The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

The police also conducted an in-depth investigation of the bar owner's financial situation to check whether there were any abnormal fund flows to determine whether he had gained benefits from illegal activities. Xiao Zhang, the police officer in charge of the financial investigation, had red eyes as he carefully compared every account. In addition, the bar's employees and regular customers were questioned one by one to understand the bar owner's daily behavior and whether there were any abnormal behaviors. Xiao Liu, the police officer in charge of the questioning, patiently communicated with everyone and did not miss any possible clues.

After obtaining certain evidence, the police arrested the bar owner. In the interrogation room, the bar owner initially refused to admit that he was the murderer, and said in a tough manner: "You arrested the wrong person, I didn't do anything!" His eyes revealed a trace of panic, but he still pretended to be calm.

Zhao Hongzhi looked at him with a stern gaze and said, "The evidence is all in front of you, and you still want to quibble?" Zhao Hongzhi's voice was steady and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.

The bar owner turned his head away, avoiding Zhao Hongzhi's gaze, and muttered, "I don't know what you are talking about. I am being wronged." His hands were shaking unconsciously.

Zhao Hongzhi slammed the table and shouted, "Stop pretending! Do you think we can't find out the connection between your bar and those victims, and your unusual whereabouts?" Zhao Hongzhi's expression was angry, and the blue veins on his forehead were slightly bulging.

The bar owner's body trembled slightly, but he still said stubbornly: "What does that prove? I run a bar, people come and go, it's normal to have contact." His voice became sharp, trying to defend himself.

Zhao Hongzhi sneered: "Normal? Then explain to me why your phone was located near the crime scene during the time when the victim was killed?" Zhao Hongzhi folded his hands in front of his chest, his eyes sharp.

The bar owner's face turned pale and he stammered, "That...that was a coincidence. I just happened to pass by." His forehead began to sweat and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.

Zhao Hongzhi raised his voice: "Coincidence? Several coincidences in a row? Do you think we are fools? Also, how do you explain the bloody knife we ​​found in your bar?" Zhao Hongzhi's voice echoed in the interrogation room, full of oppression.

The bar owner's forehead began to sweat and his voice began to tremble: "That...that is not my knife." His eyes flickered and he did not dare to look Zhao Hongzhi in the eye.

Zhao Hongzhi pressed on: "It's not yours? Why are there your fingerprints on it?" Zhao Hongzhi approached the bar owner and stared at him.

The bar owner was silent for a while, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Someone framed me. Yes, someone deliberately put that knife to frame me!" He became agitated and began to roar loudly.

Zhao Hongzhi glared at him: "Framed? Who would frame you? Tell me clearly!" Zhao Hongzhi's voice was full of doubt.

The bar owner lowered his head again and said nothing. His body curled up in the chair, as if he had lost all his strength.

Zhao Hongzhi slowed down his tone and said, "If you confess now, you can still get a chance for a lighter sentence. Otherwise, only severe punishment by law awaits you." There was a hint of admonition in Zhao Hongzhi's tone.

The bar owner raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of hesitation. His lips trembled slightly, and he was having a fierce struggle in his heart.

Zhao Hongzhi struck while the iron was hot: "Think about your family, think about your future. Do you want to keep denying it like this and put yourself in an irretrievable situation?" Zhao Hongzhi's words hit the bar owner's soft spot.

The bar owner finally couldn't bear it anymore. He held his head in his hands and cried, "It's me, I am the murderer. Those people were just a nuisance and blocked my way to wealth. I acted on impulse..." His crying was full of regret and despair.

Zhao Hongzhi let out a long sigh and said, "Tell me the details."

The bar owner sobbed and began to tell the story of the crime and the reasons behind it. It turned out that the bar owner had a feud with one of the victims because of a business dispute. In order to get revenge, he carefully planned this series of murders. But he insisted that he knew nothing about the circular symbol on the back of the neck of the corpse.

After the bar owner successfully turned the tables, Zhao Hongzhi was still bothered by the circular symbols on the back of the necks of the five corpses.

Zhao Hongzhi sat in his office, frowning, his pen moving across the paper. His eyes were filled with confusion and contemplation, "Why did the bar owner know nothing about this circular symbol? Is he really not the mastermind behind it? Or is he deliberately hiding something?"

He carefully looked through the case files again, his eyes fixed on the photos of the circular symbol. "What does this symbol represent? Is it the logo of some mysterious organization? Or is it the murderer's unique killing mark? Or is it a trick to mislead us?"

Zhao Hongzhi decided to re-examine the clues of the case and called a meeting with his team members. The atmosphere in the meeting room was solemn and the team members all looked very serious.

"Although the bar owner has pleaded guilty, the mystery of the circular symbol has not yet been solved. We can't give up here and must continue to investigate in depth." Zhao Hongzhi said seriously, his voice firm and powerful.

The team members nodded and began to re-check all the information related to the victim, not missing any details that might be related to the circular symbol. The police officers in charge of the investigation worked day and night, and everyone was exhausted, but their eyes were still full of perseverance.

However, the investigation reached a deadlock and no new clues emerged. Zhao Hongzhi felt unprecedented pressure, but he firmly believed that as long as he persisted, he would be able to uncover the truth behind this mysterious symbol.

He paced back and forth in his office, thinking about his next course of action.

In a remote corner of the city where even the dim street lights cannot penetrate, a ghostly figure is lurking quietly.

His eyes, sharp as those of an eagle and filled with bone-chilling coldness, coldly locked onto every slight ripple in the police station. The faint, sarcastic sneer at the corner of his mouth seemed to be mocking all the absurdities in the world.

This man's face seemed to be carved by a thousand years of frost, so cold that it made people tremble. The coldness in his eyes was like the perpetually frozen wind in the polar regions, which could instantly freeze the surrounding air into ice. He silently stared at the busy but confused figures of Zhao Hongzhi and others, secretly wondering in his heart whether the circular symbol he carefully left behind could instantly set off their vigilance like a thunderbolt, leading them to eagerly pursue his traces.

"Humph, I thought those circular symbols that I carved carefully on the ceiling, left subtle marks under the bed, and graffitied on the wall would be like a stormy wave, instantly breaking through their fragile defenses and making them eager to follow my footsteps." He frowned, his expression filled with deep disappointment and contempt, "I didn't expect this group of seemingly smart policemen to be so stupid and slow. They didn't even step into the suspicious chess game I set up. It's really boring."

He slowly closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back to every thrilling moment when he committed the crime. The elaborately laid out, intricate scenes like a maze, the seemingly careless but actually carefully planned clues left behind, he thought it would be a thrilling battle of wits with the police.

"I thought I could indulge in watching them being as anxious as ants on a hot pan, running into walls everywhere, but judging from the current situation, their abilities are just like children playing, and they are vulnerable." An unconcealable disappointment and contempt flashed across his face in an instant, as if he was looking down on a group of ignorant and incompetent ants.

However, even though he felt bored at the moment, the twisted and burning fire of desire in his heart showed no sign of being extinguished. "Don't worry, this is just the beginning. The net I have carefully woven has just begun to emerge. Wait, you will eventually step into my deadly abyss from which there is no escape."

His thoughts involuntarily went back to the seemingly peaceful life in the past. In that secret corner where the sun was afraid to shine, endless darkness and chaos followed him everywhere. Those painful experiences buried deep in the years were like the tentacles of nightmares, tearing and devouring his fragile soul all the time. And the bottomless secret abyss in his heart was like an invisible giant mouth, ready to swallow him whole at any time.

Sometimes, he would mutter to himself in a desolate corner where everything was quiet and no one cared, as if he was violently colliding and tearing with another self hidden in the abyss of his soul. His eyes were sometimes confused and helpless like a lost lamb, and sometimes as fierce and resolute as a wolf that chooses its prey, which was creepy, but it was difficult to understand the source.

Afterwards, he disappeared silently into the darkness like a wisp of smoke blending into the night, leaving behind only the creepy circular symbol that was like a curse, lingering in the hearts of Zhao Hongzhi and his team like a ghost, and could not be driven away.