National Forensic Doctor

The mother of the victim Liu Zhiwu came with her brother and nephew.

Along the way, several relatives were comforting Yang Xiuli, which made her mood slightly better. When she saw Liu Sheng, she asked, "Officer, when can I take my son home?"

Liu Sheng's focus was originally on his nephew Yang Wanjun. When Yang Xiuli asked, he was stunned and then said: "I'm afraid it won't be until we close the case. Please wait patiently for a while."

"Then when will the case be closed? When will the murderer be found?" Yang Xiuli asked.

For the police, the attitude of the victim's family is still very important. Liu Sheng said in a good voice: "We are also investigating now. We can only say that we have found some things, so we asked everyone to make a transcript. There are also some It will help us understand some situations.”

"What have you found?" Yang Xiuli was a little anxious. For her, her son had been gone for a long time, and she wanted to know even a little bit of news.

Liu Sheng shook his head slightly and said, "Sorry, the case is still under investigation. These are confidential information."

"Isn't it okay if I'm the victim's mother?"

Liu Sheng shook his head and called another criminal policeman over, saying: "Let's take a transcript first. I will inform you specifically when I have more information to tell."

Yang Xiuli's sister-in-law also came over and pulled Yang Xiuli away.

Yang Wanjun had been observing the police, but remained silent. He followed his aunt closely until he was called to a separate interrogation room by the criminal police.

After the group of people dispersed, Liu Sheng sighed and said to Jiang Yuan, "Would you like to go to the monitoring room together?"

"Okay." Jiang Yuan responded, closed his eyes and recalled the footwork of Yang Wanjun who had just left, and said, "The footprints left at the memorial place should be Yang Wanjun's." "

Facing the real person, Jiang Yuan was really not sure. The person who ordered the murder was Yang Wanjun.

From what I just observed, Yang Wanjun is just an ordinary young man in his 30s, wearing a plaid shirt and sneakers. His social skills are weak, but he is not completely incapable of social interaction.

He doesn’t feel like a photographer or photography enthusiast, but more like a programmer or programming enthusiast.

Liu Sheng was not sure that Yang Wanjun was the mastermind behind the scenes, but he still said excitedly: "A breakthrough is a good thing. Even if he is not the murderer, he must be an insider."

Liu Jinghui nodded slightly, affirming the reasoning enthusiasts.

monitoring room.

On the big screen, the interrogation room where Yang Wanjun was located was listed separately, occupying a quarter of the screen, and next to it were real-time images of several other interrogation rooms.

Liu Sheng's level was not high enough and he could not use the bureau's command center. The level of informatization instantly returned to the level of Ningtai County, which made Jiang Yuan and others get used to it.

Liu Jinghui, Li Haochen and others stood behind Jiang Yuan, each wearing a wireless headset that could adjust the sound of different interrogation rooms. At this time, several people unanimously chose interrogation room No. 3 where Yang Wanjun was located.

It can be heard that Yang Wanjun's voice is relatively calm at this time. After briefly describing his relationship with his cousin, he extended it and said: "My cousin likes to educate people. You said he works in a decoration company. , he had to quarrel every day, and had to lie to people and cheat money. In the end, he felt that he understood society. What happened in the end... Well, my aunt did the same, and she thought her own education method was good..."

When Li Haochen heard this, he couldn't help but take out his notebook, opened it and started recording: He had a strong desire to express himself, and he had strong emotions when talking about the deceased and his mother...

Liu Jinghui turned his head and glanced, curled his lips and whispered: "You are a bit hasty.

"Partly based on Yang Wanjun's scarf and circle of friends." Li Haochen said softly: "When he speaks online, his attitude is even more arrogant than now."

Liu Jinghui raised his eyebrows. He often paid attention to the Internet status of the people involved in the case, but this level of regularity was obviously not as high as that of young people like Li Haochen.

At this time, the policeman in Interrogation Room 3 asked again: "What were you doing when Liu Zhiwu disappeared?"

"I don't remember much, just go to work as usual, play games or something." Yang Wanjun acted extremely calmly.

The interrogating policeman frowned seriously and continued: "Your own cousin disappeared. You don't remember much about such a big thing?"

"Who remembers the specific time? It was so long ago. Moreover, the people my cousin comes into contact with are very complicated. It is normal for him to disappear for a day or two. When my aunt feels something is wrong and starts calling people everywhere, she is afraid that Several days have passed." Yang Wanjun said with reason.

monitoring room.

Li Haochen frowned and said: "This Yang Wanjun obviously has no experience in being tried, but he is a little lucky. He didn't kill anyone with his own hands. He really doesn't have too much psychological burden."

"Does planning to kill someone not count?" Mu Zhiyang has been following Jiang Yuan for a long time, and he has the attribute of being jealous of evil.

Li Haochen said "Huh" and said: "We are not talking about the law, but only about personal psychology. The psychological burden of killing someone with your own hands and planning to kill someone are not on the same level."

"So, planning to kill will also help him resist interrogation?"

"That's more or less it. However, if he is really the mastermind behind the scenes, the ending will still be the same." Li Haochen doesn't think that ordinary people can pass the interrogation and appraisal. Without training, they can't make it up by relying on fabrication. .

Many people think they can lie calmly and calmly among their friends, but that is because many friends do not expose them, or the content of their lies is harmless, and some friends themselves are Madhaha. But among the criminal police, transcript means being able to record with a pen. After all the fabricated content has been recorded, inconsistency is unacceptable.

And after the police have mastered some of the facts, the probability of passing the interrogation is even lower.

For someone like Yang Wanjun, even if he makes up a perfect lie, he will still be checked again and again with a magnifying glass.

"We have sent people to search Yang Wanjun's home, and we have also hired computer experts to analyze his electronic products. For a few hours at most, we can find out what websites he usually falls in love with, whether he buys memberships, etc. It's all clear." Cui Qishan smiled as he spoke, a little ferocious, like the occasional throwback smile of a domesticated wild wolf.

Mu Zhiyang didn't know what he thought of, and hissed: "High-tech crime is not advisable."

"The victim's mother is still praising Yang Wanjun." Wang Chuanxing reminded him in a low voice. He was on a mission and couldn't just look at any monitoring room he wanted.

Upon hearing this, Liu Sheng changed the big screen to the perspective of the victim's mother, and everyone also adjusted their voices.

At this time, the victim's mother was talking repeatedly: "Wan Jun was the one I saw when I was a child. He often sent him to my house when he was young. He spent all the winter and summer vacations at my house. The tuition fees for his studies were all I paid it for him, and also helped him find a job, buy a camera, and buy furniture... Wan Jun is a good boy. It would be great if my Zhiwu could be as obedient as him..."

"That is to say, you have long-term support for Yang Wanjun? Why?" the interrogating policeman asked.

The victim's mother shook her head: "That doesn't count as support. Wan Jun is my Yang family. I should give him some money or something, isn't it right?"

"Where is your son?"

"The same goes for my son. He has plenty of food. He often played with Wan Jun when he was young."

"How is his relationship with Yang Wanjun?"

"fine."

"Now, do the two of you meet often?"

"Our family gets together during the holidays. I often take my son back. He has been busy in the past two years, so he goes back less."

"In your will, your son Liu Zhiwu is the first heir, and Yang Wanjun is the second heir? Why is it set like this?" The interrogating policeman asked questions about interests.

The victim's mother said naturally: "Wan Jun is not married yet. What I mean is that if I am here, I can borrow money for Wan Jun to get married later. If I am no longer here, then I will give half of the house to Wan Jun." , it’s enough for him to collect a down payment.”

"Does your son agree?"

"I agree, he doesn't care about me, and I didn't spend his money." The old lady's tone was very firm.

Several people in the monitoring room looked at each other and heard Cui Qishan whisper: "With a mother like this, it's not surprising that anyone kills someone."

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