Detective: Open your eyes, I am handcuffed in the interrogation room

That night, Chen Yi was still reading the files.

The fraud cases in Jiangcheng are similar. Nine out of ten cases involve the antique business. The method of committing the crime is nothing more than a game within a game, trust within the trust, and one link is linked to the other.

As long as you have the idea of ​​​​picking up leaks, as long as you are a dabbler, as long as you start asking for prices, the fraud will begin. Few people can escape, and it is just a question of how much they will lose.

In one of the most complex fraud cases, the victim and the suspect had as many as four encounters during the process, which lasted for a month, and the loss gradually increased from a few thousand to tens of thousands, and finally reached half a million.

During this period, as long as the victim notices something is wrong, all losses can be avoided. Unfortunately, he has already been tricked, and the outcome is doomed.

In addition to individual fraud gangs, there are also cases of companies defrauding auction fees. No matter what the customer has in his hand, whether it is real or fake, it will always be identified as genuine and valuable, tempting customers to auction it.

The result will definitely be a rejection, but the handling fee will still be paid as usual.

In all cases, the tactics have been used badly. Criminals still use them constantly, and victims are still fooled one after another.

This kind of thing cannot be banned in Jiangcheng, just like pornographic gambling cannot be completely banned.

The phone rang, it was Li Antai calling.

Chen Yi picked up his cell phone and answered the call. It should be the result of the murder case in Ximei Village.

"Hello?"

Li Antai's voice became much more relaxed, with a hint of excitement: "Captain Chen, it's time to recruit. Gou Jun is brave enough to do it."

Chen Yi turned on his mobile phone hands-free and put it on the table, and asked: "Is there any result at the physical evidence center?"

Zhuge Cong and the others all turned their heads and looked over.

No one from the Jiangcheng Criminal Investigation Detachment was there, and there were only seven people from the investigation team in the room.

Li Antai: "There is a result. The stool Gou Qiwen hanged himself on and Gou Junyong's shoes have the same material, chicken manure."

Chen Yi: "That's right. Gou Junyong owns a chicken farm, but this is not ironclad evidence. The psychological quality of the person who committed the crime for the first time is still too poor."

Most suspects are actually very easy to interrogate. Not to mention decisive evidence, even if the police have the directional clues, they will have to give an explanation with a little bit of interrogation skills.

We are all ordinary people. After all, there are only a few people who dare to confront the criminal police in the interrogation room.

Li Antai: "Yes, we put the test results in front of Gou Junyong, and he recognized it immediately."

Chen Yi: "What's the motive?"

Li Antai: "He originally didn't want to kill Gou Qiwen when it came to robbing his girlfriend. Unexpectedly, Gou Qiwen asked him to help with the acting in the middle of the night. This led to tragedy."

It's really acting.

The six people looked at each other. Many murders happened suddenly, and Gou Qiwen committed suicide by himself.

Gou Junyong already had resentment towards Gou Qiwen. How could he not be angry when the woman he finally fell in love with was snatched away? Now he could send Gou Qiwen to heaven with just a slight lift of his foot. He did not miss this opportunity.

Good and evil are just a matter of thoughts, and Gou Junyong couldn't hold it back.

The opportunity was so good that Gou Qiwen wanted to hang himself, tied the rope by himself, moved the chair by himself, and stood up by himself, and everyone knew that Gou Qiwen had threatened the developer.

Even death is normal.

"One person will not enter the temple, two people will not look into the well, and three people will not hug the tree. This is the truth." It was Zhuge Cong who spoke.

Cheng Hanjun said: "Now we have to add two people who don't climb mountains, two people who don't play with ropes..."

Several people felt the same way. There had indeed been similar news in recent times. In the end, only one person came back after climbing a mountain together.

It is unclear whether a case has been filed, and it is even less clear whether it was homicide or an accident.

There are often related topics on the Internet: On a mountain with no surveillance and no witnesses, how to judge whether a person fell by himself or was pushed by a companion? How do survivors prove their innocence and how do police determine the facts?

The answers came from a wide variety of people, and they included everything.

The final conclusion is actually the motive. As long as there is a motive, there may be facts.

But inference is one thing, conviction is another.

Li Antai realized that Chen Yi had turned on the speakerphone and echoed: "Yes, this case looks simple but is actually very difficult. The development of technology has brought technical support to our criminal investigation work."

Chen Yi asked: "How did the branch decide? Did it issue a notice?"

Li Antai: "Release, if it involves demolition, it will easily arouse public opinion. The case will be reported tomorrow."

Chen Yi: "Okay, I understand."

Li Antai: "Goodbye, Team Chen."

The phone hangs up.

Zhuge Cong and the others were still talking about the case, and Chen Yi continued to call people in the company. Since the branch office wanted to make an announcement, let the other party get the information in advance and prepare in advance.

After all, people died at the point of demolition, and public relations were needed to reduce the negative impact.

With the advantage of information, of course Chen Yi can help as long as it does not violate the principles. That is his own company, and part of the money earned... will go into his own pocket in the future.

"Mr. Chen, what should I do with Gou Qiwen's compensation?" the company executive asked.

Chen Yi: "You guys, just watch and deal with it. Just follow the procedures. Don't add insult to injury, and don't let the Holy Mother spread."

No one's money comes from strong winds. Gou Qiwen's death has no direct relationship with the Chen Group and is purely a personal grudge.

The other party responded: "Okay."

Putting down his mobile phone, Chen Yi closed the file and looked at Zhuge Cong and others: "What's the gain?"

The accumulation of files can improve reasoning ability and clue collection ability, making work and study possible.

Zhuge Cong organized his speech and said: "The proportion of fraud cases is too large, and it is impossible to prevent and difficult to crack down on. This is not the fault of the Jiangcheng police. The customs are like this, just like tradition."

Cheng Hanjun said: "The files that were formed only covered the police. I'm afraid there are more who didn't call the police. Captain Chen, is there any way to reduce the crime rate?"

Chen Yi focused his attention on Cheng Hanjun and said, "The question you asked is a bit too much. Reducing the crime rate is a very complex project. Even if we just talk about fraud cases, we won't be able to do anything about it in a short time."

There are many measures to reduce the overall crime rate, such as improving law enforcement capabilities, improving the education system, increasing employment opportunities, etc. This is not something that the research teams of district and provincial departments can do, and requires the full cooperation of all units.

Cheng Hanjun realized that he had taken it for granted and nodded to express understanding.

Chen Yi: "Eighty percent of fraud cases come from the five major antique markets. As long as the antique market exists, crime will not stop. Even a heavy blow will only force fraudsters to upgrade their fraud methods. It is impossible to eliminate it. This time in Jiangcheng Don’t think too much, let alone find a case if you don’t have one, just treat it as study plus a trip at public expense.”

"Everyone should go to bed early today. Tomorrow we will go shopping in Taihang Building. Put aside our status as police officers and focus on studying."

Several people: "Yes, Captain Chen."

Back at the hotel, after washing up, Chen Yi made a video call to Fang Shuyu, and the two started chatting.

Jiangcheng's research work was relatively leisurely, which made Fang Shuyu quite excited. If it was during the holiday, he would definitely drive here.

"Revisiting the old place, does it feel different?" Fang Shuyu in the video is applying a facial mask. She looks a bit scary, but luckily the light is on.

Chen Yi leaned on his chair and smoked a cigarette and said with a smile: "There must have been pressure to solve the case within a deadline last time."

Fang Shuyu: "How long do you plan to stay in Jiangcheng?"

Chen Yi: "About half a month, it depends on my mood."

Fang Shuyu: "Bring me some souvenirs."

"A souvenir?" It was rare for his fiancée to ask, and Chen Yi agreed, "Okay, what do you want?"

Fang Shuyu: "Antique."

Chen Yi: "Huh?"

Fang Shuyu smiled and almost pulled the mask on his face: "Are you kidding me? Aren't the antiques in the antique market all fake? Just bring me any one you want."

Chen Yi: "Is there a specific type?"

Fang Shuyu thought: "Well... buy me a bowl."

Chen Yi: "What kind of bowl?"

Fang Shuyu: "It's more beautiful, pink is the best."

Girls' thinking is relatively simple. It doesn't matter if it's true or false, or the shape of the device. Anyway, they just want to look good. Why should the ugly ones be kept at home?

Chen Yi: "Okay, let me help you keep an eye on it. I happen to be going to the antique market tomorrow."

Fang Shuyu: "You are traveling to Jiangcheng."

Chen Yi: "That's not true. There are five major antique markets in Jiangcheng, and the fraud and crime rate is extremely high."

Fang Shuyu: "Do you want to solve this problem?"

Chen Yi: "No, it's almost impossible to solve. Just take a look and see more of the world."

Fang Shuyu: "Oh..."

The two chatted for more than half an hour before hanging up, and Chen Yi went to bed.

The next day, the research team arrived at Taihang Building early after dinner. Just like last time, the antique market was already very busy early in the morning. You could even see young people holding pancakes and fruits in their hands, eating while walking, as if visiting the antique market was a tourist attraction. career.

Gambling on antique stones is like buying lottery tickets. It always attracts people who want to pick up missing stones. A small part of them do it for fun, but most of them do it for money.

Nowadays, it is impossible to pick up big leaks, but you can touch small leaks.

Zhuge Cong and the others found it very novel and walked around, occasionally stopping in front of the stall.

Chen Yi did not prohibit getting started and asking about the price. A snuff bottle worth 200,000 yuan shocked Zhuge Cong. He personally believed that only a mentally retarded person would spend money to buy this thing.

"My price is the price, you can bargain."

"Eh? Don't leave. If you like it, we can sell it for 100,000 yuan. I'll sell it to you at a loss!"

"fifty thousand!"

"Ten thousand is the minimum!! You can't let me pay too much."

Ten meters out, the boss's voice came from behind.

It went from 200,000 to 10,000 without bargaining. If we negotiated, maybe we could get away with three figures.

Zhuge Cong's face turned dark, he was so deceptive!

In the antique business, the Price Bureau has no control over it. The price, including jade, is ridiculously high. It depends on whether the buyer knows the goods. If he doesn't know the goods, he will lose all his pants.

"I'm done with it, damn." Zhuge Cong cursed in a low voice.

Cheng Hanjun smiled and said: "Just get used to it. This is the antique market. It's not easy to come here. If you find a cheap one, you can buy one as a souvenir. Think of it as... a souvenir of Jiangcheng's research."

Zhuge Cong: "It makes sense."

At this time, Chen Yi said: "Don't follow me. You can go shopping on your own. Meet at Huayuzhai before 12 noon. Xia Lan, you can go too."

Huayuzhai?

Several people were confused.

Chen Yi explained: "A friend I met before was a tomb robber in his early years. He had a criminal record. Now he has stopped and helped me when handling the case."

He was referring to Wu Muyang, which probably hasn’t closed down yet, right?

Zhuge Cong: "Okay! Let's go first!"

Three top students from the provincial department immediately left the team and returned to freedom, and Xia Lan followed.

Qin Fei didn't move. Of course he wouldn't leave Chen Yi. After hesitating, Lin Chen finally made the same choice as Qin Fei.

Chen Yi turned to look at Lin Chen: "Aren't you going? All the beauties are gone."

Lin Chen was embarrassed: "I will follow your brother-in-law."

Qin Fei coughed lightly: "You call me your job when you work."

Lin Chen: "Now is not the time to work."

Chen Yi smiled and said nothing more. The three of them slowly started shopping in the antique street, mainly looking at the stalls on both sides without entering the store.

Soon they arrived at Huayuzhai. At this time, Chen Yi stopped in front of a stall and was attracted by one of the items.

This is a light pink bowl with unknown grass patterns on it and a circle of blue paint near the edge.

Chen Yi thought of Fang Shuyu's explanation last night and thought that the other party would like this thing.

He squatted next to the stall, picked it up and looked at it. The bottom of the device had the inscription "Made in the Qianlong Year" written on it. It felt good to the hand and was very clean.

The year is not important, authenticity is not important, the main thing is to look good, just look good.

"Boss, how much is it?" Chen Yi raised his head.

The old man wearing a white T-shirt and holding a cattail leaf fan narrowed his eyes and blurted out: "Eight hundred thousand."

Qin Fei and Lin Chen were shocked, you are robbing the money!

Chen Yi was also slightly stunned, and then said helplessly: "That's too much, brother."

The old man with a pu fan said with a smile: "Young man, you can see clearly. This bowl should be genuine. I am blind, so I won't sell it to you for more than 800,000 yuan."

Chen Yi asked: "What is the real thing? What is this?"

These words made the old man Pu Shan's smile freeze, and he stopped thinking about it. He asked suspiciously: "You don't even know what this thing is, so you ask for the price?"

The antique market has always been full of laymen, but there are barriers to entry for laymen. It’s okay to not be able to tell the difference between true and false. At the very least, you have to know it. You don’t even know what it is, and you are just playing with antiques.

That's not an amateur, that's an idiot.

Chen Yi was not embarrassed and said with a smile: "I just learned it and it looks pretty. Brother, what is this?"

The old man Pu Shan judged Chen Yi's purchasing power in his heart. He still had good eyesight in setting up stalls all year round. The young man in front of him was impressive and confident in his conversation, which met the criteria of "a little money".

He gave the answer: "Pink brocade trotters bowl from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty."

After the words fell, Qin Fei immediately took out his mobile phone to search, then bent down and approached Chen Yi and whispered: "The real thing is in the Imperial City Museum."

The old man with a leaf fan glanced at Qin Fei. Although he didn't see what he was searching for or heard what he said, he was very clear. He said quietly: "Who said there is only one piece? It's good that official kilns are rare, but Not perfect.”

Qin Fei pretended not to hear.

Chen Yi picked up the bowl in his hand: "I want five hundred."

In terms of probability, the other party can earn 490 yuan from him for 500 yuan.

The old man with the leaf fan shook his head: "How can you bargain so hard? Put it down."

Chen Yi walked around and found such a pink bowl. He didn't want to give up: "Give me a base price, don't bullshit."

Old Man Pu Fan: "Looking at your sincerity, six hundred thousand."

Two hundred thousand bets in two sentences.

Chen Yi rolled his eyes: "Six hundred."

The two of them fought for a while, and finally Chen Yi raised the price to 800, and the old man with a leaf fan lowered it to 60,000.

Chen Yi's psychological expectation is that he can be cheated at 1,000 yuan, but he can't be cheated too hard.

"Six hundred and six."

"Sixty thousand, one cent less is not enough. Young man, this is a well-preserved official kiln. If you really don't understand, you can go and find out."

He didn't say whether it was genuine or imitation, he was experienced.

Chen Yi was speechless. Why don't I just choose a gift for Shuyu? This is too difficult.