On One Hundred Ways of Breaking the Bends

The guard in police uniform opened the door and turned sideways. A thin man with handcuffs and shackles appeared in Qiu Feng's sight. He must be the painter Wang Bhutan.

Qiu Feng looked away from the documents, looked up at the person at the door, and then looked again.This was very inconsistent with the information left two years ago. He stood at the door for a moment, and then dragged his heavy shackles into the door.

He put down the folder in his hand and stood up, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation to the opposite position.Wang Bhutan pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, stared at him with very unfriendly eyes, and walked over slowly.

With a bang, the door was locked.The man pulled out the chair and sat down, and Qiu Feng came across to him.The time is only 20 minutes, very urgent.Qiu Feng nodded, and explained the purpose of coming straight to the point, "Hello, I am Qiu Feng, and I am entrusted by Prosecutor Han to ask you a few questions about the case back then."

He noticed that when Wang Bhutan heard the name of Prosecutor Han, his frown was obviously loosened a lot.His eyes were no longer full of hostility, but he was still on guard.

Qiu Feng continued to ask along this point. "First of all, let me ask you what your relationship is with Prosecutor Han."

The artist named Wang Bhutan paused for a few seconds after Qiu Feng finished speaking, and then slowly replied: "I didn't know him before. After I came in, I kept writing letters to the procuratorate. It’s been almost two years, and I haven’t heard back at all. Until last week, someone came to see me and said that he saw my letter and wanted to know more. I think he really wants to help me, otherwise I’m a dying person, he There is no reason to tease me. So I told him a lot of my own analysis, doubts and so on. When he left, I asked a lot, and he told me that his surname was Han, and nothing else."

Qiu Feng looked into his eyes and nodded, expressing his belief in what he said, and said: "Don't be nervous, I'm going to ask you a few questions now, just answer truthfully."

"Okay, you can ask."

"Tell me about your case. On March 20, 3XX, the police arrived at the scene from 26:7 p.m. to 11:[-] p.m. What did you do during this time?"

Qiu Feng gave Wang Bhutan the right to speak.

Wang Bhutan breathed a sigh of relief and said with difficulty: "That day was Thursday, and my wife Bai Kou and I had dinner at home in the evening. After dinner, it was around 8 o'clock in the evening. We went to watch the stars on the swing in the yard. Because I was I am creating a painting with the theme of stars, so we often look at the stars together during that time.

It was about 10:[-] in the evening, and she said that there was another meeting to be held tomorrow, and she was going back to sleep.I just wanted to stay a little longer and smoke a cigarette, so I let her go back first.

When I finished smoking and went back, I found her dead at the bottom of the stairs, with blood everywhere. I stood on the ground and my whole body felt like an electric shock. I was terrified and wanted to plug the wound quickly, but there were so many wounds on her body. , I don't know which one to block, she must be in pain, woo woo woo. "

As soon as his wife was mentioned, I don’t know whether it was out of emotion or after acting for a long time, Wang Bhutan’s tears flowed down his cheeks, Qiu Feng took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him, Wang Bhutan’s hands trembling He took the tissue, took off his glasses and put the tissue over his eyes.

After a while, he looked up at Qiu Feng with those slightly swollen walnut eyes and continued: "Later, I went to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe her face. But when I came back to see her in pain, I hugged her again. I watched her cry for a while, and it was a long time before I slowed down and went to call the police. As a result, when the police came, I was brought under control."

Qiu Feng leaned on the chair, leaving a large distance between Wang Bhutan and Wang Bhutan, giving him a space to think, listening carefully without interruption, and silently wrote down a few doubts.In the end, he drew the unwarranted beard on his clean chin with his middle finger, leaned over, and asked, "So, did you move the corpse at that time?"

Wang Bhutan nodded dully, "It's moving, I hugged her for a while."

"How did you decide she was dead?"

"With so much blood, I'm sure I won't survive."

"You didn't call an ambulance?"

With tears all over his face, Wang Bhutan gestured to Qiu Feng and said, "No, my mind was blank at the time, and I just wanted to catch the murderer quickly."

Qiu Feng knocked on the folder and raised his head to ask him: "Did you see her lying in a pool of blood, with any sharp objects like knives on her body or on the ground?"

"No, I rushed up and hugged her. If there is a sharp object, I should be able to feel it."

"So you didn't see the murder weapon?"

Wang Bhutan raised his glasses again and replied, "Yes."

Qiu Feng frowned and asked him: "Then, you have been here for two years, does your family often visit you?"

"Ah...it's okay. My dad and I are left in my family. He has a bad temper and likes to gamble. He is usually very busy and doesn't have much time..."

Qiu Feng noticed that when Wang Bhutan described the scene of discovering his lover's death, his brows were furrowed, his nostrils were slightly dilated, his eyes were wide open with tears, and his hands unconsciously scratched the table.It can be seen that he was indeed frightened at the time, but when he mentioned his father, he was much quieter.Looking at his loose spectacle legs, Qiu Feng nodded thoughtfully.

"last question."

He closed the notebook, raised his head and looked Wang Bhutan directly in the eyes.

"Why don't you write to the police station, but to the prosecutor's office."

The twinkling light in Wang Bhutan's eyes dimmed, and he returned to his seat decadently, with a wry smile.

Wang Bhutan smiled wryly, then lifted his shirt, and Qiu Feng's pupils suddenly dilated for a second.Wang Bhutan's upper body was in a state of appalling new wounds covering old scars, and soon he put down his clothes again.He snorted jokingly: "See? Believe it or not, I was tortured to extract a confession at that time. If I deny it, I will die."

Qiu Feng lowered his eyes and didn't speak, when the door opened, he looked at his watch and it was time.He got up and leaned forward slightly, and stretched out his hand to Wang Bhutan. Wang Bhutan stood up quickly and grabbed his hand with both hands.

"Mr. Wang, take care, I will come back when I have news."

"Comrade, it's up to you." Qiu Feng raised his hand and patted his shoulder, feeling his shoulders that had become thinner due to long-term hunger, and his thin cheeks that could no longer support the frames of his glasses.

Seeing Wang Bhutan's earnest eyes turning back step by step, Qiu Feng felt a little uncomfortable.He stood in the interrogation room, tapped the table with his fingertips, and left after a while.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Qiu Feng took the elevator directly down to the underground parking lot, found the car, pulled the co-pilot and stepped in.Lin Yi was chatting with a friend, saw him come in, changed the direction of the phone, and freed up his hands to help him take off his suit, chatted for a few more words before hanging up.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yi was still very concerned about the case, "How about..."

Qiu Feng met his eyes and said, "I miss you."

"You... just flirt! Let me ask you if you have gained anything from seeing Wang Bhutan."

"Yes, but let's wait until we see Lao Han first."

"Okay, let's go then."