The last time it attracted so many residents and watched happily was the fire at the feed store at the east end of the road. At that time, the flames were blazing into the sky, there were many rescuers, and the smell of roasted corn spread far and wide, which doubled everyone's participation.
feel.
Chen Fan's hardware store is also a well-known big store in Wenxiang. It belongs to the most high-end heavy industry in the local area and masters certain core technologies. Sometimes, nearby car repair shops will come to ask for technical support.
“I didn’t expect that all hardware stores sell that.”
It was a mess all around, with locals all discussing in local dialect.
Jiang Yuan accidentally understood a sentence, turned his head in surprise, and asked: "Who is doing that?"
"You are a foreigner, you don't understand, that's what they do." The local said and laughed.
"It's not about doing that, it's about doing that." Another local corrected.
"Oh, it's that one..." Another person stood up.
Amidst the tight security on the outside and tight on the inside, no gunshots were fired.
Jiang Yuan lowered his head and looked at his phone. Nearly 20 minutes had passed. At this time, the suspects had not fired. Most of them should not be able to shoot, or they might not have a gun.
After waiting for a while, Jiang Yuan's cell phone buzzed.
"Come in. The fish is not big, and it is quite strong." Liu Jinghui couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.
"Okay. Right away." Jiang Yuan was also very curious about this man's situation. He didn't know how much impact it would have on his situation.
Police officers on both sides of the shopping street withdrew one after another, allowing people to enter and evacuate the crowd.
The bosses of the shopping street cheered up and shouted with all their strength:
"Broom, mop, skin pickle, cockroach poison, rat poison, dog skin plaster"
"Selling chickens...good chickens..."
Each boss strives to use the opportunity of his colleagues to worship heaven and create a climax.
Policemen transferred from various places stopped one after another, or were enthusiastically ushered into the store by the shopping street owner.
Two snipers slowly climbed down from the roof.
The older one is calm and composed, like a leisurely gecko.
The younger ones were a little disappointed, looking left and right as they climbed, probably because they felt a little regretful that they could not fully play their role and let go of a second-class meritorious service.
In the backyard of the hardware store, inside the high red brick wall, there is a layer of cement wall reinforced, which looks quite solid.
Although the surrounding shops and residences tend to be close to the hardware store and occupy the remaining space, they are all blocked by the red brick wall of the hardware store.
Jiang Yuan had to enter the backyard of the hardware store to see a dim but spacious factory building.
The most conspicuous thing is a CNC machine tool, and there are also lathes, boring machines and other machinery that look very old and have been used by countless people...
There are a large number of express boxes piled in a corner of the factory, with various machined parts exposed inside. You can see barrels, butts, gas meters, pump handles, pressure valves, screws, gaskets, etc. In the brighter light,
On the good side, on several tables covered in black leather, several unassembled air guns can be seen with the naked eye.
"So arrogant?" Jiang Yuan was surprised. The total shopping street in Wenxiang is as big as a thousand corpses. Now there are hundreds of policemen piled up. The density of the police force is so exaggerated and they are still producing firearms. It is somewhat strange.
Be cautious.
Chen Fan said dejectedly: "I'm just about to clean it up."
"How do you clean it up? Do you have anything that is not prohibited in this factory?" Liu Jinghui sneered, nodded casually, and said: "You have more than a dozen guns assembled here alone, and there are so many parts. How can you do this?
What more should you do? Are you crazy?"
Chen Fan muttered and didn't say a word. He wanted to defend himself but was a little afraid of being beaten.
An hour ago, he was a happy hardware store owner. Now, looking at prison life beckoning in front of him, the changes in his emotions are difficult to describe.
And there was something even more frightening in his heart.
Both lucky and panicked.
Liu Jinghui changed his tone and said seriously: "As I told you before, don't think about confronting us. Confrontation will not do you any good. You know how guns are identified, right? Even if it is more than 2 joules square centimeters, even
It’s guns, do you know how many guns there are here?”
Chen Fan shook for a moment, but still didn't say anything.
Liu Jinghui chuckled. If it had been in the past, he would have had Chen Fan taken away. But this time, his target was not Chen Fan, but the much more important gang of serial murderers. Therefore, the most important thing now is to let Chen Fan go.
Chen Fan spoke.
After pondering for a moment, Liu Jinghui said: "If you don't speak, then I will tell you. In our gun management regulations, this is how the parts of guns are recognized. Parts that can be made into a set are counted as one firearm. No.
To make a set, we calculate it as thirty pieces per piece. In your own factory, can you tell me how many parts there are here?"
Chen Fan trembled all over and looked at Liu Jinghui in disbelief.
Liu Jinghui looked at Chen Fan with regretful eyes.
Liu Jinghui actually lied. The calculation method he mentioned was the identification method used when smuggling guns, not when manufacturing guns.
But Chen Fan obviously has no research on this aspect.
Liu Jinghui successfully tried this conclusion and was immediately convinced.
According to his plan, if Chen Fan is knowledgeable and knows that in the criminal law, the identification of parts for illegally manufactured firearms is different from the identification of parts for smuggled firearms, then he will just act like a blackface and leave the interrogation to others.
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Now it seems that Chen Fan is ignorant, which means that he is a young man who has never undergone prison reform. As expected, he still has huge shortcomings on the road to crime, so it is useless to lie.
Liu Jinghui then took a screw from the table next to him and said: "You have so many parts here. If I counted them all for you and made them according to the standards of firearms, how many guns would you have?"
?You will eat in prison until you die."
Chen Fan raised his head with difficulty, his face turning pale.
Jiang Yuan looked at him and felt a little depressed. He obviously had the ability to independently process mechanical products and had the ability to make money, but he used it to process firearms. He had already started processing and manufacturing firearms, and he didn't even read the criminal law-related items. Of course, if he
After reading this, I might stop processing and manufacturing firearms.
Liu Jinghui continued: "There are so many of us, we are not here to catch you alone. You cooperate with us and tell a few superiors and subordinates to come out. If the parts you have here can be regarded as common parts, I will give them to you."
You count it as a common part..."
Chen Fan seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said hurriedly: "Yes, I am processing these parts for other purposes, not for making guns."
"It doesn't matter what you say." Liu Jinghui looked at him coldly.
Chen Fan lowered his head again under Liu Jinghui's gaze for dozens of seconds.
Liu Jinghui struck while the iron was hot and took Chen Fan directly to the Wenxiang police station, put him on the "Tiger Bench", and started interrogating him impatiently.
The tiger stool is a bit like an older baby's eating chair, with the wrists, ankles and backs tied up. The baby chair is to worry about the child falling down while eating, while the tiger stool is to worry about the suspect being emotional and suddenly doing something irrational.
Liu Chu's interrogation skills cannot be said to be outstanding within the scope of the provincial department, but when dealing with criminals like Chen Fan who have never been to a detention center, they are really too good.
In just one or two hours, Chen Fan just poured beans out of a bamboo tube and sold everything he owned.
At this time, Chen Fan thought he was being arrested for making firearms.
Liu Jinghui took a sip of water, adjusted his mood, and stabbed the most deadly sword of the day: "You have made so many air rifles, and you didn't think about hunting or anything like that?"
"No...just occasionally, I hunt rabbits or something." Chen Fan didn't dare to deny it completely, so he spoke cautiously.
"We found more than just rabbits from your house." Liu Jinghui had prepared for this sword for a long time, and Chen Fan could not easily dodge it.
"No, definitely not..."
"This is a trivial matter. It would be pointless if you lied." Liu Jinghui suddenly frowned, as if he had been unfairly treated.
Chen Fan quickly recalled, could there be some uneaten pheasant left in his refrigerator?
He often goes hunting in the mountains. Not only does he hunt with his uncle, but he also occasionally goes up to the mountains to try out his guns. When he goes to the mountains, he naturally shoots whatever he sees. It is impossible not to shoot pheasants when he sees them.
The more times I hunt, there are always uneaten prey that I have accumulated.
Then, Chen Fan remembered that the medicinal wine he brewed contained eagles and snakes. In fact, ordinary people use poisonous snakes to brew wine. There are also many people in Wenxiang who use eagles to brew wine. Several people who were caught
The fine was confiscated, but at this time, Chen Fan felt that he could only admit a little more.
Under Liu Jinghui's gaze, Chen Fan pretended to be generous and said: "Just admit it, I've even shot an eagle and made wine."
"What about again?"
"I also shot birds, just a few sparrows and so on."
"Then think about it carefully..."
After Liu Jinghui found many prey in his routine, he slowly moved on to the second heavy sword of the day: "Where did you kill these things?"
Chen Fan didn't know why, so he forcefully replied: "It's our hometown."
"Wenxiang, are these animals distributed?" Liu Jinghui looked into his eyes.
Chen Fan was stunned and whispered: "Yes."
“Have you ever been to Wulong Mountain?”
"No." Chen Fan immediately shook his head, his movements much faster than before, and obviously more intense.
Then he started to defend: "Wulong Mountain is a nature reserve, I will definitely not go there. I will just walk around my house."
However, Liu Jinghui had a stern look on his face and said in a deep voice: "You have never been to Wulong Mountain? We found a mineral water bottle with your fingerprints in Wulong Mountain."
Only then did Chen Fan suddenly remember that he was arrested because of his fingerprints, and his face suddenly turned pale. At this time, he suddenly wanted to rush out, but after struggling, he felt that his hands and feet were tied.
His back felt cold, his face turned pale, and he looked at the large words in the interrogation room: Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist.
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I, I..."
"Let's think about it before we talk." Liu Jinghui had already sensed some of Chen Fan's thoughts through his expression. At this time, he saw that he wanted to lie, so he interrupted him directly.
Chen Fan remained silent.
Liu Jinghui allowed the atmosphere in the interrogation room to condense. After a while, he asked softly: "How many have you killed?"
Chen Fan's heart trembled and he became extremely panicked.
"If you didn't tell me, I would have counted everything on you..."
"That won't work!" Chen Fan felt that he had figured it out. He swallowed and said cautiously: "I'm just an errand boy. Really, I should be considered a witness, the kind that taints the witness."
There is no concept of tainted witnesses in China. Liu Jinghui naturally did not explain much, he just looked at Chen Fan and said, "Then what did you see?"
"Just... I saw them killing people." Chen Fan's voice was low, but his emotions were extremely strong.
Chen Fan also accumulated great psychological pressure after witnessing the murder.
Jiang Yuan was standing outside the interrogation room at this moment, watching the surveillance video, seemingly listening calmly, and turning a pen in his hand very neatly from time to time. His fingers were long and slender, and he turned the pen like a fan disk.
Hearing the suspect's words, Jiang Yuan dropped the pen in his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter. He bent down to pick it up and stood up. At this moment, his heart fell back to where it was.
