"I deliberately arranged for you to eat in a remote place, where no one knows me, as long as you don't know where I came from and where I'm going."

"After I broke up with you, I was still secretly following you. As I watched you walk into the train station, I knew you were coming for me. You came to the mountain city to confirm whether I am Wang Hongbao. After Qian Heping confirms that I am Wang Hongbao, your investigation will be over. ”

"I never dreamed that you would still find a flaw in me. I thought you wouldn't come to me again. I was dumbfounded when you suddenly appeared in front of me again. I didn't expect Gan Yumeng to find a problem with my teeth. ”

Next, Jianyang explained the whole process of killing Wang Hongbao.

From beginning to end, Jianyang Gaya and Wang Hongbao did not face each other, and Jianyang Gaya has been hiding in the shadows.

"The thirteenth battalion is not big, you and Wang Hongbao appeared in the thirteenth battalion at the same time, aren't you afraid that the people of the thirteenth battalion will be confused? The appearance of two people with the same appearance at the same time in the thirteenth camp should arouse people's curiosity, aren't you afraid that Wang Hongbao will notice it? ”

"The people of the thirteenth battalion and Wang Hongbao will not find out, and Wang Hongbao will not notice it."

"Why?"

"I'm disguised."

"Disguised?"

Yang Gaya had also disguised himself before.

"You explain the process of killing Wang Hongbao, the more detailed the explanation, the better."

The following is the explanation of Yang Gaya:

When Wang Hongbao decided to end the business in Jingxi and was preparing to leave, when Wang Hongbao learned that Ning Yannan was pregnant and handed over his family to Ning Yannan, Jianyang Gaya felt that the time had come.

At six o'clock in the evening of April 12th, Wang Hongbao returned to Ma Po Po Nunnery, since Wang Hongbao and Ning Yannan lived in Ma Po Po Nunnery, Master Huiping handed Wang Hongbao two keys, one is the key to the meditation room on the third floor, the other is the key to the back door of the temple, the front hall and the back yard of Ma Po Nunnery are separated, Wang Hongbao and Ning Yannan enter and exit the temple every day, and go through the back door.

Wang Hongbao's furniture store is in the east of Ma Po Nunnery, out of the back door of the temple is the embankment of the Qinnan River, along the embankment to the east, walk one or two miles, and then turn south, walk seven or eight hundred meters, is the street, Wang Hongbao's furniture store is at the street entrance - in front, the author has already explained, the street entrance of the thirteenth camp is a T-shaped street entrance.

Wang Hongbao sold two kinds of braised vegetables at the corner of the street, half a salted duck, three taels of spiced duck sausages, and Ning Yannan brought two plates of vegetables from the monastery's room: a plate of scrambled eggs with leeks and a plate of brine tofu - the four nuns in the monastery ate vegetarian dishes.

When Wang Hongbao pushed the door into the house, Ning Yannan had already set up the wine and dishes. Every night when Wang Hongbao comes home, he drinks two glasses of wine – one or two.

There is also a cup of strong tea on the table, which is also a habit that Wang Hongbao has developed for many years, and the first thing he does when he gets home is to drink tea.

Ning Yannan poured two kinds of braised vegetables into the plate; Wang Hongbao drank water from a teacup—he drank half a cup of tea.

At this time, there was a man hidden in the room—he was hidden under the bed—he was Janyangaya, with a kitchen knife in his hand and a few rolls of thin wire in the pocket of his jacket.

"When did Wang Hongbao leave the furniture store?"

"Around five-forty—every day."

"At this time, before it gets dark, you will do it."

There should be a reason why Yang Gaya and Ning Yannan put their hands at dusk.

"Why did you choose to do it at dusk?"

"We can only start at this time, on the second floor - downstairs in Wang Hongbao, there lives a female pilgrim, she will go to the river embankment and Xihua Gate for a walk after dinner every day, go out the back door at about six o'clock, go upstairs at about seven o'clock, and be very punctual, in addition, she spends most of her time in the Guanyin Hall and the meditation room."

Is it any wonder that this woman didn't hear anything special?

After drinking half a cup of tea, Wang Hongbao fell asleep on the couch. Descending Yang Gaya crawled out of the belly of the bed; Ning Yannan moved the small table, along with the wine and food on the table, to the corner.

The two of them put a quilt under Wang Hongbao's body—mainly the part above his chest.

"Why do you put the bedding under Wang Hongbao?"

"We were afraid of blood spilling onto the couch and floor."

Jianyang Gaya raised the kitchen knife, and when the knife fell, Wang Hongbao's body suddenly moved, and the blood flowed to the couch and the floor at this time. Because the time when Wang Hongbao moved his body and the time when Yang Gaya dropped the knife happened to be at the same node, Yang Gaya's hand trembled, so the power was broken down a lot.

Because the kitchen knife was cut down from the back of the neck, this knife did not kill Wang Hongbao, on the contrary, Wang Hongbao used all his strength and made the only senseless struggle, and Yang Gaya pressed Wang Hongbao's body with his knees, and slashed Wang Hongbao twice on the back of his neck one after another, and Wang Hongbao died of anger.

The confession of the jawyangaya and the conclusion of the autopsy are consistent.

"Since Wang Hongbao has been turned over by hemp, you can completely use a thin wire to strangle him to death, why do you have to use a kitchen knife?"

"Hatred can only be resolved by slashing with a knife - I have waited too long for this day." Jianyang Gaya had a hideous face, gritted his teeth and said, "I have accumulated all my hatred for the Wang family on that kitchen knife. ”

Jianyang Gaya cut off Wang Hongbao's head with a kitchen knife, and then wrapped Wang Hongbao's body and head with a futon, the purpose of wrapping it was to use the futon to suck up the large amount of blood that flowed from the wound.

Ning Yannan wiped the blood on the couch and the floor with a sheet, and then soaked the old clothes in water to scrub the blood on the bed board and the floor.

But the scrubbing was not finished, because there was a sound of footsteps at the top of the staircase—the woman who lived on the second floor had suddenly returned early—and not long after she went out, a light rain fell in the sky. The two were in a hurry to start, also for this reason.

"Where are the bedding that wraps the body and head and the sheets that scrub the floor?"

"I asked Ning Yannan to cut it up with scissors and threw it into the latrine."

"Where's the latrine?"

"It's the toilet of Granny Ma's nunnery."

"A bedding is not a small object, after it is cut and broken, the area should be relatively large, aren't you afraid that others will find out?"

"I can't find it."

"Why?"

"I used a stick to sink the shredded bedding under the dung pit, which was two meters deep. Even if it doesn't sink to the bottom of the dung, a few old nuns can't see it. ”

"Why?"

"The mouth of the latrine is deep, and the light inside the latrine is very dim, and people can't see below when they stand on it. But out of an abundance of caution, I used a stick to sink the shredded bedding under the manure pit. ”

Zhao Zimeng immediately sent Xiang Daimo, Ma Jianping, Xiao Luhan and Lu Qian to drive to Ma Po Nunnery. Let's take a look at this passage in advance.

The latrine is located in the northeast corner of the temple, and the specific location is 100 meters east of the back gate of the Guanyin Hall - next to the east wall.

A master brought a lantern.

Under the guidance of Master Huiping, the four people lifted the stone slab above the thatched pit - four stone slabs covered four-fifths of the manure pit, and there was a pit fifty centimeters long and thirty centimeters wide in the middle of the middle stone slab - it was convenient for people to squat on this stone slab.

Usually, the masters had to lift the cover in the middle to get the dung water in the pit, and the four nuns opened a vegetable patch by the east wall of the monastery. Master Huiping said that they only take water from the pit every long time, and from April to now, they have only taken the manure twice – they only use a dung scoop to scoop the water when they take the manure water, so they don't care about the foreign objects under the manure pit.

Master Huiping found a long bamboo pole and tied an iron hook to the head of the bamboo pole.

A few minutes later, Xiang Daimo really fished up more than a dozen balls of cotton wool and a few strips of cloth from the pit, because of the particularity of the physical evidence, it was impossible to directly collect evidence, so after a simple rinse with water, Ma Jianping took pictures of the cotton wool and cloth strip-shaped objects on the spot.

Xiang Daimo and his entourage went to Ma Po Po Nunnery to collect evidence, which was a small episode, so let's go back to the interrogation room.

"Late that night, the woman who lives downstairs heard the sound of the floor being wiped upstairs, what happened?"

"The smell of blood in the house is very strong, the floor is pitted in some places, and the female pilgrim who lives on the second floor returned to the temple earlier, we didn't clean up the blood stains on the bed board and the floor, Ning Yanmen was not at ease, and carefully wiped it again, some blood has penetrated into the cracks of the floor, so I left you an important evidence."

"When you get the body downstairs, aren't you afraid that the woman who lives on the second floor will hear it? She's a very sensitive woman. ”

"When we carried Wang Hongbao's body downstairs, the two of us didn't wear shoes, and we moved down step by step, and she wouldn't hear it. No matter how sensitive people are, there are times when they sleep deeply, and before half past eleven o'clock, it is the time when people sleep the deepest. Even if she heard the footsteps, there was no problem, because the next morning, Wang Hongbao still appeared in front of him alive. As long as she doesn't make a particularly loud – or weird – sound, the female pilgrim won't care. ”

Indeed, this female pilgrim, who lived on the second floor, did not provide much valuable information. That night, she didn't hear any other strange sounds except for the sound of Ning Yannan washing Wang Hongbao's feet, manicures, nails, and mopping the floor.

"Why did you wait until after eleven o'clock to start throwing corpses?"

"There is a fisherman surnamed Fan on this river, who lays the wire net at about half past eleven o'clock every night and closes the wire net at about one o'clock."

"Why did you have to choose to sink the corpse at this time?"

"When this person collects the net, he then retracts the net, and after a while, every hour and a half, and then closes it again, until it is before dawn."