While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 305 Interrogation Hints
In the interrogation room, Zhang Chunjin was sitting in the interrogation chair. His wrist-bound hands were placed on the table that came with the interrogation chair. His hands were clenched into fists with the backs of the hands facing upwards, and the fingers were hidden under the palms of the hands.

Song He knew that Zhang Chunjin had a grudge about his right hand and didn't want to show it to others, which shows that he still has a little vanity.

Through the one-way mirror, Song He stared at Zhang Chunjin's dead fish eyes that kept turning around, thoughts floating in his mind.

Provocateur?
induced?

Or be honest?

"You have to boil him first."

Song He quickly made up his mind, looked away from Zhang Chunjin, narrowed his eyes slightly: "I want to know the details of how he was arrested."

Lu Jie nodded: "No problem. He was..."

Half an hour later, seeing that Zhang Chunjin was obviously starting to think wildly, Song He nodded to Lu Jie and said, "I understand the basic situation. Xuexian and I will go in now, and I will give him some hints later. When I come out, we will discuss the specific situation." Discuss the arrangements for detention."

After finishing speaking, Song He and Ma Xuexian left the observation room.

And as soon as they left, Luo Wei arranged for someone to bring in a few chairs on the back, which seemed like sitting and watching a good show.

"To be fair, your arrangement suits me very well." Li Zhengguo did not hesitate to sit at the position with the best viewing angle.

The scar on Luo Wei's face twisted twice, and just about to say something, Song He and Ma Xuexian walked into the interrogation room and quickly sat down to observe.

Zhang Chunjin in the interrogation room was thinking about something with his head down, when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

Surprised, he looked up and found two police officers in their 20s standing opposite him.

Ma Xuexian naturally sat at the position of taking notes and prepared skillfully.

Song He was also familiar with the road, sat down and looked at Zhang Chunjin and asked, "Name?"

"Zhang Chunjin."

"age?"

"37."

"Nation?"

"River City."

After asking three questions like a cannonball, Song He slowed down his tone, looked at Zhang Chunjin, and said with a slightly joking smile: "I heard that you were in the clubhouse when you were arrested, and incidentally, you asked us to take down an illegal den. It can be regarded as indirectly helping us maintain law and order."

Hearing this, Zhang Chunjin frowned slightly, tilted his head and tilted his head back, staring at Song He with a hint of shame in his dead fish eyes, obviously thinking of his embarrassing appearance when he was arrested.

Seeing that Zhang Chunjin didn't speak, Song He snorted boringly, and continued to ask, "Where were you a week ago?"

Zhang Chunjin didn't speak, but still tilted his head to look at Song He, the expression of resistance on his face was extremely obvious.

"Hey, he's still a temper." Song He sneered when he saw this: "If you have the ability to kill people, you don't have the guts to admit it? Are you afraid of death? To tell you the truth, we will sentence you to death now based on the evidence in our hands." More than enough!"

"Say! Where was it a week ago!"

Hearing the death word that popped out of Song He's mouth, Zhang Chunjin's pupils shrank slightly, took a long breath in his mouth, and gritted his teeth and sprayed out from his nostrils: "It's right here."

"In Yucheng?" Song He asked.

"En." Zhang Chunjin nodded.

Song He continued to ask: "What did you do in Yucheng?"

Zhang Chunjin said nonchalantly, "Kill someone."

Song He looked at Zhang Chunjin, and when he said the word murder, his expression froze slightly, and his tone changed inexplicably when he spoke again: "Who did you kill?"

Zhang Chunjin seemed to be aware of it, and with a somewhat indifferent expression, he deliberately said in a relaxed tone: "I don't know, I only know that I have no money, and he has money, so I killed him."

Song He controlled his expression and movements, releasing subtle emotional changes that couldn't escape Zhang Chunjin's eyes: "So you kill people because of money?"

"Yes." Zhang Chunjin nodded easily.

Song He took a deep breath: "When you went to the bank to withdraw money, you used the ID card of the deceased. Can you not know the name of the deceased?"

Zhang Chunjin said indifferently, "What's the use of memorizing the names of dead people?"

Song Hewenyan swallowed his saliva, continued to ask, and carefully controlled his behavior, expression and language.

Gradually, Zhang Chunjin seemed to have found a feeling. While pleading guilty, he repeatedly made himself behave as if he regarded crime as an ordinary thing like drinking water and eating. He hoped that from Song He's reaction, he could get a sense of satisfaction for his vanity.

However, Song He did not do what he wanted. After a period of deliberate inducement, the disdain and contempt for him at the beginning appeared on Song He's face again, which made Zhang Chunjin feel very uncomfortable.

During this period, Song He even glanced at Zhang Chunjin's clenched right hand repeatedly, and the curious look made Zhang Chunjin feel ashamed and wanted to retract his right hand into his pocket, but he couldn't do it because he was restrained by the interrogation chair. Let Song He look at him unscrupulously.

Song He, who frequently glanced at Zhang Chunjin's right hand from the corner of his eyes, naturally saw him clenching his hand and trying his best to keep it away from his sight, and couldn't help but feel a sneer in his heart.

Two hours later, Song He asked all the details of the case and ended the interrogation, but they still encountered slight resistance when they asked Zhang Chunjin to sign.
But in the end, under Ma Xuexian's persuasion, Zhang Chunjin signed his name with the pen in his right hand, and then watched Song He leave the interrogation room with contempt and disdain with a gloomy expression.

In the observation room, through the one-way mirror, everyone watched Zhang Chunjin being sent to the detention room by the police, and then heard the sound of the door opening.

"Are you watching a movie?"

As soon as Song He entered the door, he saw that everyone in the observation room was sitting on chairs in an orderly manner. The atmosphere in the room was relaxed like a tea party.

"Isn't this trusting you?" Luo Wei took the lead and stood up with a smile on his face: "How is it?"

Song He saw that everyone standing up looked at him, smiled and shrugged and said, "It's going well. Zhang Chunjin has a strong vanity and saves face. The aggressive method is more effective than the ordinary method."

"In addition, he has a small mind. Many of the things I said today will be stuck in his heart when he goes back. But the more he thinks about these words, the more hints he will give himself, and he will uncontrollably appear in his subconscious to confess his past crimes." idea."

"We only need to use some means in the future, I'm afraid he will speak out on his own initiative."

Seeing Song He's determined look, those who knew him well knew that Zhang Chunjin was already settled, so they all felt relieved.

"That's fine, I'll leave this matter to you." Lu Jie also relaxed a little: "And the detention you mentioned, what are the arrangements?"

Song He smiled mysteriously: "You arrange two clever police officers..."

After a while, after listening to Song He's arrangement, everyone had strange expressions on their faces, and the same thought suddenly arose in their hearts: Why is this person such a thief!

A few hours later, Zhang Chunjin gritted his teeth and frowned, turned over and sat up in the detention room. He muttered something, but the meaning was unclear. It could only be seen that he was very upset now.

After a while, footsteps sounded, and two police officers escorted a suspect into another holding room, chatted in low voices while locking the door and leaving.

"Have you heard that Tian Sheng had a good time?"

"What fun?"

"There was a death row prisoner who reported to others before his execution, and his sentence was changed because of his meritorious deeds..."

The conversation gradually faded away, and Zhang Chunjin's body froze suddenly in the detention room, but his eyes were rolling rapidly!
(End of this chapter)