The solemn atmosphere in the interrogation room eased a little.

Halfway through the cigar, the "big teapot" finally spoke: "I am willing to answer all your questions, but can you promise me one condition?" ”

"On what terms?"

"I'd love to know how you found me, how did you know that I was going to the theater last night?"

"The Big Teapot" overestimated his IQ, and he was reluctant to be arrested.

"This request, we can meet you. Do you know Wang Changcai? ”

"Yes, I have dealt with him, he only knows that I am in the cultural relics business, and he does not know my identity and details, and I have never shown him my true face, and he will not know that I have a hobby of watching dramas. Could it be—"

"What do you want to say?"

"Could it be that Yu Beibing betrayed me?"

The "big teapot" is not a foolish person.

"Yes, it was Yu Beibing who provided us with your information, including your living habits and hobbies."

"Isn't Yu Beibing dead?"

"Yu Beibing is not dead, he was rescued by us. Yes, when he was arrested, he did attempt to commit suicide by taking poison, but because we handled it properly and rescued him in time, he came back to life. People are not as good as heaven, you think you are doing it seamlessly, there is no negligence, you don't want to think about it, Yu Beibing is the only clue in our hands, how can we let him have a little mistake. Originally, we wanted to catch this big fish, but we didn't expect that it was Yu Beibing who fell into the net, and we couldn't help but act cautiously -- so we must not let Yu Beibing have an accident. ”

"My people clearly saw him being pushed out of Yudai Lane and finally pushed into the hospital morgue."

"If we don't create the illusion that Yu Beibing is dead, how can your men let his family go? If you don't let go of Yu Beibing's family, how can Yu Beibing let go of his ideological baggage and confession? ”

The "big teapot" let out a long sigh. The cigarette smoke burned between his fingers—the teapot forgot the cigarette in his hand.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"No, you ask!"

"In the past, you have always been directly connected with Wang Changcai, why did you send Yu Beibing to come forward this time?"

"I was going to go out in person, but that morning, I suddenly had an ominous premonition, so I temporarily decided to let Yu Beibing go instead of me."

"What's your name? I'm referring to the name on the ID card. ”

"My name is Zheng Shusheng. The 'book' of reading, the 'life' of life. ”

We can finally do without the name "big teapot".

"Age?"

Zheng Shusheng pointed to the pocket inside the down jacket with the index finger of his right hand: "The ID card is in this pocket." ”

Chen Jie stood up, walked to Zheng Shusheng, took out a three-fold brown wallet from the pocket of the down jacket, opened it, and found an ID card in a mezzanine.

Chen Jie handed the ID card to Ouyang Ping's hand, and then returned to his seat.

Ouyang Ping looked at the ID card, and then handed the ID card to Han Lingling's hand.

Zheng Shusheng was born on November 7, 1949. The home address is No. 18, Country Garden District 1, Luohu Road, Luohu District, Shenzhen.

The provincial certificate number is 320111194911070510.