It was already after seven o'clock in the morning, and Yang Zhiwen had already taken the yellow taxi he had made last time to the police station.

The taxi stopped at the door of the police station, and then the driver honked the horn on the front of the car twice, and the uncle, who looked almost 60 years old, who was sitting in the duty room at the door, poked his head out of the execution room at this time, looked at the taxi and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

At this time, Yang Zhiwen opened the window of the back seat, leaned out, took out a pack of soft bags from his jacket pocket, took out a cigarette with a smile and handed it to the uncle on duty: "Let him in, informant~"

The uncle squinted his eyes and looked at the cigarette case in Yang Zhiwen's hand, then slowly took the cigarette with a smile and waved his hand with a smile, and the remote control of the door rocker in his hand was also pressed.

The taxi drove forward slowly, in the first 40 meters there is a six-story building with a gray police badge, on both sides of the building and behind there are three four-story square buildings, on the far left there is a large open space with a variety of training equipment such as what: single parallel bars, ladders, three tractors and other equipment you have seen and you have not seen, one of the 400 meters of the field of plastic runway surrounded this open space, but this plastic runway is like an inconspicuous third-rate secondary school in a third-rate city, It is one of the third-rate runways that does not enter the stream, and the erosion of the perennial sun and wind and rain has made these equipment even more dilapidated.

Of course, until they are scrapped, these devices are never really used, they just need to be left there for people to look at.

At this time, Yang Zhiwen suddenly came to the front and said to the taxi driver: "Listen, there is a parking lot behind, you drive over and park the car first, and then come here." At this time, he pointed to the six-story building with a big hand: "See? On the far left side of the first floor, there is a five-character alarm reception room, and you will go there later, there will be a special person to receive for you, you go to register first, and I will help you adjust the monitoring. ”

The driver was a little puzzled but nodded, and then Yang Zhiwen immediately got out of the car, and when he left, the driver took out a postcard from the inside pocket of his pants and handed it to Yang Zhiwen, Yang Zhiwen accepted it casually and ran to the third floor building on the left.

At this time, in the reception room, a group of older police officers were taking off their shoes and lying on the chair to fight the landlord, and at this time their walkie-talkie wore Yang Zhiwen's voice, but everyone ignored it and still fought the landlord by themselves.

But in the next second, the attitude of these people who were fighting the landlord changed, because they heard what Yang Zhiwen said about the meal from their walkie-talkie.

"There is a dinner, there is a dinner, today the reception room police received it, please answer..."

At this time, one of the balding uncles in the reception room took over the walkie-talkie: "Received, received, please speak, please speak..."

"Wait a minute, a man who looks like he is in his 40s will come to the duty room to report the crime, well... Small case... Don't worry about it, but this case has something to do with some people in the bureau... So everyone help~You know what I mean~"

The uncle in the duty room said with a smile on his eyebrows: "I've been working for so many years, don't you know what professional level your uncle and I have?" It has to be leveraged! When the time comes... That dinner~"

"You can choose the location" Yang Zhiwen, who finished saying this, had already come to the detention room on the third floor, and he slowly walked in with the intercom.

Yang Zhiwen is very relaxed at this moment, because both the current wallet and Zhou Yang's case are nearing the end.

Yang Zhiwen has fooled the driver into the group of old fritters in the reception room, how to say that the registration has to be registered for a long time, and then there are some Yang Zhiwen can't mess up the process, and sometimes the group of old fritters will be idle and bored to deliberately tease the reporter, but anyway, the driver will be 300% fooled away by those old fritters, and then catch a thief at night, dump the pot on the thief the next day, and then call the driver to come to the bureau to get the wallet.

As for Zhou Yang's case, the murder weapon that really killed Zhou Yang and the key physical evidence have been found by Yang Zhiwen, and the rest only needs to collect the fingerprints on the physical evidence and compare them in the database.

And Zhou Yinglan's case is related to Zhou Yang's case, as long as Zhou Yang's case is solved, the case will be solved.

Yang Zhiwen gently pushed open the iron door of the detention room, where his colleague nicknamed Computer Man was sitting, and he was interrogating the suspect in Zhou Yang's case, and the biggest suspect in the case, the informant, at this moment the suspect was fixed to a metal chair, and there was a metal fence between the suspect and Yang Zhiwen and his colleagues to isolate them.

Yang Zhiwen walked to the fence at this moment and looked at the two suspects who were fixed on the metal chair with empty eyes, both of them were lean, the difference was that the two were tall and short, and their faces were quite different, the tall one had a thin face, but his eyebrows were constricted but he showed his edge. The short man looked honest and stocky, with a dull face and a greasy hairstyle, but no matter how you look at it, there was a hint of obscenity flowing through his body.

And this is exactly in line with the two different characters in Yang Zhiwen's reasoning, these two men are undoubtedly and undoubtedly the murderers who killed Zhou Yang.

And Yang Zhiwen happened to see this scene when he first entered the door, he was called the computer colleague ** Ming, who was constantly being frantically sprayed by the tall man who hurt Zhou Yang, and the slightly shorter, more stocky man next to him kept echoing beside him.

At this time, the two men were talking excitedly and sharply: "You guys, the country's rice buckets, waste of social resources, are obviously our warning for your incompetent waste. But on the other hand, you say that we are the murderers of that man, do you have proof? You still don't pay attention to the law! ”

In the face of Yang Zhiwen's arrival, they did not show fear and arrogance, but rose higher and higher.

Looking at their menacing appearance, Yang Zhiwen had a good idea brewing in his heart.

"Okay, now there's another rice bucket, why are you going to sing red face and white face to me?" The tall man's voice was very loud, and he didn't know what it meant.

Suddenly, the tall man suddenly turned his head to the left, and said with a kind expression to whom, "As long as you cooperate with us, we will fight for a commutation of your sentence... Brabla Bula~"

The moment he finished saying what he had just said, the tall man inadvertently changed his appearance again, and his expression was very fierce and violent: "Okay! Don't talk nonsense with them! Listen! I'm going to do it one last time with you scum of society! You'd better give me honest and obedient cooperation! Even if you don't cooperate! We will also find evidence of your crimes! Then leave no stone unturned, send you to court and let you face the judgment you deserve! You bastard can't escape! You're going to spend the rest of your life in a damn prison! ”

After doing this, he regained his calm expression, and said in a tone full of disdain: "Do you think we will be afraid? Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people! ”

Seeing this, the short man also shouted beside him.

"That's it, that's it! You people don't honestly let us legal citizens out! Although his hands and feet were fixed to the metal table, judging by his twisted form, he wanted to strike a look of disdain and disdain on his face with his legs crossed and his hands crossed over his chest.

"So, that's why you didn't take the murder weapon away?" Yang Zhiwen looked at the two of them with an expression of disbelief on his face at the moment, and he took out the satanic figure that the tall man had knocked Zhou Yang to death out of the physical evidence bag and placed it on the table in front of them through the iron fence.

The tall man casually glanced at the murder weapon he used to kill Zhou Yang, then turned his eyes to Yang Zhiwen, and said with a blind face: "I don't know what you're talking about?" Then he turned to look at his companion again: "Yes! Have you ever seen this? Anyway, I don't have it~"

The short man also looked at his companion appropriately, and then turned his head to Yang Zhiwen in the same tone and said, "If you say this, I will be very distressed~ because I don't understand what I'm talking about at all~"

Hearing such an answer, Yang Zhiwen showed a funny smile on his face and replied with a strange expression: "Oh~ Is that so?" Did I misunderstand you? It seems that it is~ Hmph! ”

"Oh~ yes!" The tall man leaned forward hard, his wide eyes showed a funny smile on his face: "That's it~ Isn't it?" ”

The short man next to him wanted to echo a few words, but was interrupted by Yang Zhiwen, and then Yang Zhiwen slowly approached the iron fence, then bent down to keep his body at the same height as their gaze, looked at the tall man, and then looked at each other, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

After looking at each other for a while, Yang Zhiwen slowly spoke: "Judging from your excellent acting ability~" At this time, Yang Zhiwen's eyes moved upward, put his face on the iron fence, and said in a low and funny voice: "Your accomplice seems to be... At... What about not being good at words? ”

"That~" The tall man also learned from Yang Zhiwen at this moment to try to get his body closer and forward, imitating his funny expression and low and funny voice: "Wake up from your virtue, you have a nervous disorder!" In this profession~ Why do people like you exist? I'm curious~"

"Oh~" The tall man seemed to suddenly understand something? His face showed a look of sudden realization, and then on the chair where he was lying, although his wrists were fixed on the metal chair, his movable palm was restless at the moment, and he said with a look of disdain: "Oh~ Is that so?" Did I misunderstand you? It seems that it is~ Hmph! ”

Yang Zhiwen, who heard this, looked at him disapplausively: "It seems that you have a good memory~ In other words, do you think that if you wash the murder weapon with hand sanitizer, you think that our police will not be able to detect blood stains on it?" ”

At this time, he narrowed his eyes and said proudly, dragging a long voice in his mouth: "Even so, we can still compare the inlay degree between the wound of the injured part of the victim and the murder weapon, as long as the inlay degree matches, we can prove these murder weapons~" Speaking of this, Yang Zhiwen also deliberately pointed to the murder weapon that he put on the table behind him.

"Oh, is it? I really don't know..."The tall man looked at Yang Zhiwen indifferently, and said stiffly: "Even if this is a murder weapon, what does it have to do with us?" I said, we are the informants! What I'm talking about is that I saw a man in his thirties and forties lying under the hydraulic press, with blood flowing from his skull, and it seems that he has lost his breath, and we don't see your so-called murder weapon at all~ Even if there is, it is possible that the murderer accidentally left it there, I guess they are too stupid, right? I can't get along with a smart person like me..."He said that when he was talking about smart people, he still had a natural, confident smile on his face.

"Oh~ That's it!" Yang Zhiwen sat cross-legged on the ground at this time, put his two hands on the rack of the iron fence, and then supported his head with his hands and looked up at the tall man and said, "I think it should be that stupid suspect who thinks he is clever to do this!" ”

At this time, Yang Zhiwen turned around and asked his colleague to bring over the murder weapon placed on the table that was placed in the physical evidence bag, and then he picked up the murder weapon handed by his colleague and said: "Let me tell you, at that time, the murder weapon that was used as a figure was placed smoothly on the second floor of the cabinet in the victim's room, do you know what is different about him?" Well, you know what? ”

Yang Zhiwen's eyes kept blinking, everyone heard his words and he meant something else, so he was silent, Yang Zhiwen looked around, his eyes turned left and right, and then he slowly said with a smile: "Because the murderer took the murder weapon off the cabinet and found a problem after the crime was completed, there are traces of the base of the murder weapon on the cabinet, and the obvious blood stains on the table and chair can be removed, but the dust you can't copy, and the murderer didn't throw away the murder weapon because this trace is too obvious and can't be covered."

Anyone will find that there is a part of the cabinet with thick dust in this way, and there are dead people here, and everyone will think of the murder weapon! So, this stupid murderer he thought of a solution..."At this time, because he spoke for a long time, which caused him to feel a little uncomfortable in his mouth, he paused for a while.

In Yang Zhiwen, he cleared his throat and continued: "Just wash this murder weapon and put it back tightly, that's right, it seems to be kind and reasonable." But like you say, these murderers are stupid. They can wear gloves to prevent their fingerprints from sticking to them when they kill people, but they are stupid enough to take off their gloves when cleaning the murder weapon, although ~ everyone can't wash things with gloves on their hands.

Regardless of that, the stupid murderer then pressed the pressure hand sanitizer with his greasy hands, then unscrewed the faucet with his hands, and with his hands! Although there were no fingerprints on the murder weapon, there was thick evidence on the bottle of laundry detergent and the faucet~"

At this moment, the tall man's pride and arrogance were completely shattered, he lay limply on the table, his sharp but playful eyes became dull and helpless, and he couldn't help but become a little dazed.

And the short man began to lose his breath after listening to these words, the thick and fine pores contracted wildly, although his thick Adam's apple kept swallowing saliva, he still felt that his mouth was dry, and the fear spread and spread the smile on the face of the man in front of him...

The terrifying silence ended with the sound of Yang Zhiwen gently banging on the iron fence with his hand, the tall man looked at Yang Zhiwen with an unwilling and angry expression, and the man in front of him made a final stab to his self-esteem with a smile on his face.

"You know what? In fact, everything you do is to shoot yourself in the foot with your own stones, and you are tired of taking humiliation on yourself, in fact, you can take the murder weapon directly, even if a person has died in this room, who stipulates that this thing that disappears in the cabinet must be the murder weapon? Could it be that the murderer deliberately took it away to confuse the police? Could it be that it was taken away by the owner of this item? Could it be that someone else stole it?

Even if you were to put the cleaned murder weapon back in its place, wouldn't you be able to wipe the entire cabinet clean of dust? If you want to hide a tree, throw it into the forest; If a Jew gets into a German bar, he should pretend to be a German. ”

** Ming, who was listening behind Yang Zhiwen, came over and put his hand on his shoulder, so that the police officer, known as the computer, understood why Yang Zhiwen spared no effort to fight with this tall man.

As long as the tall man's self-confidence is crushed first, mobilize their emotions and make them fall into despair, and give them a little hope at this time, they will naturally spare no effort to climb up.

And he also suitably cooperated with Yang Zhiwen to sing the red-faced double reed of the original robbed lines.

I saw that Yang Zhiwen slowly got up and patted his clothes with both hands, transforming his smug and sadistic tone into ordinary and serious: "I don't remember one by one, open your mouth and close your mouth to call the police, you'd better be prepared to pick up soap for a lifetime in the dark and damp prison now... You may have some criminal minds, but you don't have the coincidence that you met someone who has been exposed to crime since I was a child. As he spoke, he pushed open the door with the physical evidence in his hand and walked out.

After Yang Zhiwen went out, Hu Minghui walked to the fence, and then squatted down: "It's still the same sentence, as long as you cooperate with our police, we will fight for you to get your due sentence reduction, you really want to see your family!" I heard that you have a younger brother, Han Zhanhong, who has been looking for you since March 15th, don't you want to meet him? As long as you cooperate..."

At this moment, the tall man who had been silent for a long time finally planned to open his mouth to tell the secret that no one knew.