lock. Han Bin took out another photo and put it on the interrogation chair:

"This shows that not only have you been to Jing'an Hutong, but you have also locked your bloody clothes and dagger on the roof of the building, and no one else can reach them except you. ”

Wang Zijia's forehead was covered with sweat, and he muttered, "I was wronged." ”

"Fingerprints on the lock, how do you explain it?"

"I don't know, I was wronged. ”

"If you just found your fingerprints and you said that you were wronged, maybe the police would still believe it, but you have lied a lot since the first time you took the record. Han Bin's face was solemn, and his tone became more and more stern:

"You forged an alibi, and your whereabouts on October 27 matched those of the murderer, you said you had never seen the clothes you had committed, and you said you had never been to the scene, but your fingerprints were found in the place where the murder weapon was hidden. ”

Wang Zijia slowly closed his eyes, and a tear slipped down the corner of his eye.

"Be lenient in confession, and strict in resisting. Han Bin admonished.

Wang Zijia was silent for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes: "I was wronged." ”

"Even if you don't admit guilt and don't confess, as long as the evidence is sufficient, you will still be found guilty, and not only will you lose the opportunity for a lighter punishment, but you will also have a heavier sentence. Han Bin warned.

Wang Zijia glanced at Han Bin and shrugged his shoulders: "For me, there is only the difference between freedom and imprisonment, and I don't care how long I sit." ”

Zhao Ming leaned over and reminded in a low voice: "Brother Bin, he likes men, he went to prison, you know ......"

Han Bin frowned, it was like throwing a mouse into a rice bowl, although he couldn't find food freely, he couldn't be hungry after all.

Thinking about how to put yourself in a women's prison doesn't seem so difficult to accept......