Due to timely treatment, the murderer's gunshot wound was not serious. After he was transferred to the prisoner-only ward of the detention center, Zhang Pengfei and Su Le interrogated him that night.
"Name?" Zhang Pengfei asked today, and Su Le was responsible for taking notes.
"Lin Zhigang."
"Is this your real name or a pseudonym?"
"This is my name when I was born. I have many other names, such as Bang Bang, Chen Minghui, and Kurasuke Harada."
"What is your current public name in China?"
"That's Lin Zhigang."
"Place of origin?"
"A native of Gui'an, Jiangnan Province."
"age?"
"50."
"Why did you kill Gao Rong and his two bodyguards?"
"I just get the job done."
"Did you kill Zhu Jun and Zhu Dongxiao?"
"Yes, I don't know the name of the man with Zhu Jun."
"Did you kill Meng Yuanming?"
"yes."
"Are Cui Zhi and Liang Qing both yours?"
"They are not my people, I paid to hire them."
"Who asked you to kill Gao Rong?"
"I don't know, a QQ account named Zhi Shou Lang Tian Ya requested it."
"Did this person request the killing of Meng Yuanming, Gao Yongfeng, Xu Feng and Xie Yuan?"
"yes."
"Is this QQ number bh472300 yours?"
"yes."
"What does bh mean?"
"It's okay to tell you this. It's the pinyin initials of gecko."
"What does the number at the end mean?"
"I can't talk about the number."
"Why can't you tell me?"
"Because I still have family."
"Who is your superior?"
"I don't know him. I only know a QQ number, bh390000. You can check this through my QQ number."
"Do you only communicate via QQ?"
"Yes, I have never met."
"What's the deal between you and your employer? How do they pay you?"
"The employer only arranges work, and the money is given by superiors."
"How did you get the money?"
"Directly to my card."
"Is that woman named Du Qianqian your assistant?"
"It seems that you are really targeting her. He is not my assistant."
"Who is she to you? Where is she now?"
"She is a helper arranged by her superiors and has now left Zhongjiang City."
"Where did she go?"
"have no idea."
"Where is your QQ phone?"
"threw."
"Since you have admitted the crime, it doesn't matter if you hand over the phone."
"Really threw it away."
"Where was it thrown?"
"In the river, it was thrown from the Zhongjiang Bridge."
“Why did you throw away your phone?”
"Every time before I have a major task, I throw it away. Even if there is no major task, I will change my phone every month."
"Besides the recent cases, have you done any other cases?"
"Did it."
"tell me the story?"
"This is unnecessary and cannot bring danger to our other employers."
"Why do you do these things?"
"for money."
"Where did you learn all your kung fu?"
"If you want to listen, it's okay to tell you, but I hope you won't force me to say things I don't want to say. I have been preparing for this day for a long time, and I know what to say and what not to say. What I don't want to say,
You'll never be able to ask."
In my memory, our house was always a mess. My father was always drinking, and my mother always looked frightened. I never remember that there was laughter in our house, and there was always someone crying. My mother cried silently.
, the younger brother was sobbing and crying, the older sister was crying, the younger sister was crying heartbreakingly, and the father was drunk and crying. I was the only one in the family who didn't cry.
Even when my father was drunk and beat me, I didn't cry. I ran if I could, and endured if I couldn't. This was the weirdest time for the whole family, my mother, eldest sister, younger brother, and younger sister all
I was crying, even the father who was beating me was crying. I was the only one who endured the pain and squeezed out a trace of ridicule from the corner of my mouth.
I left home for the first time when I was 10 years old.
I was in the third grade at that time, which was also my highest formal education. I was a taciturn child in school. The age of 10 was a carefree period for other children, but I was different from them.
At that time, I looked at the classmates around me and thought they were too childish. I had no friends and never played with my classmates. I always studied alone and silently. From the first day of school to the day I dropped out, I failed all exams.
100 points.
My deskmate was a bad boy who didn't study. His family started a business at that time. He was very rich and often bullied the weaker students in the class. During the exam that day, my deskmate asked me for answers, but I ignored him. After the exam
During the math class, he threw the piece of chalk on the teacher's head. The teacher turned around and asked who threw it. Several brats who had been bribed by my deskmate pointed at me with their dirty fingers.
The teacher was so angry that he walked up to me angrily and told me to stand up. I stood up slowly and didn't take it seriously. At that time, I thought, it wasn't me who threw it, and many classmates had seen it.
It's not like those little brats are the only ones in the class.
The teacher slapped me without any explanation, but I didn’t care at the time. I had seen this kind of treatment many times at home. I didn’t cover the hot half of my face, nor did I shed tears. I told the teacher:
"I didn't throw it."
When the teacher saw that I refused to admit it, he became even more angry. He pointed at those little kids and said:
"They said it was you!"
"It's not just a few of them who have eyes, everyone behind them has seen them." I turned around and looked at all the classmates behind me and said.
"Okay, tell me, who threw it?"
Except for those little brats, all the students lowered their heads, no one spoke, and the classroom was completely silent.
I was so angry that I was shaking all over. I pointed at everyone and said:
"You cowards!"
The teacher probably thought I said he was a coward, so he slapped me on the other side of the face. At this time, I might have gone crazy, so I raised my hand and slapped the teacher too. The teacher was stunned for a long time.
Unable to react, I slapped the other half of his face.
That time my dad beat me in front of the teacher at school. That was the only time I argued with him when he was spanking me. I looked at his red eyes and said:
"I didn't throw chalk at the teacher!"
He didn't listen to my argument and just kept beating me.
I ran away from school, never returned home, and never entered school again.
A week after I left home, I broke an arm of my deskmate and slapped a brick on the heads of those little brats, all by myself.
Then I followed a man named Brother Qiang for three years and learned how to fight, steal, smoke, and drink. When I was 13 years old, I was severely beaten and Brother Qiang was killed, and I was forcibly sent home because of my young age.
I was not beaten when I got home. At that time, my father drank even more heavily. As long as he could get out of bed and get the wine, he would keep drinking until he ran out of wine or fell unconscious.
I remember that when the police sent me home that day, they saw my father drinking and said something:
"It's normal for such an alcoholic father to have such a son."
Because of what the police said, I have always had a good impression of you policemen. I have killed countless people in my life, but I have never killed a single policeman.
That time I stayed at home for more than two years. My mother asked me to go to school. I didn't want to go and no school wanted me. I just read the textbooks of my younger brothers and sisters at home. If they didn't know something, I would teach them. Later.
My mother got me a library card, and I went to the library to read. I read there all day long and didn't bring anything to eat at noon. If that incident hadn't happened, maybe I could be considered a learned person now.
When I came home after reading the book that day, it was already dark. The house was in chaos, my mother and my eldest sister were sitting on the bed crying, my father was leaning on the wall and talking nonsense, and my brother told me that my little sister was lost.
I turned around and walked out of the house, asking everyone I met. Finally, an old lady told me that I saw a man and a woman from the country. The woman was holding a little girl and walking toward the station. I ran to the station like crazy.
, I searched and searched inside, until I found no one in the station, so I slept in the station that night.
Early the next morning, the cleaning lady woke me up. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Then I saw a woman carrying a little girl on a long-distance bus. I ran to the car, and the car
It was already driving. I slapped the car door desperately, but the car not only didn't stop, but also drove faster and faster. I picked up a brick on the side of the road and smashed the glass behind the car.
The little girl was found, but the traffickers ran away. Several people sitting in the back row were stabbed by the glass. No one believed that I smashed the long-distance bus in pursuit of the traffickers. The little girl was given drugs and was in a daze.
I know. Because I was once a member of a gang, and because I happened to turn 16 that day, I entered the labor camp.
That time my father didn't blame me, he believed what I said for the first time. My mother and younger siblings cried like tears, and they hugged me. That was the first time I felt that there was still family love in the world.
Two years later, I was released from the labor camp. I was discriminated against everywhere and couldn't find a job. So I went to the south with my fellow inmates. There I saw a bodyguard school enrolling students, with food, food, housing, and free tuition. After the training, I would be paid back
The job was arranged, so I signed up.
After studying in the bodyguard school for a year, I ranked first in every subject, whether it was cultural classes, physical fitness classes, or skills classes. On the day of graduation, the principal called me to the office and asked me if I wanted to earn some money.
Big money. I said of course I wanted to. Then he asked me if I had the guts, so I told the principal all the bad things I had done since childhood. The principal laughed after hearing this. So I went to the Philippines.
I stayed on an island in the Philippines called Pakai for four years. I learned a variety of skills and knowledge on the island, all related to killing. I learned how to use a variety of weapons and how to make them.
With explosives, I learned to drive a car, fly a plane, open a safe, and pick a lock. I learned to speak English and Japanese.
I also met Qingqing on Bacai Island. She is a Filipino girl. She is of Spanish descent and is very beautiful. We have been together since then and now have three children, two boys and one girl. They are currently
They are all in the Philippines, and I go back to reunite with them every once in a while.