civil forensic

Chapter 110 Witnesses
Wenxiang, it hasn't been this lively for a while.

Last time, it was the feed store at the east end of the road that caught fire, attracting so many residents and watching happily.At that time, the flames were soaring, there were many rescuers, and the smell of roasted corn wafted away, which doubled everyone's sense of participation.

Chen Fan's hardware store is also a well-known store in Wenxiang. It belongs to the most high-end heavy industry in the local area and has certain core technologies.Sometimes, a nearby car repair shop will come to your door and ask for technical assistance.

"I didn't expect hardware stores to do that."

The surroundings are in a mess, full of locals discussing in local dialect.

Jiang Yuan occasionally understood a sentence, turned his head in surprise, and asked, "Which one did that?"

"You're a foreigner, you don't understand, they do that." The local said and laughed.

"Not for that, but for that," another local corrected.

"Oh, it's that one..." Another person stood up.

Amid the tight security outside and inside, there was no gunfire.

Jiang Yuan looked down at his mobile phone. Almost 20 minutes had passed. At this point in time, the suspect hadn't fired a gun. Most of them probably didn't know how to shoot, or didn't have a gun.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Yuan's cell phone buzzed.

"Come in. The fish is not big, but it's quite vigorous." Liu Jinghui couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.

"Okay. Immediately." Jiang Yuan is also very curious about the situation of this gentleman.I don't know how much it will affect the case.

The guards on both sides of the shopping street withdrew one after another, allowing the masses to enter and dispersing the crowd.

The bosses of the shopping street cheered up and shouted with all their strength:

"Sell mops, sell washbasins, sell stainless steel shovels..."

"Beer melon seed drink..."

"Broom, mop skin, cockroach poison, rat poison, dog skin plaster"

"Sell chickens... good chickens..."

The bosses try their best to take advantage of the opportunity of their colleagues to sacrifice to heaven, and sell a climax.

The police officers dispatched from all over the place stopped one after another, or were enthusiastically rushed into the store by the boss of the shopping street.

Two snipers slowly climbed down from the roof.

The older one is calm and composed, like a leisurely gecko.

The younger ones were a little bit disappointed, looking left and right as they crawled, probably regretting that they hadn't fully exerted themselves and let go of a second-class merit.

In the backyard of the hardware store, a layer of cement wall was reinforced inside the high red brick wall, which looked quite solid.

The surrounding shops and houses, although they tend to be close to the hardware store and occupy the remaining space, are all blocked by the red brick walls of the hardware store.

Jiang Yuan had to enter the backyard of the hardware store to see a dim but spacious factory building.

The most conspicuous thing is a CNC machine tool, and there are also lathes, boring machines and other machines that look very old, and I don’t know how many hands...

A large number of express boxes are piled up in a corner of the factory building, and various machined parts are exposed inside, such as gun barrels, butts, gas gauges, pump handles, pressure valves, screws, gaskets, etc. can be seen.On the brighter side, on a few tables wrapped in black leather, several unassembled air guns can be seen with the naked eye.

"So arrogant?" Jiang Yuan was surprised.The entire shopping street in Wenxiang is as big as a thousand corpses. Now there are hundreds of policemen piled up. The police force is so exaggerated that they are still producing firearms. It is a bit uncautious.

Chen Fan said dejectedly, "I'm about to clean up."

"How do you clean up? Are there any non-prohibited things in this factory?" Liu Jinghui snorted, nodded casually, and said, "You have more than a dozen assembled guns here, and there are so many parts. How can you do this? What more? Crazy."

Chen Fan muttered, but didn't say anything. He wanted to defend himself, but he was a little afraid of being beaten.

An hour ago, he was a happy hardware store owner, and now, seeing prison life beckoning, the change of mood is difficult to describe.

And he has more fears in his heart.

Both fluke and flustered.

Liu Jinghui put on a serious look and said, "As I told you earlier, don't think about confronting us. Confrontation is not good for you. You know how guns are identified, right? If it exceeds 2 joules per square centimeter, even if it is It's guns, do you know how many guns there are?"

Chen Fan trembled, but still didn't say anything.

Liu Jinghui chuckled, in the past, he would have asked someone to take Chen Fan down.But this time, his target is not Chen Fan, but the much more important serial murder gang, so the most important thing now is to get Chen Fan to speak up.

After pondering for a moment, Liu Jinghui said: "If you don't speak, then I will tell you. In our gun management measures, this is how the parts of guns are determined. The parts that can form a set are counted as one firearm. No As for the set, it will be calculated as [-] pieces, and your own factory, tell me, how many parts are there?"

Chen Fan trembled all over, and looked at Liu Jinghui in disbelief.

Liu Jinghui looked at Chen Fan with regretful eyes.

Liu Jinghui actually lied. The calculation method he mentioned was the identification method when guns were smuggled, not the identification method when guns were manufactured.

But Chen Fan obviously didn't do much research on this aspect.

Liu Jinghui successfully tried to reach this conclusion, and was immediately convinced.

According to his plan, if Chen Fan is knowledgeable and knows that in the criminal law, the identification of parts of illegally manufactured firearms is different from the identification of parts of smuggled firearms, then he will act as a black face and hand over the interrogation to others .

Looking at it now, Chen Fan doesn't know how to do it, which means that he is a young man who has never been reformed in a prison. As expected, he still has a huge shortcoming on the road to crime, so it's not a lie.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Jinghui took a screw from the table next to him, and said, "If you have so many parts here, if I count them all for you, and make them all according to the standards of firearms, how many guns do you have?" ? You will eat until you die in prison."

Chen Fan raised his head with difficulty, his face turned pale.

Jiang Yuan looked at him, only feeling a little depressed.He obviously has the ability to independently process mechanical products and has the ability to make money, but he uses it to process firearms. He has already started to process and manufacture firearms, and he doesn't even read the articles related to the criminal law-of course, if he reads it, he might stop processing it. Made guns.

Liu Jinghui continued: "There are so many of us, we didn't come here to arrest you alone. You cooperate well with us and tell the upper and lower families to come out. If the parts on your side can be counted as common parts, I will give them to you." You count as a common piece..."

Chen Fan seemed to have grasped at straws, and hurriedly said: "That's right, these parts of mine are used for processing other things, not for making guns."

"It doesn't matter what you say." Liu Jinghui looked at him coldly.

Chen Fan lowered his head again under the tens of seconds of Liu Jinghui's gaze.

Liu Jinghui struck while the iron was hot, and directly took Chen Fan to the Wenxiang police station, put him on the "tiger stool", and began interrogating impatiently.

The tiger stool is a bit like an older baby's eating chair, that is, the wrists, ankles, wrists and back are all tied. The baby chair is for fear that the child will fall down while eating, and the tiger stool is for fear that the suspect will be emotional and suddenly do something irrational.

Liu Chu's interrogation skills are not very good within the scope of the provincial department, but when dealing with criminals like Chen Fan who have never been in a detention center, they are really too good.

In just one or two hours, Chen Fan sold his upper family and lower family like beans in a bamboo tube.

At this time, Chen Fan thought that he was arrested because of making guns.

Liu Jinghui drank his own saliva, adjusted his mood, and stabbed the deadliest sword of the day: "You have made so many air guns, didn't you think about hunting?"

"No... just once in a while, to hit a rabbit or something." Chen Fan didn't dare to deny it completely, and said it cautiously.

"We found more than rabbits from your house." Liu Jinghui prepared for this sword for a long time, and Chen Fan could not easily dodge it.

"No, definitely not..."

"It's a trivial matter, it's meaningless for you to lie." Liu Jinghui frowned suddenly, as if he had been unfairly treated.

Chen Fan quickly recalled, did he still have unfinished pheasant left in his refrigerator?

He often goes up the mountain to hunt, not only hunting with his uncle, but also occasionally going up the mountain to try out guns.When we got to the mountains, we would naturally shoot whatever we saw, and it was impossible to see a pheasant without shooting.

The more times you hunt, the more uneaten prey you have accumulated.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan remembered that the medicinal wine he made contained eagles and snakes. In fact, ordinary people used poisonous snakes to make wine, and there were quite a few people in Wenxiang who used eagles to make wine. The fine was confiscated, but at this time, Chen Fan felt that he could only admit a little more.

Under Liu Jinghui's gaze, Chen Fan pretended to be generous and said: "If you admit it, you will admit it. I have also shot eagles and made wine."

"What about?"

"I also shot birds, just a few sparrows."

"Then think about it again..."

After Liu Jinghui got a lot of prey out of the routine, he slowly used the second epee today: "Where did you hit these things?"

Chen Fan didn't know why, so he forcibly replied, "It's our hometown."

"Wenxiang, are there any distribution of these animals?" Liu Jinghui looked into his eyes.

Chen Fan was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

"Have you ever been to Wulong Mountain?"

"No." Chen Fan shook his head immediately, his movements were much faster than before, obviously more intense.

Then he began to explain: "Wulong Mountain is a nature reserve, I will definitely not go there. I will just walk around my house."

Liu Jinghui's expression was serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Have you never been to Wulong Mountain? We found a mineral water bottle with your fingerprints in Wulong Mountain."

At this time, Chen Fan suddenly remembered that he was caught because of his fingerprints, and his face turned pale. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to rush out, but after struggling, he felt that his hands and feet were tied.

His back was cold, his face was pale, and he looked at the big words in the interrogation room: confession is lenient, resistance is strict.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I, I..."

"Let's talk after we think about it." Liu Jinghui had already sensed some of Chen Fan's thoughts through Chen Fan's expression. At this moment, it seemed that he wanted to lie, so he was interrupted directly.

Chen Fan kept silent.

Liu Jinghui let the atmosphere in the interrogation room freeze, and after a while, he asked softly, "How many did you kill?"

Chen Fan's heart trembled, and he panicked.

"If you don't tell me, I'll count it all for you..."

"That won't work!" Chen Fan felt that he had figured it out, swallowed, and said cautiously: "I'm just an errand runner, really, I should be regarded as a witness, just like a tainted witness."

There is no such concept as a tainted witness in China.Liu Jinghui naturally didn't explain much, just looked at Chen Fan, and said, "Then what did you see?"

"I just... saw them killing people." Chen Fan's voice was low, but his emotions were extremely strong.

Chen Fan also accumulated great psychological pressure on witnessing the murder.

Jiang Yuan was standing outside the interrogation room at the moment, watching the surveillance video, listening seemingly calmly, turning a fountain pen in his hand from time to time, very neatly.His fingers were long and slender, and the pen turned like a fan disc. Hearing the suspect's words, the pen in Jiang Yuan's hand dropped, and it fell to the ground with a thud. He bent down to pick it up, and stood up. At this moment, my heart fell back to its original place.

(End of this chapter)