Li Hungai, the owner of the slaughterhouse, identified the location of the bloody clothes in the ancestral hall in the presence of many villagers, and received a lot of abuse:
"This is all shady money, and it's everyone's money."
"No wonder he ran away. He was probably afraid of being hacked to death."
"Who can be a good person who runs a slaughterhouse to make money? Put bloody things in the ancestral hall to suck everyone's blood?"
Li Hungai blushed for a moment, but gradually got used to it.
He had consulted a lawyer before, and for what he did, the sentence wouldn't be long.
As for word-of-mouth, he doesn't do it in the village anyway.
"I'm showing it to my ancestors. It's not that I don't take care of my nephew at home, it's that he himself has committed a big crime." Li Hungai heard the noise outside getting louder, and opened his voice and replied loudly: "Come on.
I came to work and cut off the head of a female taxi driver. Can I help him carry it? Moreover, I have done everything I can, and he still wants to kill me. I didn’t give him the money at the time.
There is something, and he might even cut off my head, so can I still follow him?"
The amount of information in this answer is a bit large, and villagers and non-villagers who are watching the excitement are speechless for a moment.
Then, everyone became excited.
"Hey, is that taxi driver a woman? Did she just cut off her head?"
"How much did you pay?"
"This boss is unlucky. How many years will he be sentenced to this kind of behavior?"
The criminal police officer in charge of escorting and identifying him glared at Li Hungai and said, "If you keep talking, I'll put something on you."
Li Hungai quickly smiled with his chubby face: "No more, it's over."
Although he left Dawan Village, he didn't want to leave a bad reputation. It would be much more comfortable if he could take the opportunity to say a few words.
The criminal policeman didn't say much. He just took pictures when it was time to take them. When it was over, he pulled Li Hungai back.
As far as this case is concerned, Li Hungai's identity as a witness is quite important.
Once the worker Li Jinzhou arrives, the suspicion on Li Hungai will be almost gone.
The suspects, Li Tangyi and his wife, arrived later.
The police officers who arrested them encountered unexpectedly strong resistance, especially from Li Tangyi's wife, who once took their children to the rooftop.
After entering the case handling center in Changyang City, the two people's resistance was extremely strong.
Liu Jinghui looked at them and didn't even go in.
"This kind of thing needs to be practiced slowly. After being detained for a few days, they will get used to the current situation and they will start talking." Liu Jinghui did not look worried, but said very familiarly: "They just can't accept the status quo. They might have thought
I have escaped."
"It is indeed possible to escape." Wan Baoming looked at Li Tangyi and his wife in two interrogation rooms on the surveillance screen, and said with emotion: "When they committed the crime, they were still 27-year-old young people.
I learned butchering from my uncle, and then went back to open a slaughterhouse myself... Who would have thought that 11 years later, both of them have become middle-aged men of 38 years old."
Liu Jinghui was very logical and looked sideways at Wan Baoming: "Do you want to listen to what you said?"
Wan Baoming laughed, shook his head and said, "When I was in my thirties or early forties, I was the age when I was most afraid of death."
Wan Baoming said with emotion: "Think about it, it's the time when parents start to go to the hospital, start to get sick, and need someone to take care of them. The children are also in adolescence, the most sensitive time, and they start to fail again and become...
I lost my sensitivity, my pee started to look unkempt, and my wife started thinking about rejuvenating her life and catching up on the lost time. When she couldn't die the most, she was arrested and imprisoned with the death penalty as the target..."
"I am in my early forties this year, and I am in good health." Liu Jinghui brushed his shiny back hair back. If the hair was long enough, he could probably strangle Wan Baoming to death.
Wan Baoming patted Liu Jinghui on the shoulder: "Don't worry. It will all be done."
Liu Jinghui ignored him.
Wan Baoming continued to lament the spring and autumn: "Don't tell me, it's not easy for the Li Tangyi couple. They have been together for at least 11 years. They didn't dare to build the slaughterhouse they decided to build. They even secretly opened Taobao for fear of being discovered.
The store has been selling beef jerky for so many years. I have run it with integrity and never dared to commit any crime. My life finally got better and I gave birth to a second child..."
Tang Jia, who was listening nearby, couldn't help it anymore and said: "The dead female taxi driver was also about the same age and had a child. She will take the high school entrance examination next year."
"Human sorrows and joys are short and sad." Wan Baoming sighed heavily, then looked at Jiang Yuan and said, "Jiang Yuan, what do you think? Does Li Tangyi's life have a sense of tragedy like an opera?"
Jiang Yuan had been watching in front of him without saying anything to Wan Baoming. Now that he was called, Jiang Yuan thought for a moment, then took a step forward, moved his left hand forward, and held it as if holding a watermelon, and extended his right hand to
Front, cut hard, then pulled hard...
Then, Jiang Yuan lowered his head again, moving his left hand and drawing with his right hand.
Finally, Jiang Yuan flicked his left hand and threw the watermelon in his hand.
"The process of Li Tangyi's beheading was probably like this." Jiang Yuan had previously reconstructed the crime scene using blood stain analysis, but it had no direct effect.
Wan Baoming was stunned.
Jiang Yuandao: "I don't think Li Tangyi is an opera person."
Wan Baoming recalled Jiang Yuan's actions, and his romantic feelings were greatly reduced: "It really doesn't look like it."
"Killing and quartering, he is dead." Liu Jinghui rubbed oil on his head and said calmly: "I don't know how his wife will punish him."
Tang Jia immediately understood the meaning of Liu Jinghui's words, and couldn't help but look at the screen and said: "Yes, if Li Tangyi puts all the blame on himself and says that his wife tried to dissuade him at the time, then his wife can be taken out.
"
"It's very difficult, and the prosecutor will not accept it. It has been eleven years, and there has been no report or surrender in the meantime, and the husband and wife have continued to live together. The state of the scene does not support it. Murder and dismemberment are not a simple matter.
If there were obstacles in between actions and decisions, it would be difficult to progress to this point." Wan Baoming said: "Based on my understanding of this kind of case, the female prisoner may be the catalyst."
Tang Jiadao: "Li Tangyi should at least give it a try. He's dead anyway."
"He doesn't necessarily think so."
As soon as Liu Jinghui finished speaking, in the interrogation room, the full-time interrogation police officer raised his voice and said sternly: "Li Tangyi, don't be stubborn. If you are bewitched by others, you still have a chance to die. If you let this opportunity go, you will regret it.
of."
"What do you regret? Will you die a few years later?"
"There is a high probability that the death penalty will be suspended and the death penalty will not be executed. Do you understand? As long as there is no intentional crime within two years, the sentence can be commuted to life imprisonment. If you behave well during the life sentence, you may be released after another 20 or 18 years.
By then, you will only be in your fifties, and you still have a lot of good years left..." The interrogating police officer said very seductively.
Tang Jia pointed to the surveillance screen in front of her in surprise and said, "He is probably lying to Li Tangyi."
Wan Baoming: "It's not a pure lie..."
"It's just a lie. Isn't it a basic operation to lie during an interrogation?" Liu Jinghui interrupted Wan Baoming's explanation flatly.
Immediately afterwards, the police in the female prisoner's interrogation room also began to use language techniques.
Tang Jia looked at their expressions and listened to their answers, and couldn't help but draw a very natural conclusion: they were both dead!
Jiang Yuan could also come to the same conclusion and couldn't help but show an expression of relief.
Jiang Yuandao: "The interrogation level of these two people is quite high."
"Yeah, the police officers in our detachment are really selected from thousands of people. Like this Xiao Qiu, we all say that he can trick earthworms into cutting off half of his body and selling it for money. If he is more ruthless, he can continue
Trick the earthworm into cutting yourself vertically."
Jiang Yuan immediately remembered Xiao Qiu and said, "It is necessary to have such a spirit. I hope he can kill more criminals."
What emerged from the somewhat ordinary words was a murderous aura.
Wan Baoming couldn't help but whispered: "Ningtai is far away from the river, and fierce flames are billowing."
Jiang Yuan didn't even blink, he always took it as a compliment.
…
after lunch.
Jiang Yuan packed up and prepared to return to Ningtai.
The Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment has prepared a new case, but both Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui are more willing to go back and rest.
Similar to the reason last time, no one knows how long the next case will take. It is still necessary to take adequate rest before starting.
As for Liu Jinghui's one-week period, he didn't mention it himself, let alone anyone.
After clearing away his laptop and other items, Jiang Yuan greeted the police officers in the office and was about to leave when he saw Yu Wenshu hurriedly entering the door.
"Today is too busy. We are all meeting." Yu Wenshu said something, then put his arm around Jiang Yuan and said, "Don't rush back yet. The victim's family has come to deliver the banner. Let's meet and take photos together."
Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment and said: "Actually, there is no need to see me, just the detachment representative..."
"It is still necessary. I have told the family that this case was solved only because of you. If you were not there, who knows how long the 11-year backlog of cases would have been left unanswered." Yu Wenshu couldn't help but say.
He pulled Jiang Yuan up and said: "The family members have just arrived at the political office, don't make us wait in a hurry."
Having said that, Yu Wenshu said to the other police officers in the backlog class: "Let's all come and take a group photo together to commemorate. The 11-year backlog of murder cases should be the highlight of anyone's career.
"
The police officers present stood up one after another and actively followed him.
Jiang Yuan had no choice but to follow Yu Wenshu and take the elevator to the Political Department.
In the bright and spacious office, the victim's mother was wiping away tears, and his father was coaxing his wife with wet eyes.
The victim's husband was sitting in the middle of the office with his child, somewhat bewildered.
It is the time for boys in junior high school to be rebellious. On the surface, they look a little cool. They sit next to their father, holding the portrait of their mother on their chests, but no one wants to pay attention to them.
When he saw Yu Wenshu and Jiang Yuan enter, and listened to Jiang Yuan's brief introduction to the case, when it was time to take pictures, the boy naturally looked at the portrait, and tears burst out instantly.
When his father saw this, his tense cheeks instantly collapsed and burst into tears.
The victim's parents even cried in unison.
The police officers who originally had a hint of joy on their faces were all silent.
Losing a mother in childhood, losing a wife in middle age, losing a daughter in old age, the pain of a family is difficult for others to understand.
After a long while, the husband was the first to stop talking, holding Jiang Yuan's hand with sadness, and after a while he said: "I had already thought about words of thanks, but now I feel... I cannot thank you enough for a kindness, I..."
The man groaned, knelt down, and knocked his head heavily on the floor, never lifting it up again. What followed was a heavy, howling cry.
The pain of the sudden bad news, the confusion of not knowing the truth, the anger of the real culprit escaping punishment, the hesitation of the great changes in the family, and the bitterness of life coming to a halt, all burst out at this moment.
