"Name?"

"Founder."

"Gender?"

"Male."

"Age?"

“……”

Outside the interrogation room, Zhou Ping was gloomy, with his hands crossed and his arms folded, looking inside through a single layer of glass.

"Director."

Officer Lin beside him whispered:

"Judging from the clues we have so far, it can only be proved that Fang Zheng once appeared at the scene, and there is no direct evidence to prove that it was his hand."

"Hmm."

Zhou Ping nodded slowly.

"But no one else was on the mountain at that time, and Qi Wei and Yuan Xiaolian had a grudge against Fang Zheng, especially Yuan Xiaolian was disfigured by him." Officer Lin continued:

"They have an incentive to take Fang Zheng hostage and retaliate, and it makes sense to be killed."

The logic is very smooth.

But there are also problems.

Fang is the one who was held hostage, how can he kill several other people? And it also included several professional mercenaries.

He's just an ordinary person......

No!

Killing six people in a row, how can it be ordinary?

"Fang Jian is Uncle Fangzheng." Officer Lin thoughtfully:

"Fang Jian was besieged to death with a cold weapon, and the situation was very strange at that time, maybe ...... There are secrets hidden in the two of them. ”

Zhou Ping didn't say anything, he kept paying attention to Fang Zheng's expression.

The interrogators of the Sheriff's Department are very professional, and it is a basic skill to observe words and looks, and if a person kills someone and faces questioning, he will definitely show it.

Fear, panic, pretense of composure......

Yang or grievance, grief and indignation.

A closed unfamiliar environment, a meticulous psychological offensive, and an inability to withstand mental loss of control are the norm.

And the square.

His expression did not change in the slightest from beginning to end, neither the anger after being framed, nor the panic after being exposed.

This is not normal!

"Where were you after six o'clock yesterday?"

"I made an appointment with my friends to have dinner and watch a movie after eating." Fang Zheng said slowly:

"As soon as I arrived at Dongshi Road, I was held by a gun I didn't know, I don't know if the gun in his hand was real or fake, so I had to follow the car just in case."

"Then we arrived at Crested Mountain."

"Go on." The interrogator spoke:

"Go on."

"I was locked up in a wooden hut by them, and it was almost dark, so I sneaked out while they weren't looking."

"They didn't find out?"

"Nope."

"And where?"

"I was afraid of being caught, so I hid at the foot of the mountain and slept until the afternoon."

"Why didn't you report it to the Sheriff's Department?"

"Frightened too much, forgot."

"Peng!"

The interrogator slammed the table and said angrily:

"Fangzheng, I advise you to be honest, how did you kill people last night? What to do with the corpse? Where is the murder weapon? ”

"I don't understand what you mean." Fang Zheng frowned:

"They're dead?"

"Peng!"

"Don't pretend to be confused, they were killed by you, and you think what you did was seamless? You are underestimating modern inspection technology! ”

"Looks like he's really dead." Fang is expressionless on the front:

"That's good, but I didn't kill it."

"You think we can't get the case decided because we're hard-mouthed?" The interrogator snorted coldly:

"It is for your own good to let you admit it yourself, and the fingerprints, bloodstains, murder weapons and even witnesses at the scene can be used as evidence to convict."

"It's useless to have a hard mouth."

"Awesome." Founder Tape Praises:

"Then you should be able to catch the murderer quickly."

"You still don't recognize it?"

"I didn't do it, why should I admit it?"

"Now there is evidence that you are at the scene, and Qi Wei and Yuan Xiaolian have a grudge against you, and all kinds of evidence show that you are the murderer."

"Heh......" Fang Zheng lightly:

"Now that the judgment is only about reasoning?"

"We found your fingerprints on the corpse!"

"It can't be."

"How could it be?"

"I didn't kill people, even if they had fingerprints, they were stained in the car."

"There's your blood!"

"Officer, everything here is recorded on video, you told me, if you lie, I can sue you for slander!"

There was silence in the field.

The interrogators were even more stunned.

That's the problem.

No evidence!

There is a lot of circumstantial evidence that proves that it is inseparable from Founder, but so far, no direct evidence has been found.

Not a single one!

It stands to reason that it shouldn't.

Judging from the traces at the scene, Fengtou Mountain experienced a fight last night, and there should be a lot of evidence, and it is not so easy to destroy.

But......

The Sheriff's Department searched but found nothing.

Fang Zheng was full of confidence in this, and in order to clear the evidence, he almost dug three feet into the ground, but everything he touched was brought to another world.

If it weren't even for the fact that there were too many things to carry, he would have to pack even the corpse.

Wash up.

Now he can be said to be clean and clean, and he is not contaminated with the slightest thing on the crested mountain.

As Officer Lin said, he is not professional in handling clues, but he is careful enough, as long as things disappear, no one can prove that he has killed people.

"Yo!"

Outside the interrogation room, a person paced to Zhou Ping and stood still, raised his eyebrows and said:

"It's a hard stubble."

"Do you want me to try?"

Several people nearby greeted each other when they saw each other.

"Director He."

"Deputy Director!"

He Jiangdong, one of the two deputy directors of the Public Security Bureau, was once Zhou Ping's biggest rival in the election of the director, and the rumors have never been very good.

"No need." Zhou Ping spoke in a muffled voice.

He knew that He Jiangdong's methods were nothing more than a lesson, and no one knew whether he was beaten into a trick, and he always disliked it.

"To deal with this kind of thorn, you should use some means." He Jiangdong patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder:

"I heard ......"

"He's your junior brother?"

Zhou Ping didn't say anything.

"Good skills!" He Jiangdong gave a thumbs up:

"In the face of danger, he fights against the trend, and he is calm in the face of interrogation, without revealing the slightest tone, he is very young!"

"There's no evidence yet." Zhou Pingdao:

"Don't jump to conclusions."

"Haha......" He Jiangdong laughed:

"Director Zhou, don't deceive yourself, who killed you if he didn't kill him?"

…………

The trial continues.

Fang Zheng couldn't remember how much time had passed, and there was no timekeeping device in the dimly lit room, only endless questions.

"In the past two months, you have more than 30 million dollars in your bank card, what can you explain?"

"Sold jade,"

"Where's the jade?"

"Uncle left it for me."

"Your uncle is just an ordinary businessman, and he even rents a shop, how can he leave you jade worth tens of millions."

"I don't know, you can ask him."

"Peng!"

"Fangzheng, you give me honesty."

"I'm honest." Fang Zheng raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"You've asked this question 800 times, haven't you?"

"I'm still the same!"

"Uncle stays!"

"I don't know anything else!"

"I didn't kill people!"

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"Nope."

Officer Lin shook his head, his face bitter:

"I can't ask anything."

has been suffering for more than ten hours in a row, not to mention other people, even he who is assisting in contact outside, is already a little unbearable.

"He killed people!"

The interrogators were a little angry:

"It is impossible for ordinary people to have the same attitude when they encounter this kind of thing, he just relies on us to have no evidence."

"Soushan!"

"In such a short period of time, it is impossible for him to hide so many things too hidden, it must be in that corner of Crested Mountain, as long as he finds it, he can be convicted."

"Without evidence, he didn't do it." Officer Lin shook his head:

"I'm already searching the mountain, but they say that there is little hope, because there are no footprints found anywhere except for the place where the mountain is going up and down."

"What do you say about more than 30 million?"

"I paid more than 8 million in taxes, and the tax bureau has nothing to say, to be content with whether to pay taxes in antique transactions has always depended on consciousness, and Fangzheng is enough to save face."

"Shut it down first." Zhou Ping waved his hand and stopped talking:

"Rest also."