I Can See The Murderer

Zhou Ze narrated the death of Wang Wude to the captain of the third team, and later told the captain of the third team what Zhao Mingbei said: "The four of them are inseparable on weekdays. They are a small group. A series of deaths of three people have to be confused. Strictly, I think the deaths of Chen Erqing and Chai Xiaoqi have yet to commit crimes."

Although what Zhou Ze said is very reasonable, after all, these two cases were handled by the three teams. If the case is really reversed and reinvestigated, doesn't it mean that the three teams are not efficient in handling the case? Negating his team's affairs, how could he possibly do it: "Zhou Ze, even if someone warned the four of them earlier, it does not mean that the deaths of Chen Erqing and Chai Xiaoqi were also killed."

"When investigating these two cases, our three teams conducted a dense search and investigation, which confirmed that there was no possibility of homicide. I don't know whether you are questioning these two cases or the three of us. The team’s case handling level."

Zhou Ze choked. It’s not that he doesn’t understand what the strict terms mean. It’s just that only the three teams 28 understand the situation of the two cases. Zhou Ze must ask clearly: "I don’t doubt the level of handling the cases of the three teams, I just think These three cases add up to something very wrong, so I want to ask more details, maybe we can find some clues to help us crack the murder of Wang Wude."

He took a deep breath, strictly kept his eyes away, folded his hands together, and said coldly: "The specific investigation process of the case is recorded in the archives. You can just go to the archives and check it out. Our three teams deal with it every day. Many cases, where can I remember the details of so many past cases?"

Although he and Strict are both colleagues, there are really not many intersections on weekdays for a second team and a third team. Moreover, the police attaches more importance to the second team than the first team and the third team. Strictly looking at the second team's unpleasantness, it is not a matter of a day or two.

But this is only limited to psychological dissatisfaction, and on the surface, it is necessary to cater to the surface.

At this moment, Zhou Ze actually showed his suspicion of the third team, and the strict inner anger could no longer be controlled: "After all, this is your second team's case. Our third team shouldn't have interfered. Zhou Ze, you have this. Time, it’s better to go to the archives room to find the files, or to go out and run for clues. I'm also very busy, so don't delay the time for both parties."

Regarding the files of the two cases, Zhou Ze had already called it up and looked at it. He really couldn't see the result, so he came to look for strictness. Since it is strict and unwilling to cooperate, forget it. You can only start with the deceased Wang Wude.

Back in the office, Zhou Ze has a black line on his head. Zhao Guangliang asked: "Brother Zhou, if I'm not wrong, you go to the strict side, did you get a bad nose?"

Taking a look at him, Zhou Ze was very helpless: "How would you know?"

Smiling, Zhao Guangliang took a chair and sat in front of Zhou Ze and said: "Strictly, that person is just like this. We usually ask the third team for help if we have anything to do. When he ran into him, he didn't give a good face, and secretly let the three. Team members don’t help us."

"It's weird for me. Although everyone is in a different team, they are also colleagues. Each team has different tasks. What can we do to exclude them?"

After a pause, Zhou Ze was a little surprised, because he didn't care about these things on weekdays. If there is a need to ask, he also asked Zhao Guangliang and the others to ask, so he just knew this: "Forget it, strictly that person may just have a harder mouth. He also knows that everyone is a colleague, and he will not do anything secretly. Just bear it."

"I know, so I've never said anything. This kind of thing is to bear with it in my heart." Zhao Guangliang sighed: "If everyone is like Brother Zhou, you don't fight or snatch it. How good it should be."

"Okay, now is not the time to talk about this, you go to see if Zhao Mingbei has finished writing."

"Okay." After Zhao Guangliang left, he has not returned. Zhou Ze continued to browse through the death records of Chen Erqing and Chai Xiaoqi, but still found no problems. Because the records in the file are very detailed, it can be said that there is no leakage, so no clues were found.

After reading the file, Zhou Ze picked up the phone and glanced at the time. It has been half an hour since Zhao Guangliang entered the interrogation room.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. Didn't he just let him go in to see if Zhao Mingbei had finished writing the crimes committed? Why hasn't he come out yet?

Putting down the file in his hand, Zhou Ze walked into the interrogation room and found Zhao Guangliang standing behind Zhao Mingbei, watching Zhao Mingbei writing down his crimes with anger.

He also noticed that Zhao Guangliang's back was stiff, and his hands were tightly clenched, as if he would be unable to control his emotions and hit Zhao Mingbei with his hands in the next second.

Taking a breath, Zhou Ze stepped forward and asked: "Where did you write it?"

Zhao Guangliang pointed to the paper in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were suffocating: "This kid has written for so long, only to write more than a year ago, and he has written eight pages of bad things that he has done in the past year alone! How could there be such a thing? What about the bad people?"

Zhao Mingbei was frightened by Zhao Guangliang and stopped writing. Zhou Ze saw it and said, "You continue to write yours, don’t worry, no one will hit you. You have to understand that the more detailed you write, the more likely we will find it. The murderer who wants to kill your four brothers is about your own name, so you must not miss a single thing."

"OK, good, I know."

Zhou Ze pulled Zhao Guangliang out of the interrogation room to comfort him: "Zhao Guangliang, you have to understand that he is a person who has done all the bad things. Naturally, there are laws to punish him. After we find the real murderer, this person, we will also do it. deal with."

Although Zhao Mingbei also has a guilt value on his head, but the guilt value is only five hundred, which means that he has only done bad things, and he has never done it. He has nothing to do with the deaths of Wang Wude, Chen Erqing, and Chai Xiaoqi.

After another half an hour, Zhao Mingbei finally finished writing. Zhou Ze looked at the ten pages of paper that he had completely finished writing, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "You are really a rat crossing the street, you have done everything!"

Zhao Mingbei curled his lips: "I know I have no chance of repentance now, but I don't want to die. So I will cooperate with you well, and hope that you can catch the murderer as soon as possible and save my life!"

Zhao Guangliang snorted coldly, and quickly flipped through the papers: "Why did you only write up to one year ago? Isn't it possible that you haven't done anything bad a year ago?"

Zhao Mingbei lowered his eyes, and said a little embarrassedly: "Because there is not enough paper, and what happened a year ago, to be honest, I can't remember a lot.".

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