National Forensic Doctor

The suspect was sent directly to Shiting County, and Jiang Yuan and others came out slowly.

Before leaving, Jiang Yuan made another meal of dog food for the dogs. Considering that he would be on the road for half a day, he directly used the temporary +1 skill to give the dogs food.

The LV6 dog rice skill is probably the most shining in the dog world.

There were 19 village dogs and 3 police dogs, and many police officers were confused. Li Li and other police dog squadron handlers had to use their hands to dig the dog bowl out of the police dog's mouth. It felt like returning to the training of police dogs. Early days.

"We're leaving." Jiang Yuan and others got into the car and said goodbye to the dogs.

The affectionate dog in the village even sent him two miles away before reluctantly returning to the village under the scolding of his owner.

Rottweiler stood on the back of the pickup truck and roared:

┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~

Shiting County.

Meng Chengbiao arrived at the police station early and waited for the police officers to bring the suspect back and prepare a large amount of information in advance.

The workload of the police in Jiangyuan's dedicated case backlog unit is still significantly less than that of other criminal police units. No matter how tiring you are to work on a case, there is actually a limit to how tired you can be. In addition, there are many people in the task force. Ordinary police officers can still be lazy if they want. They will not be like some criminal police teams who use the big animals borrowed as machines. .

On the other hand, the hidden power of Jiang Yuan's special team for backlogged cases is very powerful. Once there is a shortage of manpower, it can be supplemented almost immediately.

After all, when investigating backlogged cases or serious cases, the labor cost can be said to be the lowest. It does not require a well-known master like Jiang Yuan, just an ordinary head of the task force. As long as he dares to take responsibility, he can apply for a huge number of personnel. However, as Classmate Han said 2200 years ago, the more the better, there are preconditions.

"Political Commissar Huang, Captain Jiang, Bureau Bai..."

While Meng Chengbiao was preparing, he saw Huang Qiangmin and others coming in with their stomachs bulging. Knowing that the interrogation time was coming, his body began to secrete hormones wildly.

"Well, the suspect has been delivered, and I'll leave it to you next." Jiang Yuanyue took over all the interrogation work on his behalf. In the past, he usually left this project to the local police.

However, this is what happened when a customer was bullying a store. The Shiting County Criminal Police Brigade was much weaker than units like several district bureaus in Qinghe City or the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment, let alone compared to the district bureaus in the capital city.

Jiang Yuan only used a little emotional intelligence to introduce to Bai Jian: "Meng Chengbiao is the interrogation expert of our special case backlog team. We worked on the anti-drug case before coming to Shiting County and cooperated with the anti-drug team. The final principal culprit was Meng Chengbiao. The interrogation at that time It’s very difficult.”

The main person in charge of the interrogation of the "Drug Network" by the Anti-Narcotics Corps should be interrogation expert Sun Fangyuan. Jiang Yuan slightly modified it and immediately highlighted the value of Meng Chengbiao.

When Bai Jian heard this, he nodded repeatedly and said: "Captain Meng has worked with us before, and now he is also famous..."

"You're welcome." Meng Chengbiao is old, but he still enjoys this feeling.

After the two sides exchanged some words, Jiang Yuan said again: "I still have a few questions here. You can ask them later and see how the suspect answers them."

"You said it." Meng Chengbiao quickly switched to work mode.

"First, the person who collected the mountain goods had transportation with him. Why didn't he choose to abandon the body?" Jiang Yuan has seen more cases and has his own understanding or feeling of the suspect's thinking.

To explain it from a scientific perspective, feeling is equivalent to the human brain building relevant models for each problem. When encountering a problem, it first builds a big model. The more it conforms to the relevant model, the stronger the feeling.

According to some people involved in the case that Jiang Yuan has come into contact with, it is not difficult for a man who has been running in the mountains all year round to dump and bury his body if he has transportation. Compared with residents who have lived in cities all year round, they are more familiar with inaccessible places in the mountains, and have sufficient experience in using hoes and iron bars...

Meng Chengbiao agreed and recorded it.

"You can still ask about the motive of the murder." Jiang Yuan said again.

"yes."

"I'll leave the rest to you." Jiang Yuan didn't ramble too much. Meng Chengbiao was much more professional than Jiang Yuan himself in interrogating criminals.

Meng Chengbiao took the order and left.

Several people sat in the office for a while, watching that the time was almost up, and then entered the monitoring room together. County bureaus like Shiting County don't have anything fancy like a command center. The screens in the monitoring room are all 21-inch LCD monitors, and the picture clarity can only be said to be acceptable.

What came out of the speaker was mainly Meng Chengbiao's voice, and the suspect's answers were all very brief.

Jiang Yuan and others were not worried.

It is not too difficult to interrogate as long as you open your mouth, especially this kind of interrogation where there is ironclad evidence. The evidentiary value of the oral confession is much greater than the actual value. Jiang Yuan and others are concerned about it, mainly because they want to make the case an ironclad case, so that it can be easily obtained. death penalty.

This kind of behavior is the self-cultivation of the criminal police and is a by-product of their overwhelming professionalism. It actually has little to do with the prisoner. Although it was him who lost his life, this interrogation is not actually about him.

When the interrogation lasted for more than three hours, the suspect began to confess, with tears streaming down his face, staining his entire face into a mess.

Policemen who are familiar with interrogations know that this is the murderer lamenting his fate and secretly blaming the deceased and the police.

Meng Chengbiao asked questions one by one according to the established plan, and then asked Jiang Yuan's question:

"What did you think after you killed someone? Why did you leave the body where it was? Have you ever thought about disposing of it separately?"

The suspect thought that the interrogating police were trying to "trap" him and said quickly: "No, how is that possible? I didn't think about dealing with it anymore. After I killed someone, before I could calm down, a dog rushed in. They screamed and wormed their way into me, so I could only hold on to the stick and fight and retreat, and quickly left to get it over with, as there was no time to dispose of the body."

"Where's the back? Didn't you come in again?"

"No, after I left, I lost the stick, and I had to go home to change clothes and shoes, and deal with the blood stains on my body and so on. After I finished, I was exhausted, and then I heard that the body was found. Then it's useless to say anything." The suspect still felt a little regretful in his words.

"You didn't return to the crime scene?" Meng Chengbiao asked.

"No."

"Then let's talk about the scene when you left..."

The suspect did not answer immediately, but said cautiously: "I heard someone said that the dog gnawed the person at the end?"

"It's not gnawing, it's irrational biting." Meng Chengbiao corrected the suspect and said, "Tell me, what is your motive?"

"I don't have any motive... I really don't have any... I just wanted to flirt, but she told me to go down first. To be honest, it's not like we have never seen women before. Is there anything I can't do if I flirt with you? Are you still a chaste girl?" ..." When the suspect said this, he started talking more and obviously had countless complaints.

His complaint was his complaint and could not eliminate the crime, but Meng Chengbiao still followed his words and cooperated to let him say as much as possible.

This should be regarded as the last happy time for a death row prisoner. He can export his own values ​​unscrupulously, and the police comrades provide as much emotional value as possible.

Many criminal suspects may have never chatted so freely in their lives. As they talked, they suspended their executions and immediately executed them.

When Bai Jian heard this, he was completely relieved. Seeing that Jiang Yuan and Huang Qiangmin's attention had also shifted, he took out his mobile phone to check the time and said with a smile: "It's already this time, why don't we go to Zhengyang Tower ?”

"Is the chef here?" Jiang Yuan couldn't forget the stone frog from Zhengyang Tower after eating it last time, and even asked someone to buy it specially.

But it has to be said that even the chefs commonly used by the Jiang family are still different from the Zhengyanglou chefs who have made a living by cooking stone frogs for generations. It seemed too grand.

Bai Jian laughed "haha": "Wait a minute, I'll make a call and ask Chef Shi to make preparations in advance."

That night, the suspect was sent to prosecutors.

Stone frogs are tender and pliable.

The guests and hosts enjoy themselves.

In the next two days, Jiang Yuan completed several cases one after another while dining in the Zhengyang Building. The directors of the beautiful Shiting County Bureau wanted to skin the stone frog and send it to Jiang Yuan's bed.

Another day.

Afternoon.

The leaders of the county government hosted a banquet for Jiang Yuan and his party. After five meals and three rounds of wine, Jiang Yuan's cell phone rang.

Jiang Yuan apologized and stood up: "Hello, Uncle Eleven?"

Uncle Eleven's voice was quite hoarse: "Ayuan, I might be dying!"