Detective from The Future

trial room.

Han Bin and Zhao Ming were in charge of the interrogation, and Wang Zijia sat down in the interrogation chair.

"Raise your head." Han Bin said.

Wang Zijia slowly raised his head, took a look at Han Bin, and then at Zhao Ming: "Two police officers, when can you let me out?"

"What's the urgency, this one can eat and control, just stay at ease when you come in." Zhao Ming hummed.

"Tomorrow Monday, I have to go to work, besides, I have hands and feet, and I don't want to take advantage of the country."

"Yeah, your consciousness is quite high." Zhao Ming smiled.

"Hey, I know that you look down on me, but the star orientation is innate. I have such genes when I was born. I also want to like women, marry a wife, have a family, have a child, and live a peaceful and beautiful family life. , But I like men..." Wang Zijia's voice was a little choked.

"We understand and don't mean to look down on you." Han Bin said sternly.

"No, you don’t understand. Take Fan Zhenye for example. He also likes men, but he still married a wife. He also tried to change and wanted to make himself like women, but...no, he can’t do it. It will only make the two people more painful, and the conflict between their husband and wife will become deeper and deeper." Wang Zijia said sincerely.

"Are you trying to tell me that Cai Xiuyan was the one who killed Fan Zhenye?" Han Bin asked back.

"I don't know, I'm just discussing the matter." Wang Zijia lowered his head.

"Wang Zijia, have you been to the roof of Unit 1, Building 37, Jing'an Hutong?" Han Bin asked.

Wang Zijia trembled and whispered: "No."

Han Bin got up, picked up a few photos from the table, walked to the interrogation chair, and placed one of the photos in front of Wang Zijia: "We found the murder weapon and **** clothing on the roof of Unit 1, Building 37. , After checking that the blood stains on it belong to the deceased."

"What does this have to do with me?" Wang Zijia turned his head aside.

"We found your fingerprint."

"Impossible." Wang Zijia glanced at the photo and said confidently: "It is absolutely impossible."

"Wang Zijia, we have found enough evidence to prove that you are the murderer who killed Fan Zhenye." Han Bin said sharply.

"I don't, this dagger and blood coat have nothing to do with me." Wang Zijia defended.

"How did the dagger come from? You know better than me. As for this dress, we checked your phone. You bought the same style of clothes and hats on a shopping website."

"So what, there are at least hundreds of sales of this dress, I bought it with my own money, I am happy, this is also illegal." Wang Zijia hummed.

"I made a transcript before, and I asked you explicitly if you have seen this dress. I remember it very clearly. You answered no at the time. Why did you lie?" Han Bin asked back.

Wang Zijia bit her lip: "Maybe I remembered it wrong."

"It has been less than ten days since the purchase, do you think the judge will believe you?" Han Bin said coldly.

Wang Zijia was silent.

Han Bin changed the subject: "October 27th at nine o'clock in the evening, where are you?"

Wang Zijia bowed his head and said, "I can't remember."

"I guessed that you would say that, but all the previous transcripts were recorded. The first time you forged your alibi, the second time you said you were at home, but we sent the police to check it. On the night of October 27, you Not at home at all." Han Bin took out two more photos and placed them in front of Wang Zijia:

"October 27th at four o’clock in the afternoon, you left home and drove to the Tangu community; then you changed into a woman’s clothes, took a taxi to Jing’an Hutong, committed crimes at nine o’clock in the evening and killed Fan Zhenye again at 11 o’clock in the evening. Returned to Tangu community and drove home the next morning."

Wang Zijia's face became more and more ugly: "This is all your guess, not the fact."

"This photo is a photo of you getting off the garage by an elevator; this one is a photo of your car driving to the Tangu community; your whereabouts have been completely traced by our police, and it is useless for you to quibble." Han Bin said sharply.

Wang Zijia glanced at Han Bin, lowered his head, and pondered for a long time: "Sorry, I lied. I was indeed not at home that day. I drove to Tangu Community, but that's it. I haven't been to Jing'an. alley."

"Never been there?" Han Bin asked back.

"Yes, I have never been." Wang Zijia said surely.

Han Bin smiled: "Don't be too confident. Overconfidence is called conceit."

"I'm telling the truth, I haven't been, how do you tell me to admit it?" Wang Zijia raised his head and looked at Han Bin who was opposite.

"We were really at the scene and found your fingerprints." Han Bin said sternly.

The corners of Wang Zijia's mouth rose slightly.

"I didn't scam you, I really found your fingerprints." Han Bin repeated.

"Impossible!" Wang Zijia bit every word very clearly.

"The dagger is very clean. After committing the crime, you should wipe the fingerprints on the dagger, but that doesn't mean you haven't touched anything else." Han Bin said.

Wang Zijia swallowed: "What is it."

"You hid the blood coat and dagger on the roof, and locked the door on the roof with a padlock. Your fingerprint was left on the lock." Han Bin took out another photo and placed it on the interrogation chair:

"This shows that you have not only been to Jing'an Hutong, but you have also locked your blood suit and dagger on the roof. No one other than you can reach it."

With sweat on his forehead, Wang Zijia muttered, "I was wronged."

"How do you explain the fingerprints on the lock?"

"I don't know, I was wronged."

"If you only found your fingerprints and you said you were wronged, maybe the police would believe it, but you have lied from the first time you took the transcript." Han Bin's face became solemn, and his tone became more severe:

"You forged an alibi, and the whereabouts of the murderer on October 27 coincided with the murderer; you obviously bought clothes for the crime, and said you had never seen it; you kept saying that you had never been to the scene, but your fingerprints were found where the murder weapon was hidden; these The evidence adds up enough to convict you."

Wang Zijia slowly closed his eyes, and a tear fell down the corner of his eyes.

"Be lenient with confession and strict with resistance." Han Bin warned.

Wang Zijia was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes: "I was wronged."

"Even if you don't plead guilty and have no confession, as long as the evidence is sufficient, you will still be sentenced to guilt; not only will you lose the opportunity for a lighter punishment, you will also increase the sentence." Han Bin warned.

Wang Zijia glanced at Han Bin and shrugged his shoulders: "For me, there is only the difference between freedom and imprisonment. As for how long I sit in prison, I don't care."

Zhao Ming leaned over and reminded in a low voice: "Brother Bin, he likes men. Go to prison, you know..."

Han Bin frowned. It was like throwing a mouse into a rice jar. Although he could not find food freely, he was always hungry.

Thinking in another way, if you put yourself in a women’s prison, it doesn’t seem so difficult to accept...