Criminal Investigation Files

On the fifth day after Chen Yanqiu's body was found, Zhang Congyun was taken to the interrogation room of the Nancheng Bureau.He is also the first suspect in the case.

Song Wen looked at the old man in front of him through the glass window of the observation room. Under the light of the interrogation room, his face was sullen, and the wrinkles and grooves on his face were more obvious, making it hard to see what was going on in his heart.

Today Song Wen asked Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia to inquire first. Compared with him and the gentle-looking Lu Siyu, Fu Linjiang looked more like a policeman in ordinary people's perception, and Lao Jia also seemed less talkative because of his age. He hoped that Can give the old man some coercion.

The interrogation did not go smoothly. It has been more than two hours since the interrogation started, and the information provided by the old man is very limited.Fu Linjiang asked many questions, but he was silent, and when he asked urgently, he said he didn't know.

During the intermission, when Lao Jia came out to pour water, he said: "Captain Song, this old man is just pretending to be deaf and dumb because of his age. He doesn't know anything when asked."

Lu Siyu bit his nails and looked at the white record book in front of him. From morning until now, he didn't record anything of value.

Zhu Xiao knocked on the door and entered the interrogation room: "Captain Song, you asked me to check Zhang Congyun's whereabouts during the time of Chen Yanqiu's death. Then I found this." He handed Song Wen a piece of printing paper, on which was Zhang Congyun's round-trip ticket to his hometown for the Chinese New Year.

Song Wen opened it and looked at it. He went back with Zhang Lili and her granddaughter: "Have you checked the information?"

Zhu Xiao nodded and said: "I've checked it. During that time, he was in his hometown. I called his relatives to check. Zhang Congyun's hometown is in Lizhou. It takes more than ten hours to go back and forth by train. He can confirm that time. Never left."

Chen Yanqiu's body turned into a mummy, and the police could only draw an approximate time zone based on the results of Lin Xiuran's autopsy and the results of Fu Linjiang's visit to the hotel owner to prove that he was killed during this period.

Now, Zhang Congyun's travel information just covers this period of time.This discovery means that Zhang Congyun has a sufficient alibi to prove that he is not the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, or at least not the direct murderer.

Lao Jia also came over to look at the information: "I didn't think clearly about one point. Since he is not the murderer and has a sufficient alibi, why did we interrogate him for so long and he didn't say it? This is not a waste of each other. time?"

Lu Siyu thought for a while, looked at Zhang Congyun who bowed his head in the interrogation room and said: "He doesn't use this to defend himself, probably because he doesn't know the exact time of Chen Yanqiu's death."

Old Jia said: "So, this old man is really not a murderer?"

"I checked their information. Zhang Congyun once had a son who died young, and Chen Yanqiu also lost his father at an early age. Maybe the two people have empathized with each other during the subtle communication process." Lu Siyu said while fiddling with the pen in his hand. He said softly, "We can question the strangeness of this relationship and feel that his behavior is suspicious, but without direct evidence, we can't say anything from a legal or professional point of view."

Zhu Xiao asked: "In other words, if the communication process between Zhang Congyun and Chen Yanqiu is not directly related to Chen Yanqiu's death, even if there are doubts about Zhang Congyun, we can't detain him for too long?"

Song Wen nodded, "If Zhang Congyun is not the murderer, a few hours of detention is already the limit." At this point, he frowned slightly and said, "I still have some things I can't figure out. Why did he lie before?"

In his heart, Song Wen didn't want to let Zhang Congyun go easily, he always felt that there were doubts about this person that could not be explained clearly.

As a person involved in a case, the testimony of witnesses is often mixed with lies, and identifying lies is also one of their daily tasks.

But people lie for a reason.

Some people are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and have been told or threatened.The matter may not necessarily implicate them, they think that if they don't mention it or say a lie, there will be no trouble; some people lie to hide information, protect family members, relatives, or have other purposes; This situation is the most irritating, but it is also very common. Those people don't tell you for whatever reason.It seems that by making trouble in other people's work, they can get pleasure.They are purely hostile to the police, with hatred, and do not want the case to be solved.

What kind of situation does Zhang Congyun belong to?What is his concern, the reason why he hides the truth?

Song Wen thought for a while, stood up and stopped Lao Jia who was about to go back to the interrogation room, "I'll ask this time myself."

Lao Jia nodded, happy to relax, Song Wen took the hot potato, turned and went out, and pushed open the door of the interrogation room.

Seeing him coming in, Zhang Congyun raised his head to look at him.The interrogation room was silent for a while, except for the hum of the exhaust fan.

"I know you may not be the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, but..." Song Wen put a stack of surveillance photos taken from near the Ruyi Hotel on the table: "There are witnesses and evidence, and you still want to say, don't you?" Do you know Chen Yanqiu?"

Zhang Congyun sat there quietly, looked down at a few photos on the table, and finally said: "The previous photos are not very clear. I am old and have a bad memory, so I forgot."

The light from the interrogation room fell from the ceiling, and his eyelids drooped, casting a shadow on the lower rim of his eyes.He is not as grumpy as before at home, but he can still hear his reluctance to cooperate from his words.

Song Wen sat next to Fu Linjiang, "We are only investigating the cause of Chen Yanqiu's death now. You are the person he had contacted before he died, and the person who knew that he was still alive. If you are not the murderer, I hope you can provide us Relevant clues. Let us be able to solve this case." This opening was frank enough, Song Wen almost showed all the cards, he paused and asked, "When did you know him?"

This time, Zhang Congyun was silent for a moment, and replied, "It was after the car accident."

In the observation room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Siyu finally started recording. As long as Zhang Congyun is willing to cooperate, he can ask for some information.

"...Did he approach you as Zhang Rui?"

"No." Zhang Congyun shook his head and denied this, "I know that he had something to do with my wife's car accident. I also know that he wasn't the one who actually hit and killed my wife."

"How did you know?"

"He told me." Zhang Congyun's voice was calm and hoarse, as if without emotion, "After my wife died, one day, I suddenly received a call. The person on the phone said that he could tell me The hidden story about my wife’s car accident. I went there, and this person appeared.” Zhang Congyun said this, pointing to the photo on the desktop, “Then I met that young man, and he told me the whole process of the car accident. He He was in a group and received this task, and he didn't expect that things would develop like this."

"And then?" Song Wen asked.

"At first I hated him, wishing I could beat him up, or kill him. Because of his existence, the real murderer who killed my wife was not punished. I don't even know now, which bastard killed him My wife’s death should not be used as a way for him to make money.” Zhang Congyun leaned back in his chair when he said this, “He said he was willing to pay me compensation, but I didn’t. I asked him who the murderer was Who. But he, like me, didn't know much about the whole thing. Before I beat him, he passed out by himself. I had no choice but to take him to a nearby clinic."

"So, that's all you have to do, forgive him?"

Zhang Congyun looked down at his hands: "I know he is very sick, and death will happen sooner or later. What can I do? My wife is dead, and I have received compensation. I can't be stuck in that car accident forever Here, I still have my own life."

Fu Linjiang asked: "Knowing that someone was responsible for the car accident, why didn't you call the police?"

"How do you know I haven't been there?" Zhang Congyun looked at Fu Linjiang and said with a sneer, "I went to the traffic bureau and said there was something wrong with the car accident. You know what the people there asked me." He paused After a while, they continued, "They didn't ask me where I knew it or what evidence I had, but asked me if the compensation was not enough."

Such a result is indeed chilling.

Song Wen continued to ask: "You took Chen Yanqiu to the clinic to see a doctor, it seems that you went more than once."

"The second time was because he got sick in the small hotel and felt that he was going to die. He called me and begged me to forgive him before he died, otherwise he would not be at ease when he died. I sympathized with him a little bit, for He didn't know about the topping bag at the beginning, and... he was still a child, younger than my daughter. I can't just leave him alone."

"Where did the model of the South City Tower in your house come from?"

Zhang Congyun raised his head and looked at Song Wen: "Officer, I know what you are thinking. We are not very close. After I bought him medicine, he finally got better. I told him that day that my wife will not die until he dies." I refused his monetary compensation for not climbing the South City Tower, and he wanted to buy one to compensate me.” Having said that, Zhang Congyun’s eyes finally moved, “Actually, until yesterday, when you came to me, I didn’t Know that he is dead. His death has nothing to do with me."

Song Wen asked: "The last time we went to your house, why did you lie to us?"

"Because I don't want these things to disrupt my life anymore. Besides, I'm a little scared..."

Song Wen asked: "What are you afraid of?"

"A person you know, talked to, and had dinner with, suddenly someone tells you that he died, and the death is not clear, and you don't know who killed him. Isn't that scary? People's instinctive reaction is to say that this matter has nothing to do with them, right?" Zhang Congyun raised his head to look at them, "And, you policemen, shouldn't you first find out who the murderer of my wife was?"

Song Wen looked directly at him and said: "When the case is in my hands, I will investigate it clearly. I will investigate your wife's death and Chen Yanqiu's death clearly and clearly."

"Heh." Looking at them, the old man sneered as if he didn't believe what Song Wen said.Song Wen didn't speak, but he understood his frustration. The case happened half a year ago. At that time, he might have hoped that the police could give him an answer.

"Is what you're saying true?" Fu Linjiang didn't believe him.

Zhang Congyun raised his head slightly: "Did my answer dissatisfy you? You can torture me to make me admit that I am his murderer."

"What else do you know?" Fu Linjiang continued to ask.

"My story has already been told, and I really don't know anything about the rest." Zhang Congyun closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while, "Can you tell me how...he died? "

Song Wen hesitated, and told him: "At the end of last year, when the Spring Festival was about to be celebrated, he was stabbed in the chest with a knife, and was found in a chemical factory after his death."

Zhang Congyun nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After being detained for six hours, Zhang Congyun signed and was allowed to leave.

Lu Siyu sent him out.It is summer now, but during the day, he is wearing a jacket and long trousers.After leaving the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Zhang Congyun walked all the way to the opposite bus station, then sat down, his back bent, his body curled up, the wind blowing his hair, the silver strands were more than the black hair, only then did he It makes people really feel that he is just an old man whose wife died.

Across the passing traffic, Zhang Congyun looked up at Lu Siyu who sent him out, and their eyes met for a second.At that moment, his eyes were full of vicissitudes and fatigue, but after that, there was a kind of stubbornness as sharp as a sword.

Lu Siyu wanted to see more clearly, but was blocked by several cars approaching. When those cars left, the opposite platform was empty.

At the same time, in the Nancheng City Bureau, Song Wen had just packed up his things and came out of the observation room of the interrogation room, when Zhu Xiao came over and said, "Captain Song, I just saw that the transfer list of Team Xu seems to include Lu Siyu's name. I wrote it down..."

Xu Changying couldn't get around it no matter what, Song Wen got up and said, "You guys continue to investigate the case, I'll go to the special case team to communicate."