Chapter 92
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On the fifth day after Chen Yanqiu's body was found, Zhang Congyun was taken to the interrogation room of Nancheng Municipal Bureau. He is also the first suspect in this case.
Song Wen looked at the old man through the glass window of the observation room. Under the light of the interrogation room, his face was taut, and the wrinkles and gullies on his face were more obvious. People could not see what he was thinking.
Today, Song Wen asked Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia to inquire first. Compared with him and Lu Si language, Fu Linjiang seems to be more like a policeman recognized by ordinary people. Lao Jia is not so easy to talk because he is old. He hopes to give the old man some prestige.
Separated from the traffic, Zhang Congyun looked up at Lu Siyu who sent him out. Their eyes crossed for a second. At that moment, his eyes were full of vicissitudes and fatigue, but after that, there was a kind of stubborn sharp as a sword.
Lu Siyu sent him out. It's summer, and during the day, he's wearing a jacket and trousers. Out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Zhang Congyun walked all the way to the opposite bus station, and then sat down. His back was bent and his body was curled up together. The wind was blowing his hair. Silver was more than black. Only at this time could people really feel that he was just an old man with a dead wife.
After six hours of detention, Zhang Congyun signed and was allowed to leave.
Zhang Congyun nodded and asked nothing more.
Song Wen hesitated for a moment and told him: "at the end of last year, just before the Spring Festival, he was stabbed in the chest by a knife and found in a chemical factory after his death."
"My story is finished. I really don't know anything else." Zhang Congyun closed his eyes and opened them after a while. "Can you tell me, he How did you die? "
"What else do you know?" Fu Linjiang continued.
Zhang Congyun raised his head slightly: "are you not satisfied with my answer? You can torture me and make me admit that I killed him. "
"Is what you are saying true?" Fu Linjiang didn't believe him.
"Oh." The old man looked at them as if he didn't believe Song Wen's words and gave a sneer. Song Wen didn't speak, but he understood that he was disheartened. The case happened half a year ago. At that time, he might have hoped that the police would give him an answer.
Song Wen looked directly at him and said, "when the case comes to me, I will find out. I will find out the death of your wife and Chen Yanqiu. "
"A person you know, who has talked and had dinner with, suddenly someone tells you that he is dead, and that he is not clear, and that he doesn't know who killed him. Isn't that frightening? People's instinctive reaction will say that it has nothing to do with themselves, right Zhang Congyun looked up at them and said, "besides, you policemen. Shouldn't we go and find out who killed my wife first? "
Song Wen asked: "what are you afraid of?"
"Because I don't want to let these things disturb my life any more. Besides, I'm a little scared... "
Song Wen asked: "last time we went to your home, why did you lie to us?"
Zhang Congyun looked up at Song Wen: "officer, I know what you are thinking. We are not very close. After I bought him some medicine, I saw him finally get better. That day, I told him that my wife didn't climb the South Tower until she died. I refused his money compensation, so he wanted to buy one to compensate me." At this point, Zhang Congyun's eyes finally moved, "in fact, yesterday, when you came to me, I knew that he was dead. His death has nothing to do with me. "
"Where did you get the model of the South Tower?"
"The second time was because he got sick in a small hotel and felt that he was dying. He called me and asked me to forgive him before he died, otherwise he would not be at ease. I sympathize with him a little. He didn't know anything about Dingbao at first, and He's a kid, younger than my daughter. I can't wait to save myself. "
Song Wen continued: "you took Chen Yanqiu to the clinic. It seems that you went to the clinic more than once."
The result is really chilling.
"How do you know I haven't been there?" Zhang Congyun looked at Fu Linjiang and said with a sneer, "I went to the traffic bureau at that time and said that there was something wrong with the traffic accident. You know what people over there asked me." He pauses and continues, "they don't ask me where I got it from or what evidence I have. They ask me if I don't have enough compensation."
Fu Linjiang asked: "knowing that someone was guilty of the accident at that time, why didn't you call the police?"
Zhang Congyun looked down at his hand: "I know he is very ill. It's a matter of time before he dies. What can I do? My wife is dead and I've been compensated. I can't stay in that car accident forever. I have my own life
"So, you just forgive him? "
" at first, I hated him and wanted to beat him up or kill him. Because of his existence, the real murderer who killed my wife didn't get punishment. Now I don't know which son of a bitch killed him. My wife's death should not be his way of making money. " Zhang Congyun said here, leaning back in the chair, "he said he was willing to compensate me, but I didn't ask for it. I asked him who the killer was. But like me, he didn't know much about the whole thing. Then he passed out before I hit him. I had no choice but to take him to a nearby clinic. ""And then?" Song Wen asked.
"I said it to him." Zhang Congyun's voice was calm and hoarse, as if without emotion. "After my wife died, one day, I suddenly received a phone call. The person on the phone said that he could tell me about my wife's car accident. I went, and this man showed up. " Zhang Congyun said, pointing to the photo on the desk, "then I met the young man, who told me the whole process of the accident. He was in a group and received this task. He didn't expect that things would develop like this. "
"How do you know?"
"No Guo Shu shook his head and denied this, "I know he has something to do with my wife's car accident. I also know that he is not the one who really killed my wife. "
“…… Did he approach you as Zhang Rui? "
In the observation room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Siyu finally began to record. As long as Zhang Congyun is willing to cooperate, he can ask for some information.
This time, Zhang Congyun was silent for a moment and replied, "after the car accident."
Song Wen sat next to Fu Linjiang and said, "we are just investigating the cause of Chen Yanqiu's death. You are the person he contacted before his death. You are the person who knows that he was still alive. If you are not the murderer, I hope you can provide us with relevant clues. So that we can solve this case. " This kind of opening is frank enough. Song Wen shows almost all the cards. He pauses and asks, "when did you know him?"
The light of the interrogation room came down from the top, and his eyelids were drooping, casting a shadow on the lower edge of his eyes. He is not as grumpy as he used to be at home, but he can still tell from his words that he doesn't want to cooperate.
Zhang Congyun sat there quietly, looked down at several photos on the table, and finally said, "the previous photos are not very clear. I'm old and have a bad memory. I forgot them."
"I know you may not be the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, but..." Song Wen put a stack of surveillance photos taken from Ruyi Hotel on the table: "there are all human and material evidences. Now you still want to say, don't you know Chen Yanqiu?"
Zhang Congyun saw him come in and looked up at him. There was a moment's silence in the interrogation room, except for the hum of the exhaust fan.
Lao Jia nodded, enjoying himself. Song Wen took the hot potato, turned to go out, and opened the door of the interrogation room.
Song Wen thought about it, stood up and stopped the old Jia who wanted to go back to the interrogation room, "I'll ask myself this time."
What kind of situation does Zhang Congyun belong to? What are his worries and the reasons why he conceals the truth?
Some people, timid, afraid, were told, or threatened. Things may not involve them. They think that if they don't mention it or say a lie, there will be no harm. Some people lie to hide information, protect family members, protect relatives, or have other purposes. There is another situation that is most irritating, but it is also very common. Those people just don't tell you because of nothing. If it seems to bring trouble to other people's work, they can get pleasure. They are simply hostile to the police, with hate, do not want to solve the case.
But people lie for a reason.
As a case related person, the testimony of witnesses is often mixed with lies, and it is also one of their daily work to identify lies.
In his heart, Song Wen didn't want to let Zhang Congyun go easily. He always felt that there were doubts about this man.
Song Wen nodded, "if Zhang Congyun is not the murderer, it will be the limit to detain him for several hours." At this point, he slightly frowned and said: "I still have some things I can't figure out. Why did he lie before?"
Zhu Xiao asked: "that is to say, if the communication process between Zhang Congyun and Chen Yanqiu has no direct relationship with Chen Yanqiu's death, even if Zhang Congyun has more doubts, we can't detain him for a long time?"
"I checked their information. Zhang Congyun once had a son who died young. Chen Yanqiu also lost his father in his early years. Maybe these two people had empathy in the delicate process of communication." Lu Siyu said and fiddled with his pen. "We can question the strangeness of this relationship and think that his behavior is suspicious. But without direct evidence, we can't say anything from the legal or professional point of view."
Old Jia said: "so, is this old man really not a murderer?"
Lu Siyu thought for a moment, looked at Zhang Congyun who was in the interrogation room and said, "he doesn't need this to defend himself, maybe because he doesn't know the specific time of Chen Yanqiu's death."
Lao Jia also came to see the information: "I have a point that I didn't think clearly. Since he is not a murderer and has sufficient alibi, why didn't he tell us after we tried him for so long? Isn't that a waste of each other's time? "
Now, Zhang Congyun's travel information just covers this period of time. That is to say, Zhang Congyun has sufficient alibi to prove that he is not the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, or at least not the direct murderer.
Chen Yanqiu's body has become a mummy, and the police can only draw an approximate time zone according to the results of Lin xiuran's autopsy and Fu Linjiang's search for the hotel owner, proving that he was killed during this period of time.Zhu Xiao nodded and said: "after checking, he was in his hometown at that time. I went to call my relatives to verify that Zhang Congyun's hometown is in Lizhou, and it takes more than ten hours to go back and forth by train. I can confirm that he has not left at that time."
Song Wen opened it and went back with Zhang Lili and her granddaughter: "has the information been checked?"
Zhu Xiao knocked on the door and entered the interrogation room: "Song team, you asked me to check Zhang Congyun's whereabouts during the period of Chen Yanqiu's death. And then I found this. " He handed Song Wen a piece of printed paper with a round-trip ticket for Zhang Congyun to his hometown for the Spring Festival.
Lu Siyu bit his nails and looked at the white record book in front of him. From the morning till now, he has not recorded anything of value.
At half-time, when Lao Jia came out to pour the water, he said: "Song team, this old man is playing dumb because of his age. I don't know what to ask. "
The interrogation was not smooth. It has been more than two hours since the beginning of the interrogation. The information provided by the elderly is very limited. Fu Linjiang asked many questions, but he was silent. When he was in a hurry, he said he didn't know.
Lu Siyu wanted to see more clearly, but his sight was blocked by several cars. When those cars left, the opposite platform was empty.
At the same time, in Nancheng Municipal Bureau, as soon as song Wengang sorted out his things and came out of the observation room of the interrogation room, Zhu Xiao came over and said, "team song, I just saw that the transfer list of team Xu over there seems to have written down the name of Lu Siyu..."
Xu Changying couldn't get around anyway. Song Wen got up and said, "you continue to investigate the case. I'll go to the ad hoc group to communicate." Net, net,...:
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On the fifth day after Chen Yanqiu's body was found, Zhang Congyun was taken to the interrogation room of Nancheng Municipal Bureau. He is also the first suspect in this case.
Song Wen looked at the old man through the glass window of the observation room. Under the light of the interrogation room, his face was taut, and the wrinkles and gullies on his face were more obvious. People could not see what he was thinking.
Today, Song Wen asked Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia to inquire first. Compared with him and Lu Si language, Fu Linjiang seems to be more like a policeman recognized by ordinary people. Lao Jia is not so easy to talk because he is old. He hopes to give the old man some prestige.
Separated from the traffic, Zhang Congyun looked up at Lu Siyu who sent him out. Their eyes crossed for a second. At that moment, his eyes were full of vicissitudes and fatigue, but after that, there was a kind of stubborn sharp as a sword.
Lu Siyu sent him out. It's summer, and during the day, he's wearing a jacket and trousers. Out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Zhang Congyun walked all the way to the opposite bus station, and then sat down. His back was bent and his body was curled up together. The wind was blowing his hair. Silver was more than black. Only at this time could people really feel that he was just an old man with a dead wife.
After six hours of detention, Zhang Congyun signed and was allowed to leave.
Zhang Congyun nodded and asked nothing more.
Song Wen hesitated for a moment and told him: "at the end of last year, just before the Spring Festival, he was stabbed in the chest by a knife and found in a chemical factory after his death."
"My story is finished. I really don't know anything else." Zhang Congyun closed his eyes and opened them after a while. "Can you tell me, he How did you die? "
"What else do you know?" Fu Linjiang continued.
Zhang Congyun raised his head slightly: "are you not satisfied with my answer? You can torture me and make me admit that I killed him. "
"Is what you are saying true?" Fu Linjiang didn't believe him.
"Oh." The old man looked at them as if he didn't believe Song Wen's words and gave a sneer. Song Wen didn't speak, but he understood that he was disheartened. The case happened half a year ago. At that time, he might have hoped that the police would give him an answer.
Song Wen looked directly at him and said, "when the case comes to me, I will find out. I will find out the death of your wife and Chen Yanqiu. "
"A person you know, who has talked and had dinner with, suddenly someone tells you that he is dead, and that he is not clear, and that he doesn't know who killed him. Isn't that frightening? People's instinctive reaction will say that it has nothing to do with themselves, right Zhang Congyun looked up at them and said, "besides, you policemen. Shouldn't we go and find out who killed my wife first? "
Song Wen asked: "what are you afraid of?"
"Because I don't want to let these things disturb my life any more. Besides, I'm a little scared... "
Song Wen asked: "last time we went to your home, why did you lie to us?"
Zhang Congyun looked up at Song Wen: "officer, I know what you are thinking. We are not very close. After I bought him some medicine, I saw him finally get better. That day, I told him that my wife didn't climb the South Tower until she died. I refused his money compensation, so he wanted to buy one to compensate me." At this point, Zhang Congyun's eyes finally moved, "in fact, yesterday, when you came to me, I knew that he was dead. His death has nothing to do with me. "
"Where did you get the model of the South Tower?"
"The second time was because he got sick in a small hotel and felt that he was dying. He called me and asked me to forgive him before he died, otherwise he would not be at ease. I sympathize with him a little. He didn't know anything about Dingbao at first, and He's a kid, younger than my daughter. I can't wait to save myself. "
Song Wen continued: "you took Chen Yanqiu to the clinic. It seems that you went to the clinic more than once."
The result is really chilling.
"How do you know I haven't been there?" Zhang Congyun looked at Fu Linjiang and said with a sneer, "I went to the traffic bureau at that time and said that there was something wrong with the traffic accident. You know what people over there asked me." He pauses and continues, "they don't ask me where I got it from or what evidence I have. They ask me if I don't have enough compensation."
Fu Linjiang asked: "knowing that someone was guilty of the accident at that time, why didn't you call the police?"
Zhang Congyun looked down at his hand: "I know he is very ill. It's a matter of time before he dies. What can I do? My wife is dead and I've been compensated. I can't stay in that car accident forever. I have my own life
"So, you just forgive him? "
" at first, I hated him and wanted to beat him up or kill him. Because of his existence, the real murderer who killed my wife didn't get punishment. Now I don't know which son of a bitch killed him. My wife's death should not be his way of making money. " Zhang Congyun said here, leaning back in the chair, "he said he was willing to compensate me, but I didn't ask for it. I asked him who the killer was. But like me, he didn't know much about the whole thing. Then he passed out before I hit him. I had no choice but to take him to a nearby clinic. ""And then?" Song Wen asked.
"I said it to him." Zhang Congyun's voice was calm and hoarse, as if without emotion. "After my wife died, one day, I suddenly received a phone call. The person on the phone said that he could tell me about my wife's car accident. I went, and this man showed up. " Zhang Congyun said, pointing to the photo on the desk, "then I met the young man, who told me the whole process of the accident. He was in a group and received this task. He didn't expect that things would develop like this. "
"How do you know?"
"No Guo Shu shook his head and denied this, "I know he has something to do with my wife's car accident. I also know that he is not the one who really killed my wife. "
“…… Did he approach you as Zhang Rui? "
In the observation room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Siyu finally began to record. As long as Zhang Congyun is willing to cooperate, he can ask for some information.
This time, Zhang Congyun was silent for a moment and replied, "after the car accident."
Song Wen sat next to Fu Linjiang and said, "we are just investigating the cause of Chen Yanqiu's death. You are the person he contacted before his death. You are the person who knows that he was still alive. If you are not the murderer, I hope you can provide us with relevant clues. So that we can solve this case. " This kind of opening is frank enough. Song Wen shows almost all the cards. He pauses and asks, "when did you know him?"
The light of the interrogation room came down from the top, and his eyelids were drooping, casting a shadow on the lower edge of his eyes. He is not as grumpy as he used to be at home, but he can still tell from his words that he doesn't want to cooperate.
Zhang Congyun sat there quietly, looked down at several photos on the table, and finally said, "the previous photos are not very clear. I'm old and have a bad memory. I forgot them."
"I know you may not be the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, but..." Song Wen put a stack of surveillance photos taken from Ruyi Hotel on the table: "there are all human and material evidences. Now you still want to say, don't you know Chen Yanqiu?"
Zhang Congyun saw him come in and looked up at him. There was a moment's silence in the interrogation room, except for the hum of the exhaust fan.
Lao Jia nodded, enjoying himself. Song Wen took the hot potato, turned to go out, and opened the door of the interrogation room.
Song Wen thought about it, stood up and stopped the old Jia who wanted to go back to the interrogation room, "I'll ask myself this time."
What kind of situation does Zhang Congyun belong to? What are his worries and the reasons why he conceals the truth?
Some people, timid, afraid, were told, or threatened. Things may not involve them. They think that if they don't mention it or say a lie, there will be no harm. Some people lie to hide information, protect family members, protect relatives, or have other purposes. There is another situation that is most irritating, but it is also very common. Those people just don't tell you because of nothing. If it seems to bring trouble to other people's work, they can get pleasure. They are simply hostile to the police, with hate, do not want to solve the case.
But people lie for a reason.
As a case related person, the testimony of witnesses is often mixed with lies, and it is also one of their daily work to identify lies.
In his heart, Song Wen didn't want to let Zhang Congyun go easily. He always felt that there were doubts about this man.
Song Wen nodded, "if Zhang Congyun is not the murderer, it will be the limit to detain him for several hours." At this point, he slightly frowned and said: "I still have some things I can't figure out. Why did he lie before?"
Zhu Xiao asked: "that is to say, if the communication process between Zhang Congyun and Chen Yanqiu has no direct relationship with Chen Yanqiu's death, even if Zhang Congyun has more doubts, we can't detain him for a long time?"
"I checked their information. Zhang Congyun once had a son who died young. Chen Yanqiu also lost his father in his early years. Maybe these two people had empathy in the delicate process of communication." Lu Siyu said and fiddled with his pen. "We can question the strangeness of this relationship and think that his behavior is suspicious. But without direct evidence, we can't say anything from the legal or professional point of view."
Old Jia said: "so, is this old man really not a murderer?"
Lu Siyu thought for a moment, looked at Zhang Congyun who was in the interrogation room and said, "he doesn't need this to defend himself, maybe because he doesn't know the specific time of Chen Yanqiu's death."
Lao Jia also came to see the information: "I have a point that I didn't think clearly. Since he is not a murderer and has sufficient alibi, why didn't he tell us after we tried him for so long? Isn't that a waste of each other's time? "
Now, Zhang Congyun's travel information just covers this period of time. That is to say, Zhang Congyun has sufficient alibi to prove that he is not the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, or at least not the direct murderer.
Chen Yanqiu's body has become a mummy, and the police can only draw an approximate time zone according to the results of Lin xiuran's autopsy and Fu Linjiang's search for the hotel owner, proving that he was killed during this period of time.Zhu Xiao nodded and said: "after checking, he was in his hometown at that time. I went to call my relatives to verify that Zhang Congyun's hometown is in Lizhou, and it takes more than ten hours to go back and forth by train. I can confirm that he has not left at that time."
Song Wen opened it and went back with Zhang Lili and her granddaughter: "has the information been checked?"
Zhu Xiao knocked on the door and entered the interrogation room: "Song team, you asked me to check Zhang Congyun's whereabouts during the period of Chen Yanqiu's death. And then I found this. " He handed Song Wen a piece of printed paper with a round-trip ticket for Zhang Congyun to his hometown for the Spring Festival.
Lu Siyu bit his nails and looked at the white record book in front of him. From the morning till now, he has not recorded anything of value.
At half-time, when Lao Jia came out to pour the water, he said: "Song team, this old man is playing dumb because of his age. I don't know what to ask. "
The interrogation was not smooth. It has been more than two hours since the beginning of the interrogation. The information provided by the elderly is very limited. Fu Linjiang asked many questions, but he was silent. When he was in a hurry, he said he didn't know.
Lu Siyu wanted to see more clearly, but his sight was blocked by several cars. When those cars left, the opposite platform was empty.
At the same time, in Nancheng Municipal Bureau, as soon as song Wengang sorted out his things and came out of the observation room of the interrogation room, Zhu Xiao came over and said, "team song, I just saw that the transfer list of team Xu over there seems to have written down the name of Lu Siyu..."
Xu Changying couldn't get around anyway. Song Wen got up and said, "you continue to investigate the case. I'll go to the ad hoc group to communicate." Net, net,...:
On the fifth day after Chen Yanqiu's body was found, Zhang Congyun was taken to the interrogation room of Nancheng Municipal Bureau. He is also the first suspect in this case. Song Wen looked at the old man through the glass window of the observation room. Under the light of the interrogation room, his face was taut, and the wrinkles and gullies on his face were more obvious. People could not see what he was thinking. Today, Song Wen asked Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia to inquire first. Compared with him and Lu Si language, Fu Linjiang seems to be more like a policeman recognized by ordinary people. Lao Jia is not so easy to talk because he is old. He hopes to give the old man some prestige. Separated from the traffic, Zhang Congyun looked up at Lu Siyu who sent him out. Their eyes crossed for a second. At that moment, his eyes were full of vicissitudes and fatigue, but after that, there was a kind of stubborn sharp as a sword. Lu Siyu sent him out. It's summer, and during the day, he's wearing a jacket and trousers. Out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Zhang Congyun walked all the way to the opposite bus station, and then sat down. His back was bent and his body was curled up together. The wind was blowing his hair. Silver was more than black. Only at this time could people really feel that he was just an old man with a dead wife. After six hours of detention, Zhang Congyun signed and was allowed to leave. Zhang Congyun nodded and asked nothing more. Song Wen hesitated for a moment and told him: "at the end of last year, just before the Spring Festival, he was stabbed in the chest by a knife and found in a chemical factory after his death." "My story is finished. I really don't know anything else." Zhang Congyun closed his eyes and opened them after a while. "Can you tell me, he How did you die? " "What else do you know?" Fu Linjiang continued. Zhang Congyun raised his head slightly: "are you not satisfied with my answer? You can torture me and make me admit that I killed him. " "Is what you are saying true?" Fu Linjiang didn't believe him. "Oh." The old man looked at them as if he didn't believe Song Wen's words and gave a sneer. Song Wen didn't speak, but he understood that he was disheartened. The case happened half a year ago. At that time, he might have hoped that the police would give him an answer. Song Wen looked directly at him and said, "when the case comes to me, I will find out. I will find out the death of your wife and Chen Yanqiu. " "A person you know, who has talked and had dinner with, suddenly someone tells you that he is dead, and that he is not clear, and that he doesn't know who killed him. Isn't that frightening? People's instinctive reaction will say that it has nothing to do with themselves, right Zhang Congyun looked up at them and said, "besides, you policemen. Shouldn't we go and find out who killed my wife first? " Song Wen asked: "what are you afraid of?" "Because I don't want to let these things disturb my life any more. Besides, I'm a little scared... " Song Wen asked: "last time we went to your home, why did you lie to us?" Zhang Congyun looked up at Song Wen: "officer, I know what you are thinking. We are not very close. After I bought him some medicine, I saw him finally get better. That day, I told him that my wife didn't climb the South Tower until she died. I refused his money compensation, so he wanted to buy one to compensate me." At this point, Zhang Congyun's eyes finally moved, "in fact, yesterday, when you came to me, I knew that he was dead. His death has nothing to do with me. " "Where did you get the model of the South Tower?" "The second time was because he got sick in a small hotel and felt that he was dying. He called me and asked me to forgive him before he died, otherwise he would not be at ease. I sympathize with him a little. He didn't know anything about Dingbao at first, and He's a kid, younger than my daughter. I can't wait to save myself. " Song Wen continued: "you took Chen Yanqiu to the clinic. It seems that you went to the clinic more than once." The result is really chilling. "How do you know I haven't been there?" Zhang Congyun looked at Fu Linjiang and said with a sneer, "I went to the traffic bureau at that time and said that there was something wrong with the traffic accident. You know what people over there asked me." He pauses and continues, "they don't ask me where I got it from or what evidence I have. They ask me if I don't have enough compensation." Fu Linjiang asked: "knowing that someone was guilty of the accident at that time, why didn't you call the police?" Zhang Congyun looked down at his hand: "I know he is very ill. It's a matter of time before he dies. What can I do? My wife is dead and I've been compensated. I can't stay in that car accident forever. I have my own life "So, you just forgive him? "" at first, I hated him and wanted to beat him up or kill him. Because of his existence, the real murderer who killed my wife didn't get punishment. Now I don't know which son of a bitch killed him. My wife's death should not be his way of making money. " Zhang Congyun said here, leaning back in the chair, "he said he was willing to compensate me, but I didn't ask for it. I asked him who the killer was. But like me, he didn't know much about the whole thing. Then he passed out before I hit him. I had no choice but to take him to a nearby clinic. ""And then?" Song Wen asked. "I said it to him." Zhang Congyun's voice was calm and hoarse, as if without emotion. "After my wife died, one day, I suddenly received a phone call. The person on the phone said that he could tell me about my wife's car accident. I went, and this man showed up. " Zhang Congyun said, pointing to the photo on the desk, "then I met the young man, who told me the whole process of the accident. He was in a group and received this task. He didn't expect that things would develop like this. " "How do you know?" "No Guo Shu shook his head and denied this, "I know he has something to do with my wife's car accident. I also know that he is not the one who really killed my wife. " Did he approach you as Zhang Rui? " In the observation room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Siyu finally began to record. As long as Zhang Congyun is willing to cooperate, he can ask for some information. This time, Zhang Congyun was silent for a moment and replied, "after the car accident." Song Wen sat next to Fu Linjiang and said, "we are just investigating the cause of Chen Yanqiu's death. You are the person he contacted before his death. You are the person who knows that he was still alive. If you are not the murderer, I hope you can provide us with relevant clues. So that we can solve this case. " This kind of opening is frank enough. Song Wen shows almost all the cards. He pauses and asks, "when did you know him?" The light of the interrogation room came down from the top, and his eyelids were drooping, casting a shadow on the lower edge of his eyes. He is not as grumpy as he used to be at home, but he can still tell from his words that he doesn't want to cooperate. Zhang Congyun sat there quietly, looked down at several photos on the table, and finally said, "the previous photos are not very clear. I'm old and have a bad memory. I forgot them." "I know you may not be the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, but..." Song Wen put a stack of surveillance photos taken from Ruyi Hotel on the table: "there are all human and material evidences. Now you still want to say, don't you know Chen Yanqiu?" Zhang Congyun saw him come in and looked up at him. There was a moment's silence in the interrogation room, except for the hum of the exhaust fan. Lao Jia nodded, enjoying himself. Song Wen took the hot potato, turned to go out, and opened the door of the interrogation room. Song Wen thought about it, stood up and stopped the old Jia who wanted to go back to the interrogation room, "I'll ask myself this time." What kind of situation does Zhang Congyun belong to? What are his worries and the reasons why he conceals the truth? Some people, timid, afraid, were told, or threatened. Things may not involve them. They think that if they don't mention it or say a lie, there will be no harm. Some people lie to hide information, protect family members, protect relatives, or have other purposes. There is another situation that is most irritating, but it is also very common. Those people just don't tell you because of nothing. If it seems to bring trouble to other people's work, they can get pleasure. They are simply hostile to the police, with hate, do not want to solve the case. But people lie for a reason. As a case related person, the testimony of witnesses is often mixed with lies, and it is also one of their daily work to identify lies. In his heart, Song Wen didn't want to let Zhang Congyun go easily. He always felt that there were doubts about this man. Song Wen nodded, "if Zhang Congyun is not the murderer, it will be the limit to detain him for several hours." At this point, he slightly frowned and said: "I still have some things I can't figure out. Why did he lie before?" Zhu Xiao asked: "that is to say, if the communication process between Zhang Congyun and Chen Yanqiu has no direct relationship with Chen Yanqiu's death, even if Zhang Congyun has more doubts, we can't detain him for a long time?" "I checked their information. Zhang Congyun once had a son who died young. Chen Yanqiu also lost his father in his early years. Maybe these two people had empathy in the delicate process of communication." Lu Siyu said and fiddled with his pen. "We can question the strangeness of this relationship and think that his behavior is suspicious. But without direct evidence, we can't say anything from the legal or professional point of view." Old Jia said: "so, is this old man really not a murderer?" Lu Siyu thought for a moment, looked at Zhang Congyun who was in the interrogation room and said, "he doesn't need this to defend himself, maybe because he doesn't know the specific time of Chen Yanqiu's death." Lao Jia also came to see the information: "I have a point that I didn't think clearly. Since he is not a murderer and has sufficient alibi, why didn't he tell us after we tried him for so long? Isn't that a waste of each other's time? " Now, Zhang Congyun's travel information just covers this period of time. That is to say, Zhang Congyun has sufficient alibi to prove that he is not the murderer of Chen Yanqiu, or at least not the direct murderer. Chen Yanqiu's body has become a mummy, and the police can only draw an approximate time zone according to the results of Lin xiuran's autopsy and Fu Linjiang's search for the hotel owner, proving that he was killed during this period of time.Zhu Xiao nodded and said: "after checking, he was in his hometown at that time. I went to call my relatives to verify that Zhang Congyun's hometown is in Lizhou, and it takes more than ten hours to go back and forth by train. I can confirm that he has not left at that time." Song Wen opened it and went back with Zhang Lili and her granddaughter: "has the information been checked?" Zhu Xiao knocked on the door and entered the interrogation room: "Song team, you asked me to check Zhang Congyun's whereabouts during the period of Chen Yanqiu's death. And then I found this. " He handed Song Wen a piece of printed paper with a round-trip ticket for Zhang Congyun to his hometown for the Spring Festival. Lu Siyu bit his nails and looked at the white record book in front of him. From the morning till now, he has not recorded anything of value. At half-time, when Lao Jia came out to pour the water, he said: "Song team, this old man is playing dumb because of his age. I don't know what to ask. " The interrogation was not smooth. It has been more than two hours since the beginning of the interrogation. The information provided by the elderly is very limited. Fu Linjiang asked many questions, but he was silent. When he was in a hurry, he said he didn't know. Lu Siyu wanted to see more clearly, but his sight was blocked by several cars. When those cars left, the opposite platform was empty. At the same time, in Nancheng Municipal Bureau, as soon as song Wengang sorted out his things and came out of the observation room of the interrogation room, Zhu Xiao came over and said, "team song, I just saw that the transfer list of team Xu over there seems to have written down the name of Lu Siyu..." Xu Changying couldn't get around anyway. Song Wen got up and said, "you continue to investigate the case. I'll go to the ad hoc group to communicate." Net, net,...:
