appendix!Closing report

The suspect in the case was called Zhao Sun. This name always made people feel that a word was missing. When Fu Zhi read the statement later, he wanted to call Zhao Qiansun several times.

The investigation unit belonged to the Divisional Criminal Investigation Team, which was not close to the courtyard. Xin Jian called the two police officers from the Pre-trial Division to come over. After hanging up the phone, he suddenly thought of Zhuang Yiwei and Qian Zhen.

"I don't know if I've come back." The decentralization should also be phased, and it won't be too long.

Fu Zhi was still reading the statement: "I asked, and it will take about two months."

"Did you ask? Who?"

"Zhuang Yiwei."

He left a phone call when he traveled long distances to find someone, and later answered several condolence calls in the hospital.

I have to say that the mentality of those two people is really good. When encountering such a thing, they are still in the mood to pinch you to death for trivial things. It is quite lively when they make a fuss.

"I haven't seen such a dynamic police officer in a long time."

I always feel that the pressure of reality is too easy to extinguish the flame in people's hearts, and it is often extinguished by a bucket of water before it starts to start a prairie fire.

Xin Jian laughed at his old-fashioned tone: "Your tone is a bit like the director."

"Originally older than you." After casting a sidelong glance at Xin Jian, Fu Zhi put on a bit of air of a senior.

"Oh?"

Xin Jian raised his eyebrows, put down the file in his hand, walked over and propped his hands on the sofa, scanned his eyes from top to bottom, and then said with a bit of teasing: "What do you say is big about yourself?"

Men can't listen to comparing size, it has nothing to do with what it is.

Fu Zhi's face was a little stiff, he instinctively wanted to shrink back, but there was a sofa behind him.

This kind of atmosphere really shouldn't appear in the office, especially with two men.

He wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Xin Jian had a nasty expression on his face, and his scrutinizing gaze kept scanning the uncomfortable position intentionally or unintentionally. Fu Zhi felt that he had the urge to kick someone.

Then when the two were at a stalemate, the door was pushed open in a timely manner.

Two policemen stood outside.

One was a year older, with a vicissitudes on the face of a middle-aged man, and the other looked like a newcomer at first glance, and looked a little stunned. When he saw Fu Zhi and Xin Jian's current posture, he stood dumbfounded at the door.

Xin Jian stood up calmly and walked back to the desk: "Officer Wu, right?"

He asked the older one.

With an ugly expression, Fu Zhi walked and sat down on the chair next to him, dug out the transcript, and said nothing.

The delicate aura in the office became more and more strange. The two police officers looked at each other before they walked in awkwardly. Sitting opposite Xin Jian, the older policeman nodded: "I am Wu Gang, and he is Meng Jun."

The name Meng Jun made Fu Zhi look up again.

He is the policeman that the suspect Zhao Sun claimed to have tortured him to extract a confession.

She looked really young, with a stubborn look in her eyes, obviously not at the age where she could control her emotions freely.

Xin Jian glanced at the file: "The case of Zhao Sun has been handed over to me, so I want to verify with you about some things."

He was also rude, and got straight to the point.

Wu Gang nodded. Xin Jian actually said on the phone before that he probably knew it. He put his hat on the table: "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

He spoke with a foreign accent, but his tone was quite peaceful. Meng Jun frowned beside him, wanting to speak but held back in the end.Fu Zhi noticed for a moment that he was holding a piece of paper in his hand, he was squeezing it very tightly, and the force was so strong that the paper was already a little twisted.

"What is the situation of your arrest of Zhao Sun?"

"At that time, the police said that there was a robbery on XX Road. Xiaomeng and I went to the police together. When we arrived at the scene, the victim was dead and stabbed several times. Witnesses said that the suspect was wearing a red top and his lower body was black. Wearing sweatpants and a hat, he drove the victim's car to the north after the robbery. I asked Xiaomeng to notify the headquarters, reported the situation at the time, and asked to be rounded up. Roadblocks were set up at the four exits , Later, he was arrested near the North Bridge, the clothes he was wearing were exactly as described by the witnesses, and he did not resist during the arrest."

These are actually included in the investigation report, but Xin Jian will ask again to make sure that some details are correct.

He looked down at the file: "Where is the murder weapon?"

"Zhao Sun said that he threw the robbery knife under the viaduct along the way. We went to look for it several times later, but we didn't find it."

After all, it was on the road at that time, and there was still a loop road under the viaduct, and there were too many passing vehicles, so it was impossible to find it.

"Apart from Zhao Sun's confession, have you found any other clues?"

"The testimony of the eyewitnesses is very important. We later caught Zhao Sun in the escape route described by the eyewitnesses. During the interrogation, he did not conceal the fact of the robbery and murder, and the details were in line with the investigation of the crime scene. As a result, the tires of the car that Zhao Sun was driving when he escaped also matched the traces on the scene, and the victim's blood was also found. Didn't find out."

Strictly speaking, this case is ironclad evidence, except that the murder weapon was not found, and other witnesses and evidences are all available.

Fu Zhi kept silently recording the confession beside him. He heard Wu Gang stop for a while before he interjected and asked, "Then Zhao Sun explained it in this way when the confession was retracted later?"

"He said the car was sold to him by someone he met on the side of the road!"

Meng Jun said excitedly: "He said that he happened to be waiting for someone at the entrance of the XX bridge, and then someone drove up to him and asked him if he wanted a car. He said he would sell it for [-] yuan, and he bought it."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Do you believe it!"

Fu Zhi did not stop recording, and did not express any opinion on this sentence.

Compared to him, Wu Gang is much calmer and more sophisticated after all. He looked at Xin Jian: "Zhao Sun was afraid when he was about to die, so he retracted his confession and framed us for torture. This case is ironclad evidence."

Xin Jian was still looking at the physical evidence photos on the dossier, and there was nothing suspicious about the comparison of the tires at the scene, including the testimony of the witnesses, which were indeed consistent with Zhao Sun.

"Why did you decide it was robbery in the first place?"

"When the witness called the police, he said that Zhao Sun stopped the victim's car on the pretext of asking for directions, and then took out a knife to force the victim to get out of the car. After asking for money, he found that the victim wanted to resist, so he stabbed him several times."

Judging from the description, it is a typical robbery and murder.

"Is it only money that was robbed?"

"There are also watches and a leather bag of the victim, but Zhao Sun said at first that he did not take it, and later said that he did not know where he put it when he escaped."

According to Zhao Sun, his original purpose was to rob, but he never thought that it would turn into such a serious murder, so he was at a loss for a while.

Nodding his head, Xin Jian motioned to Fu Zhi to record all these.

Then, the topic progressed to an uncomfortable process: "As for the torture, have you ever used violence against Zhao Sun?"

Xin Jian, this is not a question, it's just a simple statement, and the tone doesn't even change.

His gaze was tightly locked on the two policemen in front of him. He looked at Wu Gang and turned his head to look at Meng Jun. The latter clenched his fist tightly again, and then took a step to exit: "No! We have never used violence. !"

Fu Zhi lowered his gaze, and quietly wrote down Meng Jun's words.