Two people came in, and several big hands touched me all over. I was wearing a close-fitting diving suit, with only a pair of underwear inside. The "Wandering Dragon Suspended" Buddhist beads on my hands, and the fake ID card hidden close to my body were all covered up.
They touched it. Then, I felt a cool sensation on the back of my hand, as if someone was wiping it with a cotton ball.
Although the black bag on my head was slightly breathable, it was still very difficult to breathe. The wet suit inside was very uncomfortable. As time passed, I gradually felt suffocated, dizzy, and had no strength at all.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of opening the door came again. Like a puddle of soft mud, I was picked up by two people and dragged into another room.
The bag was taken away, and a beam of bright light came over me, making it difficult for me to open my eyes. Opposite me, there were two people sitting vaguely. They were not wearing police clothes, but black T-shirts, wrapped tightly around their bodies, outlining the figures.
The lines of the muscles. Look at these muscles, I'm afraid I'm not handcuffed now, I'm light and healthy, and I can't even think of getting through three strokes from anyone's hands.
There is an opaque mirror embedded in the wall far behind them. It is a single-sided light-transmitting glass. The person standing behind that should be the person watching the interrogation, most likely the middle-aged man.
.
One of the people asked: "What's your name?" The room was very empty, and the words echoed, making it particularly oppressive.
I was carrying a fake ID card, which had been taken away by them. The real ID card was placed in the house where Xiao Luqi was before the surprise attack on Dong Hao.
I replied: "My name is Qin Haonan."
This is the name on my fake ID card.
"When were you born?"
"September 17, 1986."
"Report your ID number."
I just memorized 18 numbers. Since I was using someone else’s ID card, I had to know these numbers by heart.
"Are you a college student?"
"Yes."
"which university?"
I suddenly became speechless.
"Asking you!" One of the people suddenly slammed the table and yelled, "Tell me the truth! Let me tell you, when you get to this place, if you don't tell the truth, you can't even think of leaving standing!"
However, not only can I not tell, I have no way to tell. This Qin Haonan just lost an ID card. It would be too unfair to drag him into this trouble. Moreover, if these people all have a police background, they will
If you check, you will know that what I told is a lie.
I calmed down and said, "I want to drink some water."
One of them snorted with a sneer and stood up to pour water.
Of course I knew why he sneered. Generally speaking, during interrogation, if a suspect asks for water or a cigarette, it is a precursor to confessing. They must not have expected that as soon as they forced me to use harsh words, I was so scared that I was about to confess.
Recruited.
The man brought the disposable paper cup over, and I suddenly said: "I don't want to drink anymore. Please put it over here."
During the interrogation, there is always one person playing the white face and the other the red face. The white face is responsible for exerting pressure, while the red face induces the person being interrogated to tilt towards him. In the end, the person being interrogated will collapse under the pressure, or be treated with a slightly warm smile.
I was touched by concern. Obviously, the person pouring water was a red-faced character. In order to play nice, he resisted the urge to pour water on me, put the paper cup on the table and said: "You are still a student, so...
Can you do such a thing?"
I pretended to be innocent and said, "What did I do?"
"Stop fucking pretending!" the white-faced guy banged the table and said, "You shot and injured someone on the top floor of No. 3667 Zhongshan North Road last night, and you still don't admit it? How fucking brave are you?
If you don’t have the guts to say it, do you believe I will slap you?”
I pretended to be surprised and said: "What? Shoot someone? Are you kidding me? I thought I was arrested by the police because I sneaked into the undersea tunnel today and wanted to touch the turtles...
…How could you shoot and hurt someone!”
The bad guy was furious and rushed over to fulfill his promise to slap me. I was so frightened that I shrank back in my chair like a frightened quail. The red face guy grabbed me. He sat down angrily.
He scolded: "You are still a college student, and you don't even have the temperament to dare to take responsibility! Tell me, what were you doing last night? If you don't tell the truth, I will..."
My voice trembled and I said incoherently: "I don't know anything. I had dinner with my friends and a friend of a friend last night, and then went shopping. I just wandered around until very late at Changfeng Park.
I had a late-night snack nearby. Later, my friend went back to school and his friend also left. I saw a place in the park where I could go in, so I wanted to go see the turtles. I have been to that underwater world and I really like the turtles in it.
I tried to open the door, but it was unlocked, so I went in, changed my clothes, and touched the turtle..."
"Stop fucking talking nonsense with me!" The guy who was trying to make a fool of himself couldn't help but said, "Did you go to that water tank because we were chasing you and you had no place to run?"
I cried and said, "I really didn't. I was shopping with my friends before. It's true. If you don't believe it, just ask him..."
The guy who sang the red face suddenly said from the side: "Young man, you should tell the truth honestly. Alas, seeing that you are so young, I feel sorry for you. We have found on the victim's mobile phone that he was talking to you before he was injured.
Through text messages, I asked you to go to the top floor of the Trust-Mart supermarket, where he later suffered a gunshot wound. We traced your mobile phone number and followed you all the way to find you. What else can you deny? "
I was still crying and said: "Uncle police, you have wronged me. I really went to touch the turtles." I paused and then said, "Oh, I remembered. My friend's friend, his cell phone battery is dead.
I have made calls and sent text messages on my mobile phone. I think he was the one who shot people, not me... I don’t even recognize this person..."
The two people in front of me were speechless for a while. If I insist on this statement, they really don't have enough evidence to prove my criminal behavior.
The mobile phone SIM card I used was bought from a newsstand. It has not been registered with an ID card, so there is no way to check it. Moreover, I broke the SIM card into several pieces and threw them into the grass. Of course, it stands to reason that the imei of the mobile phone is
The code is unique. Even if the SIM card cannot be found, the phone can be locked. But my phone was a best-selling copycat phone made in Shenzhen that I bought temporarily on the roadside after returning from Hong Kong. Thousands of phones share the same imei
It is completely impossible to lock the code.
In other words, they could not use their mobile phones to prove that I was at the scene when the incident occurred. I had already wiped away any fingerprints that might have been left when climbing the ladder and moving the dummy.
The guy who sang the white face put his face next to the bright light and said viciously: "You little red guy, you are talking nonsense here! I tell you, even if the mobile phone cannot convict you, you will still have marks on your body like this.
There are traces of the crime. We have already confirmed it, so why the hell do you still deny it?"
I was so frightened that I wanted to stare at his face, but the bright light pierced my eyes so hard that I almost burst into tears.
There was a sneer, and my miserable performance seemed to satisfy this white-faced guy. But in fact, it was me who was sneering in my heart.
I know what the "marks of crime" he mentioned are. When I fired the gun, there would naturally be indelible marks on my hands and clothes, which is the gunpowder reaction. That's what the gunpowder in the bullet sprays out when it explodes.
There are many methods for testing, and they are very simple. The principle of testing is to use elements that are more active than nitrate to react with the sample. If a reaction occurs, it means that there is residual nitrate. So, when I was searched, I heard the smell of Liang Jinjin on my hand.
It felt like they were wiping it with a cotton ball, taking a sample from my hand, and testing it for smoke reaction.
However, I knew that he was basically bluffing me. Getting into the water in the undersea tunnel might be a stupid move, but I actually had my own purposes. One of them was that I changed out of my clothes and put on my diving suit.
I have already disposed of the clothes I wore before. I have soaked my hands in the water for a long time and rubbed them vigorously. The magnesium, aluminum and other very active elements in the sea water will dilute the smoke left behind.
Traces of it cannot be detected at all.
In addition, after the mobile phone is completely soaked in sea water for a long time, the circuit inside it cannot be restored.
Even if there is a bill issued by the mobile company, as long as I insist that those text messages were not sent by me, they will be even more helpless.
I pretended to be frightened and sneered to myself.
I have already thrown that gun into the deep lake. If you are determined, go and dig it up in the lake! By the way, I have already wiped the fingerprints on it. Even if I find it, what will happen?
Also, that gun can be used with many types of bullets. To convict me, in addition to having my fingerprints on the gun, the bullets in the gun must also match the bullets found on the black-clad murderer.
.But those bullets fell one by one to the deeper bottom of the lake, and it was almost impossible to find them.
The murder weapon could not be found, and there was no connection between the murder weapon and me. There was no smoke reaction detected on my body, and there was no sufficient chain of evidence. Could that non-existent friend and false identity mean that I shot someone?
What I have to face next may be a long and tiring interrogation, perhaps with some beating, scolding, and corporal punishment to extract confessions. I don’t want to be beaten at all. If they do something, I will do everything they say.
As long as you don't tell them where the gun and bullets are hidden, it won't matter if you recruit them. Article 46 of the "Criminal Procedure Law of the People's Republic of China" clearly stipulates: "The sentencing of all cases must focus on evidence and investigation and research.
Don’t trust oral confessions easily. If there is only the defendant’s confession and no other evidence, the defendant cannot be found guilty and punished.” From a legal perspective, this is called “No one should incriminate himself.”
Just as I was thinking about this, the guy who was trying to flatter me lost his temper and wanted to come over and punch me.
I secretly shouted in my heart, come on, leave evidence on my face and body. Then I will run naked in the court to open everyone's eyes.
At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was opened, and a calm yet intimidating voice said: "You have been fooled by him enough. Take him to room E."
I turned my head and looked, and it was the middle-aged man in black tunic suit. I thought to myself: You are finally here!
When I was making up a story just now, I said that I was shopping with my friends last night. The real purpose of saying this was to test whether these two people were here because of the incident of Dong Hao being kidnapped. Look at their reactions.
It seems that he knows nothing about my kidnapping of Dong Hao. I am very satisfied with this.
Because this means that the interrogation of these two people will not involve that incident, and if this middle-aged man is listening behind the glass wall, he should come to interrogate me personally.
Now, my plan has finally taken another step forward.