"Ah, it is indeed the two of them, but they seem to have alibis, right?"
"Ms. Qin, it is very impolite to interrupt someone else."
"Oh, I just said it casually, don't mind."
She waved her hand, signaling Yuan Chen to continue.
The answer will soon be revealed.
"According to our investigation, Zhang Yan does have sufficient alibi, so the only suspect left is his son, Wei Chen."
"Ah, but he is..."
Yuan Chen looked at her with an indifferent expression.
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up and you continue."
She covered her mouth with her hands, which looked a bit cute.
"Wei Chen said that he was dancing in a disco that night. The flow of people in that kind of place is complicated. It is both the best disguise and the biggest flaw. Because no one cares whether he really went there, and similarly, no one can testify about him.
I’ve really been there.”
Is Wei Chen the real murderer of Wei Chunlai?
This conclusion is currently only known to Qin Mengke. As for whether it is correct or not, the answer will be revealed soon.
............
Early the next morning, Wei Chen was sent to the interrogation room and arrested for murder.
He still looked carefree, ignoring the police's questions and dealing with them haphazardly.
"Wei Chen, I hope you can cooperate with our work honestly."
"I'm not cooperating. Look, I'm sitting well, and I'm not making any noise or fuss. I've told you everything you need to answer, so what else do you want from me!"
He was shaking his legs and humming a tune, enjoying himself.
Yuan Chen felt sad in his heart. At this time, he still had this attitude.
"You'd better figure it out. Since we're here to find you again, it's because we've got new evidence."
Wei Chen stopped humming and looked at Yuan Chen with a strange look.
"Have you ever heard of succinylcholine?"
This time, his legs stopped shaking and his body straightened up.
"Actually, you have never been to a disco at all. We asked the disco staff and showed them your photos. Unfortunately, they have no impression of you at all. Of course, after all, there are so many people visiting every day.
, it’s normal not to remember you, but we didn’t find you in the surveillance video at the door, including at the intersection.”
He paused and looked at Wei Chen with interest.
"Could it be that you know the art of invisibility and just slipped in quietly? If that's the case, I hope you can teach me so that I don't have to spend money when I go out to drink in the future."
Wei Chen ignored Yuan Chen's teasing, his expression had completely frozen.
"A top student like you may not know the rules of going to these places. Most people go to discotheques with a few friends and book a separate table to sit there. Individuals like you go alone.
It’s basically standing room only, so if you’re just here to drink, it’s more practical to go to the bar, at least you can still have a seat.”
None of the other police officers present knew what Yuan Chen meant by what he said. Only Wei Chen, whose expression became more solemn.
"So, your excuse is actually really bad. It's illogical and no one can testify. Compared with your killing method, it's not even the slightest bit worse."
He picked up a syringe on the table.
"You must have added the succinylcholine in this. You used this to kill your father."
At this point, Wei Chen knew that he had no way out.
For the next period of time, he seemed to be a different person, with a serious face and an upright posture. It was only then that Yuan Chen realized that the carefree look he had when he was being interrogated for the first time was completely fake.
He confessed to the fact that he killed his father Wei Chunlai.
"I started after I graduated and returned home.
I first warned my dad that I would kill him when he wasn't paying attention. Haha, he took it as a joke at first.
Every morning after that, I would get up early and stand by my dad's bedside until I watched him wake up.
After a while, my dad couldn't sleep anymore, and I started showing up at his place of work every day. When he saw me at work, I would leave.
When he gets off work, I will stand on the balcony at home and watch him enter the building. When he enters the house, I will leave. When he goes to bed at night, I will go home.
Later, my dad finally couldn't help but hit me. With his size, I knocked him down easily.
I pinched his neck, not so hard because I was afraid of leaving marks on his neck, but that time I pinched him for a full ten minutes. I remember clearly that his face turned purple from the pain.
His saliva was dripping from his mouth.
I told him that I am your son and we will live together in the future. If you dare to call the police, you will be dead. The police will not care about you. They can't find any evidence of domestic violence against me.
The next day, my dad disappeared.
I thought he would never come back, but I didn't expect him to come back home again half a month later. This time he seemed to be well prepared. I suspected that he was going to fight me to the death.
I put the succinylcholine I prepared before into his injection, and after he injected the insulin, I hung him.
You should know that an overdose of succinylcholine will cause muscle relaxation but will not affect the brain. He will suffocate while fully conscious.
He was conscious when I hung him."
After Wei Chen finished speaking, he seemed extremely calm throughout the whole process. There was no trace of regret or guilt on his body.
Every police officer present listened to his confession in a state of extreme horror. What was frightening was not the method he used to kill Wei Chunlai, but the method he used before killing Wei Chunlai.
Perhaps it was because the victim of domestic violence this time was a man. For the first time, Yuan Chen felt the same way. It turned out that domestic violence could be so terrifying.
He could have driven Wei Chunlai away, but he didn't. In order to retaliate against him, he chose to torture Wei Chunlai through domestic violence, just like what he did to Zhang Yan before, and finally killed him.
At the end of the interrogation, when Yuan Chen asked him why he chose such a cruel method, his answer was this:
"I'm not doing it for myself. When a child's wings become stiff, he will naturally find a way to fly away. But my mother does not have the independent concept of modern women. Only her children can truly liberate her soul."