Chapter 20 Interrogation cannot be speculative
Wang Zheng’s words made everyone feel a chill down their spine. If someone was killed just because of a so-called work of art, then the other party’s way of thinking was too terrifying.
"Why do we need to use the word 'artwork'?" Zhang Baosheng was a little confused.
“Art comes from life, and what occupies the most part of our lives is people.” Wang Zheng thought for a moment and said, “Sometimes the most extreme art is often reflected in people.”
"That's true." Zhang Baosheng had the same feeling. "In the past, we thought people with tattoos didn't look like good people, but now we see that all the artists are tattooing all kinds of things on their bodies. From the outside, they look good, but they don't look like the real thing."
"It doesn't matter if it's a tattoo or a photo." Wang Zheng paused and said, "But if the human body is treated as a work of art, then society will not approve of this practice."
"By the way, Wang Zheng." Zhang Baosheng was silent for a while, then said, "Can you tell me how you found out that there was something wrong with Hu Qiang?"
As soon as Zhang Baosheng asked the question, Gu Xia and others also showed puzzled expressions, and quickly moved their chairs and sat aside. Especially Gao Feng, he did not forget to pour a glass of water for Wang Zheng.
"It's actually very simple." Wang Zheng took a sip of water and put the cup aside. "I showed him Jia Weiping's photo before because we had limited information at the time and I wasn't sure whether they knew him or not. But when I saw his expression, I knew he was lying."
Several people present nodded at the same time, and they also saw Hu Qiang's expression at that time.
"When I knew Hu Qiang knew him, and considering that Hu Qiang and Chen Shuai were classmates, I wondered if they had known each other for a long time and had not been in touch recently, or had very little contact, so I tried to trick him. The signs of sexual assault on Jia Weiping before his death must have been done by Hu Qiang, so I made some connections and tried to trick him again. Unexpectedly, it worked again!"
Wang Zheng's voice was soft, but it weighed heavily in everyone's heart. They had never thought that in the absence of any evidence, they could use such a method to deduce a relatively reliable case.
"Of course, all this also depends on the cooperation of Comrade Gao Feng." Wang Zheng looked at Gao Feng and couldn't help but joked.
"You cooperated too? That's impossible." Bai Ling felt a little surprised.
"Nonsense, I'm smart!" Gao Feng winked at them for a while before explaining, "In fact, the information about Hu Qiang that Teacher Zhang gave us is very limited. Apart from some important records, other details are not included. The last part about going back to school was actually my guess."
"You guessed it all?" Gu Xia was speechless, with a serious expression on his face. "You can't rely on guessing when solving cases. This won't happen again."
"Yes, Professor Gu!" Gao Feng quickly replied Gu Xia, fearing that Gu Xia would not give him the opportunity to attend classes in the future.
Wang Zheng didn't react much to this. He simply nodded and pondered for a while before speaking: "I understand what you mean, Professor Gu. If Hu Qiang's mental quality is strong enough, I might be dragged along. This is common sense in interrogation."
"That's good to know." Gu Xia nodded with emotion. After several contacts, Wang Zheng's investigation has improved significantly. Now that he can take these details into consideration, it means that his spirit has improved a little.
In fact, the two people in the task force who know Wang Zheng best, Gu Xia and Hua Mei, are very worried. If Wang Zheng is really lost, it will be a disaster for society. He may not know what he will do, but he will definitely regret it when he wakes up.
The reason why Huamei was willing to continue to stay in the task force was to not give him any chance to get lost.
"Now can you tell me how you plan to find the murderer?" Gu Xia looked at Wang Zheng and asked.
"If we want to identify the murderer, we need to start from two routes." Wang Zheng pondered for a while and said, "The murderer's behavior of taking human bones many times is undoubtedly a challenge for our police, so the first line must start with human bones. I want to apply to investigate the art museum."
"Sure." Gu Xia's expression relaxed, and he said, "The local police will fully cooperate with you on this line. If necessary, we can dispatch special police to help you solve the case."
"Thank you." Wang Zheng nodded to Gu Xia.
"What about the second clue?" Zhang Baosheng asked, "Is it the note?"
"No." Wang Zheng shook his head. "Given the murderer's level of caution, he would never let us find clues so easily. I'm afraid that by the time we get there, Hu Qiang's house will have been turned upside down, and there will definitely be no note left."
"Then what should we do?" Zhang Baosheng pondered for a while and said helplessly: "We can't use the old method of checking every household, right?"
"That's not necessary..."
"No need to go through so much trouble." When Wang Zheng was about to continue, Huamei, who was sitting next to him, suddenly said, "Wang Zheng's idea is to have the police start with electricity. Select a few places in the city with high electricity consumption, and then check them one by one according to the address."
"High electricity consumption? Why, Sister Huamei?" Bai Ling asked puzzledly.
"Think about it, the murderer preserved the body, causing us to misjudge the time of death of the deceased, and instantly erased the two clues of the first crime scene and the time of death. What did he rely on?" Huamei said patiently.
"That must be electricity!" Bai Ling thought about it carefully and suddenly became excited. She said, "First, use refrigeration to ensure that the body will not produce livor mortis and blood will not flow out. Then, let the body warm up indoors and stink while moving. This method will not only disrupt our audition, but also make us go in the wrong direction!"
"You're finally smart for once." Gao Feng teased.
"You are so smart!" Bai Ling couldn't help but turned around and made a face at Gao Feng.
"These young people are really good." Zhang Baosheng sighed with emotion and asked Gu Xia: "Gu Lao, who is this girl?"
"My name is Huamei." Huamei stood up and introduced herself: "I'm a psychology tutor at Southwest University of Political Science and Law, and a friend of Wang Zheng."
"Friend?" Zhang Baosheng listened to Huamei's obvious pause , then looked at Wang Zheng meaningfully and smiled.
"Okay, you are so old and still so frivolous?" Gu Xia saw that the atmosphere was a little awkward. After coughing lightly, he said, "Now that we have new clues, you should not be idle. Go and investigate what you need to investigate. Come back and report to us in the evening."
"What about lunch?" Gao Feng spread his hands. It was already noon, and the most important thing to solve right now was the problem of eating.
"You'll be responsible for it yourself." Gu Xia rolled his eyes and looked at the three people who were sighing in front of him. After a long silence, he finally changed his expression to a serious one and said, "Remember to ask for the receipt after dinner. I'll reimburse you when I come back."
"Let's go, let's go eat!"
Wang Zheng and the other two were immediately happy. After thanking Gu Xia one by one, they walked out of the office with grins on their faces. At this time, only Gu Xia and Zhang Baosheng were left in the office.
"Um..." Zhang Baosheng looked at Gu Xia, and after a long silence, he said, "Teacher Gu, I want to tell you something."
"You say." Gu Xia was in a good mood at this time and drank a sip of water with a smile.
"Can I join your task force?" Zhang Baosheng was silent for a while, then spoke awkwardly.
"What's wrong with you? Isn't it good to work in the Criminal Investigation Bureau? The salary and benefits are good, and there are also officers' dormitories." Gu Xia asked in confusion: "Why did you think of coming to me?"
"Because... you're the one who feeds me."
“Get out!”
