Chapter 693 Case Closed

The mother of the victim Liu Zhiwu came with her brother and nephew.

Along the way, several relatives comforted Yang Xiuli, which made her mood slightly better. When she saw Liu Sheng, she asked, "Officer, when can I take my son home?"

Liu Sheng's focus was originally on his nephew Yang Wanjun. When Yang Xiuli asked, he was stunned and then said: "I'm afraid it won't be until we close the case. Please wait patiently for a while."

"Then when will the case be closed? When will the murderer be found?" Yang Xiuli asked.

For the police, the attitude of the victim's family is still very important. Liu Sheng said in a good voice: "We are also investigating now. We can only say that we have discovered something, so we asked everyone to make a transcript. There are also some It will help us understand some situations.”

"What have you found?" Yang Xiuli was a little anxious. For her, her son had been gone for a long time, and she wanted to know even a little bit of news.

Liu Sheng shook his head slightly and said, "Sorry, the case is still under investigation. These are confidential information."

"Isn't it okay if I'm the victim's mother?"

Liu Sheng shook his head and called another criminal policeman over, saying: "Let's take a transcript first. I will inform you specifically when I have more information to tell."

Yang Xiuli's sister-in-law also came over and pulled Yang Xiuli away.

Yang Wanjun had been observing the police, but remained silent. He followed his aunt closely until he was called to a separate interrogation room by the criminal police.

After the group of people dispersed, Liu Sheng sighed and said to Jiang Yuan, "Would you like to go to the monitoring room together?"

"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded, closed his eyes and recalled the footwork of Yang Wanjun who had just left, and said, "The footprints left at the memorial place should be Yang Wanjun's." "

Facing the real person, Jiang Yuan was really not sure. The person who ordered the murder was Yang Wanjun.

From what I just observed, Yang Wanjun is just an ordinary young man in his 30s, wearing a plaid shirt and sneakers. His social skills are weak, but he is not completely incapable of social interaction.

He doesn’t feel like a photographer or photography enthusiast, but more like a programmer or programming enthusiast.

Liu Sheng was not sure that Yang Wanjun was the mastermind behind the scenes, but he still said excitedly: "It is a good thing to have a breakthrough. Even if he is not the murderer, he must be an insider."

Liu Jinghui nodded slightly, affirming the reasoning enthusiasts.

monitoring room.

On the big screen, the interrogation room where Yang Wanjun was located was listed separately, occupying a quarter of the screen, and next to it were real-time images of several other interrogation rooms.

Liu Sheng's level was not high enough and he could not use the bureau's command center. The level of informatization instantly returned to the level of Ningtai County, which made Jiang Yuan and others get used to it.

Liu Jinghui, Li Haochen and others stood behind Jiang Yuan, each wearing a wireless headset that could adjust the sound of different interrogation rooms. At this time, several people unanimously chose interrogation room No. 3 where Yang Wanjun was located.

It can be heard that Yang Wanjun's voice is relatively calm at this time. After briefly describing his relationship with his cousin, he extended it and said: "My cousin likes to educate people. You said he works in a decoration company. , he had to quarrel every day, and had to lie to people and steal money. In the end, he felt that he understood society. What happened in the end... Well, my aunt did the same, and she thought her own education method was good..."

When Li Haochen heard this, he couldn't help but take out his notebook, opened it and started recording: He had a strong desire to express himself, and he had strong emotions when talking about the deceased and his mother...

Liu Jinghui turned his head and glanced, curled his lips and whispered: "You are a bit hasty.

"Partly based on Yang Wanjun's scarf and circle of friends." Li Haochen said softly: "When he speaks online, his attitude is even more arrogant than now."

Liu Jinghui raised his eyebrows. He often paid attention to the Internet status of the people involved in the case, but this level of regularity was obviously not as high as that of young people like Li Haochen.

At this time, the policeman in Interrogation Room 3 asked again: "What were you doing when Liu Zhiwu disappeared?"

"I don't remember much, just go to work as usual, play games or something." Yang Wanjun acted extremely calmly.

The interrogating policeman frowned seriously and continued: "Your own cousin disappeared. You don't remember much about such a big thing?"

"Who remembers the specific time? It was so long ago. Moreover, the people my cousin comes into contact with are very complicated. It is normal for him to disappear for a day or two. When my aunt feels that something is wrong and starts calling people everywhere, she is afraid that Several days have passed." Yang Wanjun said with reason.

monitoring room.

Li Haochen frowned and said: "This Yang Wanjun obviously has no experience in being tried, but he is a little lucky. He didn't kill anyone with his own hands. He really doesn't have too much psychological burden."

"Does planning to kill someone not count?" Mu Zhiyang has been following Jiang Yuan for a long time, and he has the attribute of being jealous of evil.

Li Haochen said "Huh" and said: "We are not talking about the law, but only about personal psychology. The psychological burden of killing someone with your own hands and planning to kill someone are not on the same level."

"So, planning to kill will also help him resist interrogation?"

"That's more or less it. However, if he is really the mastermind behind the scenes, the ending will still be the same." Li Haochen doesn't think that ordinary people can pass the interrogation and appraisal. Without training, they can't make it up by relying on fabrication. .

Many people think that they are calm and relaxed when lying to friends, because many friends do not expose them, or the content of the lie is harmless, and some friends are just careless. But for criminal police, the meaning of record is to take notes with a pen. After all the fabricated content is recorded, it is not acceptable to have inconsistencies.

After the police have grasped some facts, the probability of passing the interrogation is even lower.

For people like Yang Wanjun, even if he made up a lie perfectly, he still had to be checked again and again with a magnifying glass.

"We have sent people to search Yang Wanjun's home, and also invited computer experts to analyze his electronic products. In a few hours at most, we can know clearly what websites he likes to visit and whether he buys memberships." Cui Qishan said, and then smiled, a little ferocious, like the occasional atavistic smile of a domesticated wild wolf.

Mu Zhiyang didn't know what he thought of, and hissed: "High-tech crime is not advisable."

"The victim's mother is still praising Yang Wanjun." Wang Chuanxing reminded in a low voice. He was on a mission, and he couldn't just look at any monitoring room he wanted.

Liu Sheng changed the big screen to the victim's mother's perspective, and everyone adjusted their voices.

The victim's mother kept repeating the same words: "I have watched Wanjun grow up. When he was young, he was often sent to my house. He spent his winter and summer vacations at my house. I paid his tuition fees, helped him find a job, bought him a camera, and bought furniture... Wanjun is a good child. It would be great if Zhiwu could be as obedient as him..."

"So, you have been supporting Yang Wanjun for a long time? Why?" the interrogating police officer asked.

The victim's mother shook her head: "That doesn't count as financial support. Wanjun is a member of my Yang family. Isn't it my duty to give him some money?"

"What about your son?"

"It's the same with my son. He doesn't lack food and he often played with Wanjun when he was young."

"How is his relationship with Yang Wanjun?"

"It's pretty good."

"Now, do they meet often?"

"We have family reunions during festivals. I often take my son home. He has been busy in the past two years, so he has been less likely to go home."

"In your will, your son Liu Zhiwu is the first heir and Yang Wanjun is the second heir? Why is it set up like this?" The interrogating police asked questions about interests again.

The victim's mother said naturally: "Wanjun hasn't married yet. What I mean is that if I were here, I could help Wanjun borrow money to get married. If I'm gone, I'll give half of the house to Wanjun, which is enough for him to make a down payment."

"Does your son agree?"

"I agree. He doesn't care about me, and I don't spend his money." The old lady's tone was very hard.

The people in the monitoring room looked at each other, and Cui Qishan whispered, "With a mother like this, it's no surprise that anyone would kill someone."

I made an appointment with the neurosurgeon for another follow-up visit, learned about the surgery for pituitary tumors in detail, discussed the results, and said that I could observe for a while and take medicine first. So I don't need to have surgery for the time being, and I'm a little happy.