After returning to the police station in a hurry, Lang Peng took the photo and entered the interrogation room where the suspect was being held. Li Duan saw through the glass that Lang Peng took out the photo and photographed it on the table in front of the suspect, but he didn't know who he was.
Whether intentionally or by coincidence, the distance between the photo and the suspect was just a little longer than the distance of the bracelet on his wrist, just a little bit. But just a little bit, no matter how hard he tried, the suspect could never reach it.
That photo.
The suspect blushed and finally gave up unwillingly. He stopped, stared up at Lang Peng, and finally said: "What do you want?"
Lang Peng glanced at him and replied slowly: "Your wife is very beautiful." The answer and the question were different. But the suspect's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he was very nervous, as if his wife was here.
, as if Lang Peng would snatch his wife away right in front of his eyes.
Lang Peng saw the change in his eyes and felt relieved. It seemed that he had guessed correctly. The poor woman in the photo was his weakness.
He reached out to take the photo, and as soon as his fingers touched it, he heard the suspect suddenly shout: "Stop! Don't touch her!"
His veins popped out, his eyes were wide-eyed, and his nervous gaze seemed to be swallowing people. Lang Peng was stunned for a moment. But he still picked up the photo and stuffed it back into his pocket.
The suspect's gaze became even sharper, as if two sharp knives were about to penetrate Lang Peng's body.
He was not afraid of evil, but the tension that coexisted with evil in his eyes made Lang Peng feel a little guilty for what he was going to do next.
Lang Peng remembered the way he saw the woman lying in the bathtub full of formalin before. Her skin was as white as transparent, with a hint of green, and her body was thin, but her expression seemed very relaxed, as if all the worries had been removed.
Burdened, she expected death.
Why should she expect death?
Lang Peng remembered again that when he walked into the room, he accidentally glanced at the row of wigs, which were put on the human head models. Those wigs all looked like real hair, and the price should be high. But they lived in
The house is very old, and the furniture in the house is also very old, but it seems that everything related to women is very expensive. The clothes on the woman's body, the wheelchair that was stored in the corner, and the woman's medical records are the most common cancer cases in the country so far.
The most authoritative hospital is also the most expensive hospital.
He should love her very much. It was based on this inference that Lang Peng would try again with her photo.
However, when he was about to do it, Lang Peng suddenly felt a little immoral, even though he had already killed two people.
This is a very contradictory idea, just like the contradiction in the man in front of him. In front of women, he is like an angel, loving and caring in every possible way; but in front of the two killed people, he should be a devil.
It's Satan, very evil.
Lang Peng sighed in his heart. Most of the bad guys in the world have a good side. It was like there was news that a serial murderer was actually a well-known filial son from all over the country. He was very fond of his old mother.
It's so good that no one can point out any bad things; there was also a gangster boss who was covered in noises, ferocious, and cruel, and even if it was a living life, he still wouldn't blink an eye.
, but when a child who is not related to him gets lost in front of him, he can take the child and stay on the same spot for four or five hours, letting the child do whatever he wants the whole time, smiling all the time, even though his face is full of cruelty.
It's a little hard for him to smile in a nice way.
The same goes for the person in front of him. He can be horrifyingly cruel to those who are insignificant; he can also devote all his kindness to his wife.
However, no matter how good he is to his wife, the debt that should be paid will always be paid.
Lang Peng looked at him and said, "Your wife committed suicide, right?"
He answered him: "What do you want to do to my wife? I don't allow you to do anything to her!"
"Does she know what you did?" Lang Peng asked again.
"I'm warning you, you can't touch her! I can save her right away, you can't touch her." He shouted again, as if he was crazy, but in fact he was crazy. She was already dead, from the inside out, completely.
.How can he save her?
But Lang Peng seemed unable to hear his madness, or even what he said, and asked again: "If she knew what you did, do you think she would be willing to forgive you?"
He suddenly froze there, and his ferocious and eager expression just now suddenly became confused. His eyes that were fierce just now suddenly lost focus and lost focus. He lowered his head to look at his hands, looking at them very carefully.
Looking back and forth, over and over again.
What did he see? A hand full of blood?
Lang Peng didn't bother him. After a while, he heard him murmuring in a low voice: "But, I have no other choice! You will understand, right?"
"Do you know why she chose to die?" Lang Peng suddenly asked him.
His whole body froze instantly, as if those words had struck him suddenly. He froze there for a long time, motionless, like a stone statue. Lang Peng frowned and was hesitating whether to hit him or not.
Before he could speak, he suddenly saw him raise his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on Lang Peng's face like arrows, which made Lang Peng panic.
"She is not dead!" He said it very seriously and solemnly, word for word. Rather than telling Lang Peng, it is better to say that he was convincing himself.
Lang Peng calmed down from being suddenly frightened by his gaze and answered him: "Actually, you know very well in your heart that she is already dead, right?"
"No, she's not dead!" He denied it firmly. Lang Peng didn't believe it: "Then why did you soak her in the bathtub with formalin! Formalin is used to soak corpses. No one knows this.
I know, I don’t believe you don’t know.”
After he froze there for a few seconds, he suddenly went crazy: "She's not dead! She's not dead! She's not dead! She's not dead..."
Lang Peng stood up and walked out. When he reached the door, he turned back to look at him. He was sitting there, no longer crazy, but his eyes were dull and he kept murmuring the words "she is not dead".
Lang Peng sighed, thought for a while, and said: "I know you are not crazy. I can also guess that you killed someone for her. I admire your love for your wife, but have you ever thought about it?
Why did she choose to commit suicide to leave you? Do you think she would accept your saving her in this way? She would not! Because she does not love a murderer or a professional killer, she loves
He is a simple person, with a less complicated identity and less bloody methods."
He was still mumbling, and Lang Peng walked out and closed the door. Li Duan stood behind the glass and looked at him with a strange look: "This is the first time I realize that you have such good eloquence?"
Lang Peng felt a little heavy and ignored him. Although he knew that the inside would soon be unable to hold up. But he didn't like to use this method because this was a scene that didn't need to happen. Almost everyone felt that
He has a dark side, and as long as it is not brought out, he is still an ordinary person, even a good person. But he is just unlucky.
Sure enough, the man inside didn't last long before he was willing to recruit. But before recruiting, he asked Lang Peng to agree to his request.
Lang Peng agreed because he knew what he would ask for.
He said he wanted to bury his wife himself.
Li Duan heard it outside and was afraid that Lang Peng would agree impulsively. He knocked on the door to interrupt them and called out to Lang Peng: "We can't agree to this easily. He is not an ordinary criminal and cannot be taken lightly."
"Nothing will happen to him." Lang Peng said.
"Just because he won't do anything, doesn't mean that other people won't do anything." Li Duan said again. Lang Peng was silent.
He turned around and went back. After a moment of silence, he answered the suspect: "I can't make a decision, but I will fight for you. However, you have to give me your confession first."
The suspect raised his head and stared at him for a while, then nodded in agreement.
It took a long time to record the confession, because it took a long time for him to kill the two people. Liang Jian and the others guessed correctly. It was indeed the boss from another province who hired him. However, it was not the boss who was waiting for him at the appointed place in the morning.
Lang Peng heard this and asked him: "Have you met that boss?"
He shook his head.
"Then how do you know you're not the boss waiting for you?"
"Because the man waiting for me has been killed by me." The suspect replied. Lang Peng was stunned, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He asked him in surprise: "You mean the person waiting for you at the agreed place is the one from the Gu family?"
Old man?"
"His name is Gu Feng."
"Why is he there?" Lang Peng asked. He originally thought that the boss hired the suspect to kill Gu Feng, but he did not expect that this would be the case.
The suspect thought for a moment and replied: "He should have been invited by my employer. He didn't bring any money. After I arrested him, my employer called me. He said that as long as I kill Gu Feng, I can get the original
Give me the promised money."
"How many?"
"Five million."
Two lives are worth half a million. Lang Peng didn't know what expression to make.
"Did he give it to you?" he asked.
The suspect shook his head.
"Then why did you kill Gu Feng?"
"This is my only chance."
"When did your wife commit suicide? Before you killed Gu Feng, right?"
The suspect was stunned for a moment and looked up at Lang Peng, a little surprised. He asked: "How do you know?"
"Because you put Gu Feng's body in the garbage dump." Lang Peng replied.
The suspect didn't quite understand. Lang Peng didn't explain further.
After the confession was recorded, there was actually not much progress in the entire Yongcheng Steel case. When Lang Peng was about to call Liang Jian, Wang Shigen's call came in first.
After answering the phone, Lang Peng said first: "The murderer has been arrested, and the case can be closed."
"Is the employer right?" Wang Shigen asked.
"right."
"That's it. This case will take a while." Wang Shigen said suddenly. Lang Peng was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed and he asked: "You're not going to die, are you?"
"I'll die happier than the first two, with one shot in the head." Wang Shigen replied. He seemed to be at the crime scene, and there was some noise there.
"Where? I'm coming over now."
"Sun City." Wang Shigen said, and Lang Peng was stunned. He immediately thought of Lao Hei. If he died in Sun City, Lao Hei would definitely not be able to clean it. But, why did Wang Shigen say it would take a while?
Woolen cloth.
Lang Peng's doubts were quickly cleared by Wang Shigen: "Lao Hei reported it to the police himself."