The interrogation room was small and simply furnished, with only a table, three chairs, two lamps hanging from the ceiling, and nothing else. The interior is clean, tidy, the air is a bit cool, not at all as scary as it looks in the movies.

Ms. Jiang sat on a chair across from her, not handcuffed or shackled; is not fixed to a chair or table like the prisoners in film and television dramas.

Except for her impathy, she is free to move. At least in this room.

Tang Shan was brought in by He Ren, and as soon as he saw Jiang Suping, his head "buzzed" and fell into a state of paste. I didn't laugh, I didn't cry, and I didn't know how to say hello.

He turned to look around him, as if still making sure where he was.

Is it a dream, or is it in the real world? Tang Shan was a little unsure.

He Ren has already gone out. Tang Shan felt that this guy was like a ghost, silent, coming and going without a trace.

The door was closed, and by the door stood a younger policeman he didn't know, lazy and empty-handed, not at all looking like he was on guard.

Tang Shan walked over and sat on the chair opposite Jiang Suping, he stretched out his index finger and slowly probed the table, as if he wanted to feel whether the person sitting opposite was a real person or a phantom.

Jiang Suping smiled sadly at him.

Tang Shan's fingers stopped in mid-air. There was no need to reach over and probe again, he knew that there was a real person on the other side. The smile was familiar to him, though he had never seen her so bleak.

Tang Shan wanted to say something, organized the language in his head, and organized it for a long time, but he still didn't find the right words. Finally, he turned to the policeman at the door and asked:

"She's the real murderer?"

The policeman replied with a blank face:

"She's the real murderer."

The words spoken by the two are exactly the same, the only difference is that the former uses a rising tone at the end to express doubt; At the end of the latter is a descending tone, which indicates a statement.

Tang Shan seemed to have been knocked with a stick, and his head, which was originally a mess, was now even more mushy. Look back at Jiang Suping again.

Jiang Suping smiled sadly at Tangshan again.

Tang Shan suddenly jumped up from the chair, turned around, rushed to the policeman's side, grabbed the other party's two shoulders and shook violently, as if to shake the other party out of his sleep, and shouted incoherently while shaking:

"She can't be the real murderer. Are you mistaken? ”

The police were stunned by him for a moment, they didn't know how to dodge, let alone resist, they just explained one after another:

"She herself, she herself confessed to the fact of the killing."

Tang Shan was extremely angry for no reason, and pushed the policeman against the wall with his elbow, still speaking incoherently:

"She can't even step on a cockroach to death, how can she kill someone?"

The police finally reacted this time, and used a professional grappling move, lifting Tang Shan aside, clenching his fist with the other hand, and hitting Tang Shan in the chest.

Tang Shan's reaction was not slow, and he grabbed it and grabbed the policeman's wrist like lightning.

In the past two years, Tang Shan often followed his friend Chen Yusheng to the countryside to kill pigs, although he did not learn the technique of killing pigs, but because he grabbed the pig's legs every time, his hands were extremely strong.

This grasp is comparable to the "dragon claw hand" in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin.

The policeman struggled for a moment, his wrist was like an iron hoop, but he didn't move a bit, he couldn't help but be shocked, and he spoke a little incoherently:

"Fuck, you, how dare you attack the police?"

Tang Shan's mind was in a mess, he didn't forget where he was at all, he added strength to his hand, and once again pushed the policeman against the wall, and yelled in his mouth:

"How do you do the police, you don't know if you catch the wrong person?"

After the policeman was shocked, he was confused again, and replied with a smile and tears:

"I didn't arrest her, she turned herself in."

Tang Shan gasped and wanted to say something, the door suddenly opened, and He Ren and another tall policeman rushed in, twisted Tang Shan's hands behind him on the left and right, and pushed him against the wall.

Although Tang Shan had relatively strong hands, he was still vulnerable in front of two professionally trained policemen, and he was unable to move against the wall in an instant.

He Ren kicked him in the crook of his knee and scolded:

"You are not small, you actually attacked the police at the police station?"

Tang Shan originally didn't have the courage to fight with the police, but because he lost his mind, he was confused, and at this moment he was kicked and scolded, but he suddenly came to his senses, knew where he was, and understood that Lou Zi had stabbed a lot this time.

As soon as Tang Shan's strength was lost, his body was like a hollowed out sack, he was unsteady on his feet, and slid down the wall.

At first, He Ren and the tall policeman were still carrying him left and right, and when they saw that he was instantly paralyzed like mud, they had to turn him around and let him sit in the corner.

Jiang Suping left her seat at this time, walked to the corner, half-squatted, and squeezed through the gap between the policeman's legs to Tang Shan's side. Then he looked up and pleaded to the three of them:

"Can you let me be alone with him for a while?"

Three policemen, you look at me, I look at you, it seems a little unclear who is the murderer and who is the visitor.

Finally, He Ren gave him a look at the other two, and the three of them retreated from the door at the same time. The door slammed shut, and then the world fell silent, and you couldn't even hear your breathing.

For a long time, Jiang Suping put one hand under Tang Shan's armpit, and the two stood up at the same time and walked to the table. Jiang Suping sat back in her original position, and Tang Shan involuntarily sat opposite.

Tang Shan was still weak at this time, but his mind was completely clear, and he suddenly held Jiang Suping's hand spread on the table, shook it, and asked:

"How could it be you?"

Jiang Suping still smiled sadly, staring at Tang Shan's hand with both eyes, and answered the question:

"We have known each other for many years, but I didn't expect the first time we held hands, but it was in the interrogation room of the police station."

Tang Shan looked down, his fingers loosened, and then grabbed Jiang Suping hard, and said eagerly:

"Tell them quickly, it's not you who killed people, let's get out of here."

Jiang Suping smiled again, and Tang Shan felt a strong aura of despair rushing towards him. Jiang Suping said in a trembling voice:

"I was the one who killed people. In this life, I am afraid it is impossible to hold hands with you freely outside. ”

Tang Shan's heart was instantly filled with despair, but he was still unconvinced:

"I don't believe it, you can't even kill a chicken, how can you kill someone?"

Jiang Suping sighed:

"It's hard to put into words. All in all, it was an accident. ”

Tang Shan's tone was a little anxious:

"But, how can you ......?"

Jiang Suping interrupted him:

"I know what you're trying to say, but I'm not asking to see you to discuss this."

Tang Shan let go of Jiang Suping's hand, fell back on the back of the chair, raised his head and closed his eyes, and quickly passed the scene of that night in his mind like a movie, unable to believe that she was the murderer.

Finally, he opened his eyes and leaned over, grabbed Jiang Suping's hand again, and asked slowly:

"You've got to tell me, what the hell is going on?"

Jiang Suping smiled sadly:

"On the night of the accident, I went to look for you in the middle of the night, and I wanted to tell you everything. I didn't expect the fat landlord and her beautiful daughter to be there, I didn't have a chance to say. Later, when it was almost dawn, I couldn't help but call you, but you were absent-minded when you answered, presumably the landlord's daughter was still with you. So I can't say it. ”

Tang Shan shouted in his heart, do you know that when I answered the phone, I was at the scene of the murder. But he opened his mouth and closed it again, saying nothing.

Jiang Suping paused and continued:

"Now that I have told the police all the details of this matter, there is no need to tell you again."

Tang Shan was stunned on the spot. Only then did I remember that since the middle of the night, Jiang Suping's words and deeds have been strange from beginning to end. He licked his lips, but didn't know what to say.

Jiang Suping said faintly:

"I asked to see you because I wanted to tell you in person: If there was no murder, I would have agreed to go with you without hesitation last night."

Jiang Suping leaned over and smiled at Tang Shan:

"I've known you for so many years, and what you said last night touched me the most. Later, I didn't sleep all night, and at dawn I went downstairs to your house and watched you quietly go out alone. I followed you all the way. ”

Tang Shan suddenly realized:

"So I just got intercepted and brought back, and you knew it right away."

Jiang Suping:

"I killed the person, of course I can't let you be wronged."

Yuyama was silent. still can't figure out how she killed Zhou Weiliang, a big man.

But now that he is completely sober, he knows that there may be many twists and turns in the matter, and it is difficult to ask in detail here, especially that it may also involve Chen Yusheng's hundreds of thousands of yuan. He didn't know how much Jiang Suping had confessed to the police.

Jiang Suping sighed deeply:

"It's too late. Can I make a request to you? ”

Tang Shan hurriedly replied:

"Say whatever you want."

Jiang Suping leaned over again and whispered:

"I'm cold, hug me."

Tang Shan didn't react:

"Huh?"

Jiang Suping burst into tears:

"For years, I've been waiting for you to give me a hug. But you've been running away. Now, I can't wait. ”

Tang Shan was still stunned, but his nasal cavity began to sour.

Jiang Suping said with a crying voice:

"I know the occasion and timing are wrong, but if I miss it today, I won't have a chance in this life. You're not going to let me go to jail with the biggest regret of my life, are you? ”

Two tears finally slowly flowed out of the corners of Tang Shan's eyes. He stood up, kicked away the chair behind his knees, and took only three steps to bypass the long table and walk in front of Jiang Suping.

Jiang Suping got up and faced him. The two hugged each other tightly.

Tang Shan's tears flowed down his chin and dripped down Jiang Suping's neck; He wiped it off for her, feeling her skin cold.

The door five steps away suddenly opened, and He Ren stood at the door, pointing his baton at the two people hugging at the table, and warned in a businesslike tone:

"Be careful, this is an interrogation room, not a movie theater."

The two turned a deaf ear to his words.

He Ren walked over with irritable steps, and seeing that the two were still hugging each other, he glanced at the baton in his hand, and felt that it was inappropriate to move roughly, so he stuck the baton on his buttocks and reached out to break the shoulders of the two. While straining, he said:

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you don't have a word, just disperse. What kind of body is it to hug and hug here? We still have a lot of work to do. ”

Tang Shan and Jiang Suping were very reluctant to separate.

In addition to being sad, Tang Shan also had an urge to beat people. It's a pity that he was at the police station, and the other party was a policeman, so he had to let his sadness and anger become tangled into a rope and strangle himself to the point where he couldn't breathe.

Before Jiang Suping's head left Tang Shan's shoulder, his mouth was infinitely close to his ear, and he said a quick sentence:

"What I want to say is all in the bridge hole under the Dongli Bridge."

Tang Shan was stunned again.