The interrogation room of the police station has only one table and two chairs, and the chair on which the suspect sits is, of course, specially made. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There are two holes in the small panel in the front of the info chair that hold the suspect's hands securely.

There was a bright lamp on the table, which was usually turned on during interrogation. The light is so bright that it is unacceptable.

Now the murderer of Zhou Zhengying is sitting on a small chair, and Wang Jianqiang is sitting opposite.

He Yang was tired of standing, so he went out and moved a chair, and sat on it to listen to Lao Wang's interrogation of the murderer.

"Why are you killing people?"

"Sir, I've said it eight hundred times, and I didn't kill anyone."

"Why did you show up there when you didn't kill anyone, why did you show up where?"

"I'm just trying to snatch that lady's bag."

"But after you escaped, the person you robbed the bag died."

"I don't know." The suspect insisted that he did not kill anyone, and Wang Jianqiang was also helpless.

He Yang patted Wang Jianqiang's shoulder. Motioning for yourself to come. Wang Jianqiang took the opportunity to leave the main position and asked He Yang to interrogate the tight-mouthed suspect.

"Since you're so sure, let's have a quick Q&A, and I'll ask you and you'll answer quickly. May I? ”

"Can I refuse? Hehe. The suspect smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Name."

"Feng Liangping."

"Age."

“36。 Are you asking about one year old? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, work."

"Is it a job to grab a bag?"

"Okay, what's your favorite fruit?"

"Durian. Hey, no, what's the use of that, you ask? ”

"Where's the murder weapon?"

"At home ... Village... ”

He Yang and Wang Jianqiang glanced at each other, and finally their hard work paid off.

He Yang continued to ask, "Where is your home?" ”

But no one answered him. Feng Liangping, who found that he had missed his words, began not to say a word.

"You look back." He Yang spoke earnestly and persuasively, pointing to the eight big characters behind Feng Liangping and said.

"Be lenient in confession, strict in resistance"

Feng Liangping doesn't have to look back to know what is written on the wall, no matter where it is, including TV series and movies, it's always these eight words. It's as if confessing something you really did was offset.

"If it's true that you didn't kill anyone, as you said, then why don't you dare tell us the truth?" He Yang's words are like a kind of magical power, which makes people involuntarily believe in him. "Tell me, where is your home?"

"Hey." Feng Liangping sighed, but still didn't say anything.

"I promise, if you have nothing to do with this serial murder, I promise to let you out."

"Serial killing?"

"Yes, the case you're in is not an ordinary murder, it's a serial murder. If you don't tell the truth, then no one can help you. ”

"Can I trust you?"

"Yes."

In this way, He Yang came to Feng Liangping's house smoothly. And the murder weapon was on his bedside table. He Yang could see at a glance that this knife was one of the set of scalpels that had been lost in the hospital! It is uncertain whether it was the knife that killed Zhou Zhengying, but this shape is definitely from that set of scalpels!

Substantial progress has finally been made! He Yang picked up the scalpel with tweezers, put it in a bag and handed it to Qi Feichen, who was following him, and said, "Go back and do a fingerprint test." Don't forget. ”

"Yes!"

After doing all this, the police turned Feng Liangping's house upside down, but they never found the rest of the scalpel. I turned out some miscellaneous items, such as 4 mobile phones, 3 ID cards, 6 wallets... It seems that Feng Liangping has done a lot of petty theft before.

After searching Feng Liangping's home to no avail, He Yang and Wang Jianqiang interrogated Feng Liangping again.

Feng Liangping's spirit was a little sluggish, perhaps because the light was shining too hard. Feng Liangping, who returned to the interrogation room, was listless.

"You should have found it."

"Tell me about your crime. Let's be clear. ”

Feng Liangping no longer resisted, and honestly began to state the crime.

The weather was just right that day, and Feng Liangping and two friends were hanging out outside. Just came out of the game hall, and all the money in my pocket was contributed to the slot machine.

It's painful to have no money. Feng Liangping, who was hungry, sighed.

The three returned to the van. It's the only thing they haven't sold.

Feng Liangping, who is accustomed to petty theft, has no consciousness of working hard to make money at all, and only thinks about getting something for nothing. After all, Feng Liangping hasn't been to work for a long time. I've forgotten what it's like to go to work.

After looking for a long time in the van, the three of them found two cigarettes, but they had no choice but to take turns smoking each other, after all, the three of them couldn't even afford a box of cigarettes.

Feng Liangping felt that this was not a solution, so he got out of the car to find the "target".

Soon, Zhou Zhengying and Yu Rui came into his sight.

These two fat sheep look pretty easy to slaughter. Feng Liangping hurriedly beckoned the other two people to come over and discussed a small plan.

When Zhou Zhengying and Yu Rui came out after eating, Feng Liangping followed the two of them. Two of his friends followed them in the airy bread.

"Ouch." Feng Liangping pretended to touch Zhou Zhengying, and touched it but didn't touch the wallet. At this time, I found that Zhou Zhengying was holding a bag in his hand.

I'm really hungry. Feng Liangping secretly cursed himself in his heart. Then he rolled his eyes and counted on his mind.

"What are you doing! Can you walk, don't you have eyes? "Feng Liangping, who was obviously retrograde and hit people, sued first, and said preemptively.

At that time, Yu Rui's fire came up, and he was about to say something, but he was stopped by Zhou Zhengying, and he didn't come out: "This comrade, I'm really embarrassed, are you okay?" ”

In fact, when he heard Zhou Zhengying shouting comrade, Feng Liangping faintly felt bad. Because in his impression, only the strip will be used to calling people comrade! Especially the old ones.

And for ordinary people, they will not call people comrade, because in their impression, comrade is a unique name for a special group of people...

"Of course I'm in trouble, you have to compensate me!" Although Feng Liangping had a vague premonition in his heart, he couldn't do anything else, just like every gambler who was harmed by gambling, they would do everything they could to get money, and then gamble, hoping to turn over. And then for the sake of money, he did not hesitate to embark on the path of crime.

This kind of thing is really seen a lot.

At that time, Feng Liangping was consumed by interests, he never wanted to return empty-handed, in the noisy, Feng Liangping snatched Zhou Zhengying's bag, pulled his legs and ran, until he got into the car, then he was relieved.

As a result, I heard my friend say, "Brother Ping, why are you holding a knife in your hand?" ”