Breaking Through the Clouds

"You used fake Adelaide to lure students to take drugs, and you extracted a lot of fingerprints from the drug-making equipment found on the roof of your rental house, and you got all the stolen goods. What else is there to say?!"

"I don't know what police officer you're talking about. Those things are all waste products I picked up. I don't know what kind of drug making equipment they are."

"Don't be stubborn and stubborn, you can get a leniency if you tell me honestly, no one can save you if you talk too hard!"

"Haha, police officers, are you trying to use me for the final performance of the season? Manufacturing and selling drugs is a capital crime. Are you trying to trick me into pleading guilty?"

……

Outside the single-sided glass of the interrogation room, Yan Yan was wearing a Bluetooth headset, with his back to the interrogation scene behind him.

He untied the bandages on his hands in the rushing water, and stretched his bruised fingers under the faucet, and the coagulated blood immediately turned into red water and flowed away along the fingertips.

The cold pain was like thousands of fine needles piercing into the bone marrow, but he didn't seem to feel it, he didn't even move his eyebrows, and listened intently to the conversation coming from the earphone:

"If you confessed to the accomplice in the back seat of the car on the night of the [-] incident and provided important clues to our police investigation, the court may not give you a lighter sentence!"

"What accomplice? That's a hitchhiker, I don't know him at all."

"Then tell me now is this hitchhiker a man or a woman, how old is he, what are his physical characteristics, and in what form did he pay?"

"Forget, I can't remember anything."

……

"Damn it, the mouth of this dead duck is really hard." Ma Xiang said angrily: "It's been more than eight hours of exhausting interrogation since last night. Either he doesn't know or he forgot. I really want to—"

Yan Mo didn't even lift her eyelids: "What do you want to do?

Ma Xiang swallowed, and seeing that Qin Chuan was the only outsider in the small room, he furtively winked at Yan Xie: "I asked the intern to cut off the surveillance, Brother Yan, let's do something?"

Qin Chuan raised his head in the reflection of the glass and said with a smile, "Yo, I didn't hear anything."

"Means," Yan Yan snorted, wiped his hands slowly with a snow-white towel, and asked, "What means?"

"Tsk, hit your stomach with a pillow! Leave the back of the handcuffed chair empty for the night! I heard that you can't see any scars. I guarantee that he will..."

Yan Yan interrupted him: "Is this called a means?"

Ma Xiang blinked his big innocent eyes.

"I'll tell you what means." Yan Yan said, "Man cut his hair and mixed it with milk tea to force him to drink. He shone high light on his eyes and kept him awake for three days. Burned needles were injected into his armpits and knees. If it’s not enough, take two high-wattage electric light bulbs and roast his left and right temples at the same time, or use the Yankee’s method of dealing with members of the base to push the suspect down and directly water torture , Someone once implemented it like this, and then..."

The muscles of Ma Xiang's entire face were already stiff, and he trembled after a long while: "...then...?"

Yan Xie slapped him across the face, and said angrily, "Then the new China was established in October 1949! You idiot!"

Qin Chuan burst into unscrupulous laughter.

"It's okay, don't use those garbage official accounts!" Yan Yan reprimanded Ma Xiang who was trembling: "We are not some corner police station, but a municipal public security bureau with a sub-provincial system. How many pairs of eyes are staring at you? If you monitor others, you don’t know anything? What a joke!”

Ma Xiang felt very aggrieved, "Then what should I do if he is beaten to death and doesn't explain..."

"Let's not talk about whether the confession forced by the above methods can be accepted, but say that in one in ten million cases, Hu Weisheng is really innocent. He really picked up the drug-making tools and sold them as waste products, and someone else killed Feng Yuguang. ——How many years later will the injustice be found out, will you pay for his life or should I pay for his life?"

Ma Xiang didn't dare to talk back anymore, so he just hummed resentfully: "...I got the confession within an hour, anyway, I'm not the one who issued the military order to Bureau Wei..."

Just as Yan Yan opened his mouth to scold, the door was pushed open suddenly, and Gou Li rushed in with agility that was extremely disproportionate to his tonnage, holding up the kraft paper bag in his hand: "Here we come! Hurry up! The magic weapon you want is ready! "

Yan Xie took it immediately, and glanced into the paper bag.

Ma Xiang asked curiously, "A magic weapon?"

Ma Xiang stretched his neck, and even Qin Chuan couldn't help looking this way, but Yan Yan pushed him back one by one, grabbed the paper bag with a clatter, and gave Gou Li a thumbs up: "It's okay, Gou, I think there is no problem with this wave—then someone will open the door and let me in."

Gou Li said modestly, "It's easy to say, Old Wei."

Yan Yan: "..."

Qin Chuan patted Yan Xie on the shoulder: "Come in, old Wei."

Yan Yan: "You..."

Ma Xiang: "I'm optimistic about you, Brother Wei."

Yan Yan was furious: "You are Viagra!"

The door clicked, and Hu Weisheng raised his head, revealing his bloodshot eyes.

The interrogating policeman stood up and called Brother Yan. Yan waved his hand to signal them to go out, then pulled away the folding chair behind the iron table, sat down, and threw a cigarette on the table:

"Come on."

Hu Weisheng moved, but he didn't answer. He smiled hoarsely and said, "What's the matter, police officer, is the bad guy here?"

Hu Weisheng has been to the palace several times, and he may be more familiar with these interrogation techniques than ordinary policemen.Yan Xie knew that he had wasted enough words, so he didn't make false claims anymore, and said bluntly: "My surname is Yan, and I am the deputy head of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Municipal Bureau. The work of the detachment is under my control."

Hu Weisheng narrowed his eyes.

This person is only in his 40s, but he has accumulated a bunch of wrinkles early on, and every wrinkle hides ignorant cunning and viciousness.

"Smoke it, don't be nervous." Yan Yan said, he also lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and let out a breath of relaxation: "I don't want to harm you, such a big city bureau, even if I want to drug you No one dares to do it, don't worry."

Yan Xie's voice was deep and tough, with a strong masculine aura, but also a natural indifference, as if he didn't care much about anything.

Hu Weisheng's cloudy eyes flickered a few times, although he hesitated, he finally picked up the cigarette, lit it up with trembling hands, and immediately took a long drag intoxicated.

"Good cigarettes," he murmured, "Do all of you who eat public meals smoke such good cigarettes?"

Yan Yan said happily: "Only relying on the police's salary, I should starve to death the next day after I get paid."

——This is so misleading. Hu Weisheng thought he was really implying something. He didn't expect the police to dare to say such a thing in a place like the interrogation room, where there are surveillance and video recordings. He couldn't help showing a little surprise.

Yan Xie didn't explain, just smiled.

"And you, you also know that you can't be acquitted. It's just a matter of death reprieve or being shot. To be honest, Feng Yuguang died of taking the medicine you sold, and now the main responsibility lies with you and your accomplices. Body—as long as you honestly record your statement according to what I said, I guarantee that you will be able to smoke such good cigarettes every day in prison for the rest of your life; but if you continue to protect your accomplices, I can only personally send you to the execution ground."

"What accomplice? As I said, he is a hitchhiker!" Hu Weisheng said firmly.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Yan said indifferently, "Don't be stubborn, we've already caught him."

Hu Weisheng was taken aback.

"—You must want to ask, why did we catch him and interrogate you?"

"..."

Yan Xie sighed, and seemed a little sympathetic: "Because it's useless to interrogate him, he can't speak anymore, let's see."

Yan Xie took out a photo from the kraft paper bag and threw it over lightly. Hu Weisheng lowered his head, his pupils constricted, and blurted out: "How is it possible?!"

——That was taken by the forensic doctor at the scene of the corpse dump on the highway. It had been crushed countless times, and the corpse was completely unrecognizable!

"Fuck," Ma Xiang behind the one-sided glass clapped his hands: "Brother Yan, this move is ingenious!"

"Impossible! This is not...you, you...!"

The handcuffs and chains rattled, Hu Weisheng blushed, and the strength of his struggle almost made him fall out of the iron chair. The criminal police outside were about to rush in immediately, but Yan Xie covered the photo with his backhand and restrained it with his eyes. The actions of the men.

"Who is this? I don't know him at all!" Hu Weisheng calmed down strangely, and roared, "I...have never seen this person at all! You police just randomly found traffic accident pictures to intimidate and induce confessions. I want to sue you!"

Ma Xiang said: "Fuck, this grandson is quite clever, what should I do?"

"Don't panic," Qin Chuan crossed his arms, and a strange light flickered behind the lens: "You brother Yan still has another trick."

"Threatening you? There's no need." Yan Yan smiled and said, "Guess who silenced him?"

"..." Hu Weisheng's chest rose and fell, like an old fox who was extremely vigilant.

Yan Yan leaned back gently on the back of the chair, raised his chin slightly, and separated his legs naturally.He knows that this posture makes him look very comfortable and stretched. What this posture conveys to the outside world is a trace of invisible aura, and overwhelming and impeccable self-confidence.

——This is what he learned from Jiang Ting.

The only difference is that Jiang Ting has the confidence to support his casual attitude, which is the psychological advantage formed by information asymmetry.Yan Xie knew that he didn't have it, but he had to make Hu Weisheng feel that he had it.

"Mute..." Hu Weisheng subconsciously said.

"Yes," Yan Xie said, "Although there is no evidence now, the police have preliminarily determined that the murderer's purpose of killing is related to it."

Hu Weisheng's eyes couldn't help looking at Yan Mao's hand that was stretched into the kraft paper bag. The next second, he saw Yan Mao slowly take out a package of evidence bags sealed with light blue powdery objects.

"What is that, drugs?" Ma Xiang asked curiously, "Hasn't the physical evidence been robbed by criminals at gunpoint?"

Gou Li stood facing the wind, his face was terrified: "Copper hydroxide."

Ma Xiang: "..."

Qin Chuan raised his forehead and said, "You guys are wicked enough..."

"You carefully hid this bag of drugs on the roof of the building, not just to beware of the police." Yan Xie lifted the evidence bag under Hu Weisheng's deadly gaze, shook it, and said in a calm and flat tone: "Old Hu, what do you think? The police didn’t catch you as a drug dealer, so they can kill you for other crimes like they did in Gongzhou back then? If I were you, I would rather Ma Liu confess all his accomplices, and then sentence you to a lifelong prison. Serving for 20 years is better than being smashed into meat paste by [-] or [-] trucks lined up as soon as you walk out of the gate of the detention center, what do you think?"

Hu Weisheng froze when the bag of key evidence appeared, and his face became extremely pale.

The cigarette burned quietly, and the burning butt fell gently on his hand.

If it was said that the victory and defeat just now were barely counted as five or five points, at this time Yan Xie knew that he had already gained the absolute upper hand.

But not enough.

Threats are not enough to completely destroy a person's psychological defenses.The law is the bottom line of morality. People who are able to commit crimes are psychologically different from ordinary people. Simple intimidation may be effective temporarily, but once the other party has the recollection, they will become more desperate and "hard-faced".

Yan Yao leaned forward slowly, staring into Hu Weisheng's pupils.

"Our police are also very tired in handling cases. Your case is rushed by the superiors, and it is actually of no benefit. You are reluctant to let any branch handle it." Yan Xie stopped, staring at every change in Hu Weisheng's expression, and said softly : "Fortunately, your accomplice is dead. It's much easier to deal with a dead person than a living person. If you are sensible, you should record your statement obediently. Don't let me teach you. You know how to record it yourself."

Qin Chuan knocked on the glass of the interrogation room with his index knuckles, and softly instructed Ma Xiang: "Go to the monitoring room and tell the technology later, tell them it was me, and let them cut this video."

Ma Xiang asked in a low voice: "Why? Everyone knows that Brother Yan is just playing psychological tactics with him..."

Qin Chuan interrupted him with a sharp look: "Do as I say!"

Ma Xiang immediately raised his head and raised his chest: "Yes!"

Hu Weisheng's eyes dodged fiercely, and he could see the extremely complicated psychological struggle at the moment just from his sitting posture.But Yan Xie didn't press any more, instead he leaned back again and opened a distance, like an experienced and ruthless hunter.

"I don't believe it..." Hu Weisheng's lips trembled slightly, and he said, "You blackmail me, the police want to blackmail me..."

"It doesn't matter if you refuse to cooperate obediently. Do you remember the Liu Xue case?"

Hu Weisheng's face changed: "Do you want to—"

Yan Xie said, "Liu Xue is in my hands."

Yan Xie is like an old hand holding a shotgun close to the trap, looking down from a height on his prey, which has nowhere to escape, a little bit of despair, but still dying.

"What do you want? That little girl's case has been settled." Hu Weisheng finally squeezed out words from his chapped lips, his voice slightly unsteady: "Yes, I'm daring, but I'm going to talk to the Gongzhou police. I've made it clear, and I've already paid the price in jail! What else do you want? Ah? Are you so casually wronging people when handling cases?!"

"——It's settled." Yan Yan smiled, and teased: "Can't the settled case be overturned?"

If Yan Xie stopped being a policeman, with his mother's good face, he could be a singer or an actor with any investment from his family.But it is difficult for him to become popular, mainly because he is too aggressive from his appearance to his aura. Even when he is smiling, he looks like a male wolf who has just grown up and drank blood and is lazily licking his paws. Unable to love.

Hu Weisheng no longer smokes, his chest is constantly heaving, and his wet forehead is bulging with blue veins. Based on Yan Yan's experience in handling cases, he can even infer his current heartbeat from his breathing rate at a glance.

"What crimes have I committed? I've given them to the Gongzhou police. Don't threaten me. I'm innocent. I don't know anything. The host police can prove that I didn't really rape that little girl..."

Yan Xie said, "The host police? Do you mean Jiang Ting?"

Hu Weisheng's expression seemed to be pressed against his forehead by the barrel of a gun.

"Jiang Ting is dead." Yan Xi seemed to be very happy, the corners of his mouth widened slowly.With his middle knuckles, he tapped the scene picture on the desktop, and there was a soft bang, as if he had fired the last fatal bullet at the prey:

"—and died like this. I was run over more than 20 times on the highway."

"Who is Jiang Ting? Brother Yan said he was killed by whom?" Ma Xiang stared at the interrogation room, full of questions: "Who is Liu Xue? Brother Yan is exposing the previous case of this Hu ?”

Qin Chuan had a strange expression on his face, but he didn't answer.

"Little Ma," Gou Li patted Ma Xiang on the shoulder, sighed, "Why don't you stop doing criminal investigation and come to the forensic department to do odd jobs, it's good..."

The temperature in the interrogation room was not high, but Hu Weisheng kept sweating, and his back was drenched in a short while.

Yan Xie thoughtfully handed over the cigarettes and lighter, and asked, "Another one?"

Hu Weisheng stared at the cigarette for a long time, like a drifter staring at the only straw in front of him.After an unknown amount of time, he finally moved, as if he had made some kind of decision in an extremely chaotic situation, and raised his hand to take the cigarette.

The flames rose up, and Hu Weisheng exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"...If the Gongzhou case is uncovered again, I will be killed in the detention center," Hu Weisheng let out a vague laugh, but it was hard to tell whether it was bitterness or irony.

"When I do things, I'm kind. That little girl is like that, and I didn't mess with her. I even sent her to the clinic. If you want me to throw her anywhere and bury her, which bastard can catch me?"

The last few words of these words revealed a deep sense of stupidity and arrogance, but Yan Mao seemed to have never heard of it, and even praised: "That's the truth."

"Hey," Hu Weisheng laughed again: "Officer Yan, it's strange that you are a bigger official than Jiang, and you are indeed more particular about things than him."

Yan Yan didn't tell him that Jiang Ting finally became the leader of the detachment: "Oh, how should I say it?"

"Jiang's tricks are like a woman's. He doesn't beat you, he doesn't scold you, he likes to torture people with low temperature and high temperature. Let’s go, the exchange pipe is freezing, and the air outlet is spraying ice balls on your head and face, and you are sprayed so hard that you can’t even breathe on the interrogation chair... Every time you see him interrogating, no matter how hard the prisoner is, he will be afraid.”

"If you are willing to say anything, he will be in a better mood, and will bite you like a dog. When you are in a bad mood, there will be tricks. It is also like a dog, and you can do whatever you want Hu Weisheng looked up at the air conditioner, squinted his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Is he dead? Are there any photos?"

Yan Xie did not answer this question, but asked: "You were convicted of attempted rape because of Jiang Ting's efforts. He is helping you, why is he still torturing you?"

Hu Weisheng blurted out: "Fart! He's the one who wants me to be shot! If it wasn't for his brother—"

Immediately afterwards, Hu Weisheng seemed to suddenly realize something, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"His brother?" Yan Yan's eyelids twitched slightly: "Jiang Ting has a brother?"