As a special facility with a long history, the interrogation room has been on the stage of history as early as ancient my country.
But both the name and usage are quite different from now.
In ancient Chinese laws, there is no court defense or evidence.
The interrogation is basically to beat someone to death if they don't admit anyone, or simply declare someone guilty and execute him immediately.
Moreover, interrogations in ancient times were not like today. There was no less than one policeman sitting opposite the suspects, chatting with them calmly, and patiently walking around with them.
So to a certain extent, it is a blessing that the suspect was born in today's era.
The current interrogation room has clear windows, transparent light, fully equipped tables and chairs, and is also equipped with high-tech equipment such as electronic surveillance, which can capture various subtle expressions and movements on the faces of suspects 360 degrees without blind spots, and freeze them.
Every wonderful moment.
Since the establishment of the interrogation room in Jinghai City, countless suspects have come here. They have hesitated, struggled, and been desperate. However, in the end, the next attraction on their journey is always fixed - prison.
However, there are always a few lucky people who can regain their freedom. Today, a new visitor is welcomed here.
Zhang Yan was wearing black clothes today. Her face was withered and pale. It looked like she didn't get much rest last night.
Due to the murder, her original residence was temporarily completely sealed off. Therefore, she and her son Wei Chen were temporarily arranged to live in a hotel by the police.
At this moment, sitting opposite her was Yuan Chen.
"Ms. Zhang, I sympathize with your experience and understand your current mood, but I also hope that you can cooperate with our work so that the murderer can be caught as soon as possible."
"I know."
Her voice was cold.
"Please describe in more detail the circumstances when the body was found."
"The door was locked when I came home. As soon as I entered the house, I found that the lights in the living room were dim and the lights in the bedroom were on. As soon as I walked in, I found that my husband had hanged himself under the chandelier."
She expressed it concisely and concisely.
"Were the bedroom windows open at the time?"
"It's closed, I'm sure of it."
"What about the curtains? Are they closed?"
She held her chin and thought for a while.
"I didn't pay attention to this, but usually we don't close the curtains before going to bed, and there's nothing we're afraid of people seeing."
After hearing this, Yuan Chen had a big question mark in his heart. He clearly remembered that the curtains were closed at the scene last night.
If Zhang Yan's words are true, then there must be someone else who closed the curtains. Is it Wei Chunlai who doesn't want others to see him hanging in the living room? Or is there someone else who doesn't want others to see him?
"You were at the scene, did you notice anything suspicious?"
"No, I didn't pay attention. I was so scared that I called the police right away. I didn't dare to touch my husband's body. Didn't you all ask these questions last night? Why do you have to ask them again today?"
"The person who took the notes for you yesterday was Officer Qian. Now I am the person in charge of this case, so it is necessary to understand the situation again, and I hope you can cooperate with our work. By the way, my surname is Yuan, call me Officer Yuan
That’s fine.”
"I know, I know, you police are troublesome."
She muttered something quietly.
Yuan Chen smiled. He had seen this kind of attitude many times and there was no need to pay too much attention to it.
"Can I ask where your husband has been before the accident? Or has he always stayed at home?"
"Officer Yuan, I'm sorry, I don't know this either."
She spread her hands.
"About half a month ago, he said he was going on a business trip. He was gone for half a month and didn't call me, so I didn't know when he would come home. I didn't expect that he would leave as soon as he got home.
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Half a month?
Yuan Chen's nerves became highly sensitive. If he remembered correctly, this was quite close to the day when Wei Chun came to call the police for help.
"Do you remember the exact day he left?"
"The specific day I left seems to be... Oops, I forgot, but then again, who would remember this when they have nothing to do?"
"Has he been in this situation before?"
"In the past, he often traveled on business, but he has never been away for as long as half a month."
"He really hasn't called or sent you a message these days?"
"Of course not. The phone is in my hand, how could I not know?"
"Your husband purchased insulin, do you know this?"
"I know, he bought it himself. He has had diabetes for several years."
Yuan Chen nodded thoughtfully.
"I'm still curious. You haven't even called your husband for such a long time. Do you really trust him so much?"
"Hey, Officer Yuan, what do you mean by that? Is it your turn to take care of me whether I make a call or not?"
She was obviously a little angry when she spoke.
"Does a grown man like him need others to worry about outside? I said, why are you asking these questions? Didn't my husband commit suicide?"