Criminal Investigation Files

Chapter 11

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the Nancheng Bureau, everyone was still busy, and Fu Linjiang came over from outside, "Team Song, Ma Minghui brought it here."

The case has come to this point, and it has reached the most critical point. Sometimes it will be difficult to recover, or it may be dark and bright. The whole trial process is like a game. No matter right or wrong, you will get more information. Unlike the previous inquiries about love, Ma Minghui was brought in directly as a suspect. No longer hide and tuck, you can go straight to the topic.

The police station's interrogation room is covered with blue soundproof walls. There are only tables, chairs, benches and a lamp in the entire space, which looks clean and depressing. Ma Minghui had been brought into the interrogation room. Song Wen took Fu Linjiang and Lu Siyu to the observation room separated by a wall. There was a large single-sided glass here. This side cannot be seen indoors.

Zhu Xiao handed Song Wen the detailed information about Ma Minghui and the bank transfer record just called up. Song Wen took it and said, "Don't give him water, let him dry for 20 minutes." Then he turned around and explained to Lu Siyu, "Right now, interrogation cannot be corporal punishment, nor can you induce confessions to deceive, so you must pay more attention to psychological skills. You can't lure him. , but if you can cheat him, you should pay attention to control the rhythm at all times. Put yourself in the active position."

As time went by, Ma Minghui in the interrogation room obviously became impatient. Since he was still uncertain about his crime, he did not restrict his personal freedom, but only took away all his personal belongings. Ma Minghui paced the room for a few minutes. , knocked on the door.

Naturally, no one cared about him.

Then Ma Minghui rubbed his hands helplessly and sat back again. Several criminal policemen were watching him in the observation room separated by a wall. This man looked in his twenties, about 1.8 meters tall, with dyed brown hair, wheat complexion, and slightly long bangs. Pretty neat.

Song Wen looked at the various materials attentively, compared several pieces of paper, and pointed with his finger: "There is indeed a problem here." Fu Linjiang heard him speak and came over and looked at a few bank slips.

Lin Zhenghua not only transferred 100,000 yuan from his love, but also successively withdrawn 200,000 yuan in cash. Now all kinds of payment methods are so convenient, and the victim has not bought a house or a car, this large amount of withdrawal is indeed questionable, and in the end One withdrawal turned out to be 100,000 at a time at 7:10 p.m. on the day of the murder.

Song Wen looked at the other evidence Zhu Xiao found. It was an anonymous email that the victim received a month ago. There was a close photo of him and Ma Minghui in the private room of the bar. Then he opened Ma Minghui's most recent email. For the record, there are a few large purchases, and the bank accounts are also more than usual. Looking further forward, it seems that every once in a while, his account will add an ill-gotten wealth.

Fu Linjiang frowned: "Isn't this... the fairy dance?" It's just that the fairy dance in the past was more used in the relationship between men and women. Now this relationship seems to be a variant of the traditional fairy dance.

Song Wen nodded and told Zhu Xiao: "Make a good video and audio record."

This time, Song Wen and Fu Linjiang were in charge of the interrogation work. Ma Minghui didn't pay attention to the sudden arrival of people, was startled by the sound of them opening the door, and raised his head in panic.

Song Wen glanced at him, sat opposite him, and pulled the stool forward.

Ma Minghui just woke up like a dream: "Officer, there must be some misunderstanding. I really don't know that Lin Zhenghua is dead. I really didn't do anything..."