Jia Guangming was taken aback and lost his mind. The original plan was to leave the provincial capital and wander abroad. But it turned out that he was so close that he actually put the car next to the small poplar forest. He calmed down and said:
"At home, there is a designated night parking lot on the road in front of my house. It's right there. You can find it."
"There is no one in front of your house. If you think about it again, where did it stop?" The comrade of the task force asked Jia Guangming calmly.
Jia Guangming had already thought about what happened before and after. He pretended to be surprised and said:
"It's right in front of my house. Could it be that a thief stole it? That's right. I haven't been home for a long time."
"We found your car over there in Xiaoyang Forest." The comrade of the task force pointed it out to him.
"Oh, look, the thief stole the car and didn't commit a crime, right?" Jia Guangming said, pretending to be surprised.
"We found not one car, but five. Now, you should tell us about the origins of the other four cars." The comrade of the task force pointed out clearly.
"That's weird. I have a car, and you can go to the vehicle administration office and check it, and you'll understand. I only have one car, so you can check it anyway you want," he said.
"The problem is, there are only traces of you on these five cars. There are also traces of others, but very few. Don't ask me to tell you any more." The comrades of the task force were calm and clear.
Homely, he said.
The opponent appeared, and this time it was not Li Shun. Li Shun didn't know about the old car repair shop, let alone Xiong Zong. Xiong Zong didn't even know these cars. Then who could it be? Suddenly, he regretted that he had discovered Zheng Xing's ghost.
He is very honest, he will fight to the death with others, and he will not give up until he achieves his goal. He hates the tiger for being incompetent, and did not kill him twice. This is good, because he was soft-hearted for a while, and was not cruel. Today is probably the fault of this kid.
However, those four cars were really not in his name. The people on the task force were even more arrogant, looking for traces of the dead at the crime scene in Jia Zhai. He said:
"I have used those four cars, they are indeed not mine."
"Whose car belongs to it?" the comrade of the task force said sternly, angry.
"The old car repair shop belongs to Xiong Zong, and the car belongs to him." Jia Guangming had no choice but to rely on Xiong Zong.
"Xiong Zheng's car, I didn't even touch it myself, I brought it all for you to drive." The comrades of the task force knew that Jia Guangming was denying it, so they said.
"Yes." Jia Guangming began to wipe away tears again. He said: "They are hunting. They have seen the power in my hands. There are even worse things than this, such as the money for the house. I am unstable and greedy.
Enjoy and get on their pirate ship. Now that I think about it, I regret it too late. Please organize and punish me. I will correct it in the future and I will definitely correct it."
Jia Guangming knows very well that if you can handle this kind of thing, you can handle it. Once you handle it, there will be one less crime. If you cannot handle it, the car is not in his name, so no matter how you count it, it will not be counted on him. Now he can
It should be noted that the opponent turned out to be Zheng Xingzhong. Yes, it was this guy's style, and his offensive was very fierce. The key problem was that I didn't know where he started. He used a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, without any rules.
"Jia Guangming, you go back and think it over carefully. We have found out about this matter, but it is not your explanation. Go back and think about it carefully. I will give you another day." The comrades of the task force said to Jia Guangming sincerely.
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Jia Guangming panicked. Zheng Xingzhong's fighting style left him at a loss. No matter what the problem was, Zheng Xingzhong would mess with it and deal with it shamelessly. Jia Guangming didn't know how to respond or what problems to deal with. Jia Guangming now knew his opponent clearly.
, but didn’t know what he should be wary of. What made him most confused was that after dealing with the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection task force, the police also came to join in the fun. He also mentioned the cause of Xiong Shuhong’s death. He had already thought of a plan before, but he didn’t know what Zheng Xingzhong had discovered.
Flaws. On the way to the police for questioning, he combed through it again as quickly as possible and felt that there would be no loopholes. He paused to cheer himself up. This was a big deal and there was no room for omissions. A slight mistake could kill him.
old fate.
Jia Guangming didn't know anyone sitting in the pre-trial room. They should all know him. All three of them looked young. Even if they were a little older, he wouldn't be afraid. He was familiar with the police's tricks. He only worried about whether they would do it again.
Some irrefutable evidence emerged. He combed through it again and felt it was appropriate. Then he entered the pretrial room. They were quite polite to him and put a glass of boiling water in front of the interrogation chair. Maybe they were going through the process.
Or to implement the past facts. It was this glass of boiling water that gave Jia Guangming a sense of concentration in his heart.
"Jia Guangming, please retell the story of returning home on the day the crime occurred. It must be detailed and there must be no omissions." The man in the middle said to him coldly, fiddling with the file in his hand.
Jia Guangming planned that process from the very beginning, and he knew it by heart. Even if he recited it a hundred times, he would not lose his shape. He looked at the pre-trial policeman in the middle and thought to himself, just take the file.
Right, it was agreed that it would be word for word. Jia Guangming repeated it according to the previous plan, without adding a word or subtracting a word. The strange thing is that the pre-trial policeman did not compare and took
Jia Guangming was looking at the file without even looking at it. Jia Guangming was uneasy. As usual, they might have new evidence in their hands. Jia Guangming combed through it again and couldn't think of any flaws. He calmed down and waited.
Ask them questions.
"Jia Guangming, we found fiber on the back spikes of Xiong Shuhong's high heels. Tell us what happened. According to your account, you had a quarrel. You hit her in the mouth, and she
He didn't fall. So, where did the fiber on Xiong Shuhong's shoe spikes come from?" asked the pre-trial police officer in the middle.
As a former criminal police officer, Jia Guangming felt that this problem was a bit serious. There was a struggle at the crime scene, and unknown fiber was found on the back spikes of Xiong Shuhong's high-heeled shoes, which meant that she fell, fell to the ground, or fell on the sofa.
On the bed. It does not match the narrative content he designed. He originally wanted to frame Zheng Xingzhong. Of course, he was in a hurry and couldn't do it. It was also due to rashness that he was planning to leave the provincial capital and frame Zheng Xingzhong in order to delay
He lived for a long time. He didn’t want to escape, but it became a sequelae. Let’s see how much evidence they have. He said:
"Fiber is everywhere in the house, so who knows where it got stuck. Besides, after I leave, her murderer will also leave traces. You can check this matter again and look at this thing
Where did it come from?”
"It's on the clothes." That's all the policeman in the middle said. He wanted to put pressure on Jia Guangming's psychology because he knew that Jia Guangming was a criminal police officer.
Broken. Jia Guangming realized the seriousness of the problem. All the mistakes were due to his mistake in thinking that he was about to leave the provincial capital and his negligence. The suit of clothes he was wearing at the time of the incident was put away before he had time to deal with it.
His clothes may have been found in the luxury car at the old auto repair shop. It was really an accident. He had to think about his clothes now and remember that he had carefully checked them. Those clothes were just right.
It's not wool or cotton, it's chemical fiber. The chemical fiber material is strong, has no tears, and doesn't have too much fiber. He looked over the suit of clothes in his mind. There were no flaws, let alone breakthroughs. He decided that,
This fiber may have been fabricated by the police to falsely confess. Yes, I can’t admit it, he said:
"Then you can check again. The fiber might be the murderer's."
The pre-trial police officers felt that he refused to admit his guilt and would not play with Jia Guangming anymore. The pre-trial police officer took out an exhibit from under the table, which was put in a plastic bag, and waved it in his hand.
Jia Guangming said:
"Are these pants yours?"
These trousers belonged to Jia Guangming and were worn when he killed Xiong Shuhong. The trousers were stacked in plastic bags. He couldn't see if there were any tatters on them. He had to see clearly before talking. He said
:
"Oh, look, this man is old and useless. I came here today without reading glasses. I can't see clearly in these pants."
"Go and find reading glasses and show them to him." The policeman in the middle said patiently.
The reading glasses were brought, and the police showed him the pair of trousers. The hole in the trousers that was torn by Xiong Shuhong's high heels was on the surface. Jia Guangming put on the reading glasses and looked for this pair of trousers.
The pants were his, and they looked so familiar. He had been looking at them for a long time anyway, wondering if they had put the rip in them intentionally. Suddenly, he discovered that patch with thousands of stitches and threads. This was
Who spent so much effort to mend the tear in his trousers so meticulously? Things were worse than he expected. Xiong Shuhong, the devil, tore his trousers before he died. With this evidence, all
The chain of evidence can be closed. He touched the plastic bag through the plastic bag, which was so densely sewn that the gap was almost invisible. Suddenly he raised his head and said angrily:
"No, these are not my pants. There are many people here who know me. You can go and ask. I, Jia Guangming, never wear patched clothes."
Seeing Jia Guangming's angry look, the policeman in the middle smiled and said:
"Jia Guangming, you are also a policeman. Don't forget that in addition to the fiber inspection, there is also the biological substance inspection. With these pants, whoever they belong to has worn them. Check it, and you will find out
I’m afraid they know better than all of us.”
Jia Guangming held on. He must not lose his composure at the critical moment. He had to try to get through this. This was the most difficult problem he encountered so far. He said:
"This is a frame-up. I want to see your director. I have never worn patched clothes."
Seeing Jia Guangming's fierce momentum, the policeman in the middle stood up. He walked to the iron fence and said softly:
"To tell you the truth, these thousands of needles and threads are the repayment given to you by Mother Vanilla. You don't wear patched clothes, but on the day of the incident, you were so panicked that you didn't see the rips in your trousers.
The hole is not big at all, but being patched up like this by Vanilla Mom makes it look much bigger. Thank you Vanilla Mom, she knows how to repay her kindness and is a nanny for you for the last time, which is also a kindness."