Chapter 555: Judgment

"We have to make this case a solid case!"

Nie Chaofan stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground, then stepped on it hard and said harshly.

After the surprise interrogation, Zhao Zhiguo obtained his confession transcript, Nie Chaofan and Xiao Ma approved the criminal detention materials, and rushed the uncle and nephew to the detention center overnight within 48 hours.

Standing at the door of the detention hall of the detention center, Nie Chaofan was not in a hurry to leave. He sent the other auxiliary policemen except Xiao Ma to the police car to rest. He immediately contacted a policeman in the detention center and said that he needed help with a case.

About half an hour later, the police on duty at the detention center opened the iron door of the detention hall and ushered Nie Chaofan and Xiao Ma in, and then took them to a small room inside.

The small room is not big. It only has two single beds and a TV. It seems that it is for the staff on duty to rest.

Xiao Ma, who had just experienced the sudden trial of Zhao Zhiguo with Tan Nie, was shocked and even a little afraid to face his master. Although he was confused at this time, he only glanced at him and did not dare to ask questions.

Nie Chaofan frowned, perhaps because the room was too small and suppressed his energy, or perhaps he noticed his apprentice's confusion, but he spoke first:

"Pony, don't be too entangled in the reasons. When the truth comes to the surface, the reasons will come to light. Don't waver! Don't waver. Since we have come here, we have to investigate whether it is right or wrong! The investigation may not be right, but it is not You will definitely regret it!

"What's more, now that we have investigated, we know that Zhao Zhiguo's line is the only reasonable inference! An acquaintance committed the crime, the corpses were kept far away, and the suspect lied about the time of death. Zhao Zhiguo and Zhao Hui are very consistent with our speculation!"

Maybe he was too stressed and had a way to vent. He didn't know whether Nie Chaofan was telling Xiao Ma or himself: "Xiao Ma, some cases have to find breakthroughs from confessions. Before you come, We investigated a case where a group of people killed someone and dumped their bodies into the river.

"We first arrested people, conducted sudden interrogations, and then collected evidence based on confessions. The thrown dagger came out, and the bloody clothes and pants worn in the crime were also found. When handling a case, you cannot rely on intuition alone, but a good A good detective must have his intuition, that’s why.”

Xiao Ma had a sullen face, waited for a while, and then said hesitantly: "Detective Nie, you see, we haven't found the murder weapon yet. Zhao Zhiguo's car was turned upside down and no trace of the bow was found. . Is there something wrong with our thinking? Is it because we are too subjective and wishful thinking?”

"We have already discussed this issue once." Nie Chaofan's voice dropped and he interrupted directly, "People are here, don't talk anymore."

Xiao Ma lowered his eyes, lowered his head and sat on the corner of the bed.

At this time, the police officer on duty at the detention center brought a detainee wearing an orange vest with the words "Dongzhou Guard" printed on it into the room.

The detainee who followed through the door had feminine features, a hooked nose, narrow eyes with vertical pupils, cold and ruthless eyes, and a long and narrow scar on the right side of his cheek.

"I've brought the person here. You guys can chat. I have to sit outside." The policeman on duty smiled, obviously used to this kind of work. "When you're done talking, send the person to the lobby. Which number will he be transferred to at that time?" Just talk to the monitor on duty.”

After saying that, he yawned and pointed at the detainees before leaving: "Yuan Xiaolong, work hard and try to get another reduced sentence."

Yuan Xiaolong nodded and bowed: "The government can rest assured that we will complete the task."

Reduce more?

Mission accomplished?

What task is accomplished?

What tasks do such detainees need to complete?

Xiaoma murmured in his heart, and his originally depressed mood eased a bit.

After closing the door and waiting for the police officer on duty to leave, Yuan Xiaolong turned to Nie Chaofan, who was sitting beside the bed, and rubbed his thumb and index finger in a flattering manner: "Officer Nie."

After receiving the cigarette, he took a nice puff. Yuan Xiaolong's narrow eyes were so narrow that no gap could be seen: "Police Nie, what's the mission this time? Don't worry, I promise to complete it for you." of."

At first glance, they were old acquaintances, at least they had cooperated before. Xiao Ma looked back and forth at the two people sitting here, and the first thought in his mind was prison detective.

Nie Chaofan said solemnly: "As a rule, you go and check this person's mouth to see if any of his subordinates have committed any crimes."

Yuan Xiaolong nodded like a fool: "Officer Nie, don't worry, as long as I look past him, he will even reveal the size of his wife's bra!"

Nie Chaofan thought for a while and warned: "We are going to extend the approval this time, leaving enough time for you. Take your time and be sure to get it right."

After a pause, in order to prevent this guy from abusing his personal power, Nie Chaofan solemnly said: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't come out. I will send some cigarettes in anyway."

Yuan Xiaolong patted his chest: "Officer Nie, don't worry when I do my job."

Detention center.

Although it was late at night, the lights in the hall were still bright.

Wearing shackles, Zhao Zhiguo huddled in the corner of Datongpu, staring at the ceiling blankly.

He has been here for a long time, and every day is the same life, the same food, the same prison clothes, and the same slogan. He felt like a domestic animal trapped in a cage, unable to breathe or move freely.

I can only wait quietly for death to come and my tragic fate.

But this time, even this simple extravagance could not be satisfied.

Zhao Zhiguo touched the wound broken by the prison head, but he could no longer feel the pain.

Is it because your heart is dead?

Or is it too painful, so you can't feel the pain?

Time passed, and the wake-up bell rang. The roommates got up one after another to wash, but Zhao Zhiguo was still stupidly huddled in the corner, without saying a word.

A burly man staggered over and folded an A4 paper full of words in front of Zhao Zhiguo and put it in his pocket.

"Remember, give this paper you wrote to the police later. If you try to be cunning again, hehe, then you will just catch fifty mosquitoes tonight!"

The prison boss squinted his slender eyes and gestured a few times, and left when he saw that the matter had been settled.

This guy did everything he could to reduce his sentence. After knowing that Zhao Zhiguo was suspected of Gong Sui, he forced Zhao Zhiguo to write a confession. Then he took the confession to the police to provide evidence, and also acted as a witness to make a detailed record, stating that Zhao Zhiguo admitted the crime of Gong Sui in the cell.

In this way, he could make meritorious contributions and obtain judicial commutation of sentence.

After breakfast, a prison guard took Zhao Zhiguo out, walked through a long corridor and led him into an interrogation room.

Sitting opposite him were two police officers he knew.

Zhao Zhiguo handed over the A4 paper in his pocket with both hands and said woodenly: "Government, this is my confession."

The two criminal police looked at each other. The younger one was very happy, clenched his fist in front of his chest, and said excitedly: "Detective Nie, I knew it was these two guys who did it! Wang Xia should rest in peace in the underworld."

The older one was much calmer, and his expression was slightly relieved at this time. He advised the cage: "Zhao Zhiguo, it's good to plead guilty. The court will give you a way out. You will reform yourself well in the future and strive to return to your hometown in your lifetime."

"Okay, government."

The court.

"Dong!"

"Everyone stand up."

"This court believes that the defendants Zhao Zhiguo and Zhao Hui were repeat offenders because they deliberately attacked the victim. Zhao Zhiguo was sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment for the crime of provoking disturbances and should be punished more severely.

"The verdict is as follows: The defendant Zhao Zhiguo is guilty of the crime of attacking and is sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve and deprivation of political rights for life!"

The presiding judge's majestic voice echoed in the courtroom.

But Zhao Zhiguo didn't hear anything at this time.

His eyes were blurred, and he seemed to see his wife leaning against the door at the door.

While she was rocking her daughter who was still crying in her arms, she looked out of the house from time to time, waiting for her husband who didn't know when he would return.

Zhao Zhiguo opened his mouth and murmured: "Wife, I bought you a mobile phone, do you like it? ”

Roadside.

Nie Chaofan spit out the half-bitten cigarette in his mouth and stamped it out.

Looking back at the towering court building, he left without looking back.

Xiao Ma, who was busy calling his girlfriend to show off that he had solved a murder case, looked up and saw his master walking away. He quickly hung up the phone and hurriedly chased after him.

Looking at the master's vaguely vicissitudes of life, Xiao Ma's mind suddenly rang with the few short sentences he had told him before.

"The case will always end, but the pain will not. For the suspects, victims, and the police, this is the most cruel thing. ”

"You are still very young. In the future, you will meet many people, experience many things, gain a lot, and lose a lot. ”

"But no matter what, there are two things you must never throw away. ”

"One is called conscience, and the other is called ideal. ”

(The case of Zhao Zhiguo Gong Sui and the murder of Nie Chaofan are over.)