Detective from The Future

Yang Zhichao hesitated, "It should be."

"Have you seen his ID card?"

"No."

"How do you write the three words Song Baijiang?"

"I haven't seen him write, but I think it should be Song Jiang's Song, white white, Song Jiang's Jiang."

Han Bin frowned, "Have you seen anything that can prove Song Baijiang's identity?"

"No, it seems not."

"Has Song Baijiang interacted with other people?"

Yang Zhichao shook his head again.

Ma Jingbo couldn't sit still, "How much do you know about Song Baijiang?"

Yang Zhichao looked complicated, "I dare not ask him, I dare not even stare at him, and I dare not understand him..."

Li Hui snorted, "If you don't dare to do this, you dare to help him kill people..."

"I've never killed anyone before, I'm just..." Yang Zhichao was halfway through, emotionally, and started crying again.

Hearing him crying, Ma Jingbo was also a little upset. Another suspect was dead. He also hoped to get more words out of Yang Zhichao's mouth.

Ma Jingbo glanced at his watch, "Let's get to this first, think about it for yourself, I don't want to ask the next time you ask and don't know."

After returning to the second group office, the rest of the team members immediately gathered.

Zhao Ming couldn't wait to say, "Has Yang Zhichao recruited?"

"Captain, didn't that kid fall off?" Wang Xiao said.

Ma Jingbo nodded, "Fucked up."

Zeng Ping was relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Another suspect has been killed. If this suspect refuses to recruit, the case is likely to be deadlocked.

"Since everyone is here, let's have a small meeting before get off work, a few minutes." Ma Jingbo stretched out, "My sitting **** hurts. I stood and said, you should sit down."

Ma Jingbo opened his notebook and recounted the situation of the interrogation roughly.

Zeng Ping, Wang Xiao and others listened very carefully, and Song Baijiang's death caused another clue to be directly broken.

Ma Jingbo closed his notebook, "This is roughly the situation, Captain Zeng, tell me about the arrest of Song Baijiang."

Zeng Ping sighed, "This Song Baijiang is an out-and-out gangster. He drew his gun whenever he saw something was wrong. His magazine has a capacity of seven rounds. After he finished six rounds, he committed suicide with the last bullet. Now, we have no time to stop the situation at that time."

"We know very little about Song Baijiang's identity now. We only found two mobile phone cards in the factory. One was a mobile phone card for the victim, and the other was a mobile phone card starting with 155 under the name of Yang Zhichao."

"The fingerprints of Song Baijiang's ten fingers were burned to varying degrees. The technical team was unable to collect valid fingerprints, but the DNA has been collected and sent to the technical team for comparison."

Ma Jingbo asked, "Is Song Baijiang's finger burned seriously? Was it injured, or did he deliberately cause it?"

"The scald is not serious. According to my experience, it seems that he injured himself. It is likely that he often pinched cigarette butts and destroyed the fingerprints over time." Zeng Ping said.

Ma Jingbo was pacing in the room, "A gangster like him can't be cultivated in one day. He must have committed crimes before, and maybe there will be criminal convictions."

"Wang Xiao, send Song Baijiang's photo to the technical team of the Municipal Bureau and let them compare it in the database."

"Tian Li, you can check Song Baijiang's name in the public security system to see if you can find the identity of the suspect."

Although the easiest way to do this, Ma Jingbo didn't have much hope. This suspect even had his fingerprints ironed out, so how could he use his real name again.

"Today I will put Yang Zhichao on for one night, and the interrogation will continue tomorrow morning. Yang Zhichao must be investigated to the end."

"Captain Ma, tomorrow I want to participate in the trial of Yang Zhichao." Zeng Pingdao.

"Yes." Ma Jingbo nodded and pointed to Han Bin, "You and Li Hui both participated in the interrogation just now. What do you think of Yang Zhichao?"

Li Hui took the stubborn words, "I think this Yang Zhichao belongs to a typical Stockholm syndrome. He was originally a victim, but he had feelings for the offender and even helped the offender. To put it bluntly, he was a split personality change. ."

"Tsk tsk, Stockholm syndrome." Zhao Ming smashed his mouth, "This word is very loud, and it is often seen in American TV dramas, but I have never seen it since the police."

"Humph." Li Hui snorted. "Your kid has only been a criminal policeman for a few days. There are so many weird people in this world, so you'll never be surprised in the future."

Ma Jingbo thought for a moment, then pointed to Han Bin on the side, "What do you think?"

Han Bin pinched his forehead, "I feel that Yang Zhichao doesn't look like it, at least it doesn't feel like Stockholm Syndrome. He probably concealed something, and his mood is a bit messy."

Ma Jingbo walked to the window and took a deep breath of fresh air. "Yes, I also think Yang Zhichao has hidden something, and his dependence on Song Baijiang is not as strong as he said. It is more like pushing all the blame to Song. Bai Jiang tried his best to extract himself from the case."

"Our biggest advantage right now is that Yang Zhichao didn't know that Song Baijiang was dead. This is very important to his interrogation. Whoever participated in Yang Zhichao's interrogation must not disclose this, let alone leak it. In my head."

When Ma Jingbo said solemnly, everyone nodded.

...

After the meeting, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Li Hui and Han Bin drove home.

Han Bin yawned while sitting in the passenger cabin. "It's another day."

"Binzi, what's wrong with this society? The victims of this kind of case were all women before, and now even the strong guy is not let go. This guy, you have to be careful when walking at night."

"Society is developing, and many things are learned from Europe and the United States. If it is not good or bad, it is the same. Such cases are very common in Europe and America." Han Bin said.

"Binzi, do you think this Yang Zhichao is Stockholm Syndrome?"

"It's not good, but he must have concealed something." During the interrogation, Han Bin had been observing the other party with micro-expressions, and found that Yang Zhichao's mood was a little abnormal, but where he lied specifically requires further judgment.

"It gives me the feeling that this guy is definitely a homosexual. You look like him, more feminine than a woman. I can't stand his flat mouth action. To borrow a word from Lao Guo, you look like you are dead. "Li Hui said while driving.

"I have another thought. If Yang Zhichao concealed something like you said, but he also admitted that he participated in the kidnapping of the three victims, would it be the order of priority?"

Han Bin thoughtfully said, "You mean he is King."

"Yes, if Yang Zhichao is the mastermind, then it can be said that the victim's information is provided by him, the white Toyota is his, and the factory is leased by him. It can be said that he is the leader of the case." Li Hui became more excited as he spoke.

"Do you have any evidence?" Han Bin asked back.

Li Hui fainted immediately, "Unfortunately, Song Baijiang is dead."

...

Back home, Han Bin took a bath.

He likes to think about things in the bath, and when he washes off his sweat, he seems to have washed away the distracting thoughts in his mind, so he can concentrate on thinking about cases.

Song Baijiang is dead, and there are many doubts in this case.

Who is Song Baijiang and why should he hide his true identity?

Where did the opponent's pistol come from? This is also a very important clue.

If, as Li Hui guessed, Yang Zhichao was the mastermind of the case, then how did he tame a gangster like Song Baijiang.

Song Baijiang's fierceness not only dared to shoot at the police, but his suicide without hesitation was truly shocking.

Is it possible that it is him who is really brainwashed?

In other words, there are other suspects besides the two, and the other suspects are the real KING.

Song Baijiang and Yang Zhichao are just his assistants.

One King, two Franks.

...

The next morning, Han Bin came to the sub-junction refreshed.

With the improvement of yi's sentiment, there are more people on the street, and there is no sense of desertedness.

After arriving at the office, the two captains were absent, and everyone was busy with their work.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Ma Jingbo and Zeng Ping rushed to the conference room together.

Li Hui glanced at the two of them, "Captain Ma, Team Zeng, you are going to a meeting."

Ma Jingbo took off his leather jacket and sprayed some disinfectant on his hands. “The suspect had a gun, and the nature of the case was more serious. We reported to the leaders of the municipal bureau and branch; the leaders attached great importance to this case and let the technology The team and the forensic clinic cooperate with our work, and the physical evidence and autopsy are all based on the 131 case.

"Tsk tsk, this feeling is good, and the technical team's evidence detection is fast, which is very helpful to the progress of the case investigation." Li Hui said.

Ma Jingbo solemnly said, "The leadership has given such great support, we must not relax, we must investigate the case as soon as possible."

"Old Zeng, Li Hui, you two are responsible for interrogating Yang Zhichao, try to get more clues about Song Baijiang from his mouth."

"understood."

Tian Li took the conversation, "Captain Ma, yesterday I checked Yang Zhichao's mobile phone and found a new clue; he would transfer money to a person called Bian on WeChat every once in a while, and the two contacted very frequently. Unusual."

"What about the chat?"

"There is no chat content, only transfer records."

Ma Jingbo instructed, "Han Bin, go check it out and see what the relationship is between the two."

Ma Jingbo ordered a few more words, and then everyone split up.

...

Interrogation room.

Yang Zhichao sat in the interrogation chair, much more haggard than yesterday.

Zeng Ping and Li Hui sat opposite and exchanged a few words in a low voice.

"Cough..." Li Hui coughed lightly and said coldly, "Yang Zhichao, how did you feel after spending the night in the police station?"

Yang Zhichao was crying, "I want to go home."

"If you want to go home early, please tell me honestly and strive for leniency."

"I already said what I know yesterday."

"Bang!" Li Hui slapped the table and scolded, "Nonsense, Song Baijiang has already confessed, you are King..."