Chapter 9 The Erased Numbers
Wang Zheng's stiff expression immediately made the conversation in the room awkward. Gao Feng silently closed his notebook and turned his head to the window, while Bai Ling turned to look at the opened can and began to inspect it again.
Gu Xia and Hua Mei finally rushed back to the Municipal Bureau. As soon as they entered the room, they naturally felt the awkward atmosphere inside.
"Wang Zheng, have you read all the files?" Seeing this, Gu Xia quickly smiled and changed the subject.
"I saw it." Wang Zheng nodded.
"It's similar to what you inferred before. We just came back from a meeting outside, and the higher-ups are ready to close the case." Gu Xia said easily.
"So anxious?" Wang Zheng was a little surprised, "But there are still some doubts that have not been clarified!"
"What's suspicious?" Gu Xia shook his head. "Wang Zheng, Fan Qian has already confessed his crime, and we also found a small number of other canned human bodies in his temporary rental house. All the evidence points to him, there is no doubt anymore!"
"Yes, Wang Zheng, you are too nervous." Huamei said with a frown.
Gu Xia and Hua Mei talked alone that day, and no one knew what the two said, but it was obvious that they seemed to have reached a consensus on their attitude towards Wang Zheng.
"First, Fan Qian was paid well as a food consultant in a restaurant, but that doesn't mean he could afford to buy a food truck." Wang Zheng then changed the subject, "Also, he did provide information about the victims, but what about the bones?"
Gu Xia fell silent for a long time before he spoke: "Wang Zheng, the purpose of our task force is to handle specific cases. We have only one goal, which is to catch the criminal. As for other matters, the local police will have to handle them. This is our principle."
"I think it is necessary to clarify these issues." Wang Zheng's attitude was very firm.
Although Fan Qian was arrested and the evidence was sufficient, Wang Zheng still had many doubts in his heart, such as the source of the vehicle, the whereabouts of the canned bones , and even whether there were any surviving victims...
All of this forced Wang Zheng to be tough, even paranoid.
"organize……"
"I know the rules, but as a police officer, I still want to exercise my rights." Wang Zheng interrupted Gu Xia and said, "I want to go see him."
"This..." Gu Xia was silent for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, come with me."
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Due to Fan Qian's modus operandi and his own dangerousness, the B City Police Department had no choice but to detain him in a suburban prison far away from the city. The armed police with real guns were responsible for guarding him, and the interrogation procedures were much more complicated than those for ordinary prisoners. However, in view of Gu Xia's living pass, Wang Zheng's request was quickly approved by the relevant departments.
The prison's preventive measures were much better than Wang Zheng had imagined. The interrogation was not face-to-face contact with the prisoners, but was separated by a bulletproof glass. As for communication, it depended on the internal landline next to the glass.
Fan Qian was quickly escorted by two armed police officers to sit in front of the isolation window. He still had handcuffs on his hands, but he was surprisingly in good spirits. When he saw Wang Zheng, he actually smiled.
"You knew I was coming?" Wang Zheng asked in surprise, picking up the phone.
"People with similar personalities are always inexplicably involved with each other, isn't that right?" Fan Qian picked up the phone and laughed, "Little officer, what do you want to know?"
"Where the bones went, and why you eat people." Wang Zheng said silently.
This is the question he really wants to know but is ignored by Gu Xia and others. Fan Qian obviously premeditated the crime but the targets he selected randomly are very different from the typical criminals he has come into contact with. In fact, he does not even look like a criminal in many ways.
"Have you ever tasted human flesh?" Fan Qian smacked his lips. "Although the cooking method is the same, the distribution of human muscles is a blessing from God. Every piece of meat and every cell in our body is distributed just right. The taste is incomparable to other animals."
"Is this why you eat people?" Wang Zheng found it a little funny.
"Eating humans is the same as eating animals. What reason do I need?" Fan Qian said with a smile, "Humans are the same as animals. They feel pain when they are injured and cry out when they are in danger. In other words, humans are also animals. Since I can eat animal flesh, why can't I eat human flesh?"
"You are speaking sophistry." Wang Zheng shook his head.
"I still remember clearly the first time I ate a human." Fan Qian's face was full of enjoyment. "I was very nervous at the time. I pointed a knife at the tied-up man. I didn't know how to start. I watched him scream and struggle. I suddenly felt that he was like the first white goose I killed when I was an apprentice in a western restaurant."
"I suddenly had an idea. I heated up the iron plate and hung it on the wall. I watched his feet dangling in the air, and then stepped on the iron plate. I smelled the fragrance coming out. I sprinkled freshly ground sea salt on the soles of his feet and then cut off the meat piece by piece."
"You are a lunatic." Wang Zheng's face turned pale. As he listened to the other party's description, the same scene seemed to appear in his mind, and his stomach twitched.
"After eating his feet, I looked at his horrified pupils. It seemed that he would soon lose his spirit." Fan Qian ignored Wang Zheng's disgusted expression and said with enjoyment: "I opened his stomach and watched his liver swell up little by little. Then I took the liver out, put it on a frying pan, and slowly roasted it with the red wine I prepared."
"That's enough." Wang Zheng began to dry heave and said quickly, "Tell me who provided you with the funds and where the bones are."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Fan Qian laughed strangely, "Little officer, your interrogation time is only ten minutes, and it's already nine minutes. If there's nothing else, I'll leave."
Having said that, Fan Qian stood up, turned around and prepared to leave the interrogation room.
"Wait!" Wang Zheng said quickly: "This is your only chance."
Fan Qian turned around and looked at Wang Zheng meaningfully, then suddenly smashed the phone that he had completely seized. The plastic cut his palm at once, and he dipped his finger in the flowing blood and began to write on the transparent glass with his fingertips.
Woo woo!
The prison guard who had been monitoring the interrogation room soon discovered Fan Qian's abnormality and quickly pressed the alarm. At the same time, two armed police officers with guns entered at the same time. One of them quickly pressed Fan Qian on the table, and the other armed police officer quickly took the walkie-talkie from his waist. Soon, two people came from behind Wang Zheng and carried him out of the prison without waiting for Wang Zheng to speak.
" What happened ?" Gu Xia looked at Wang Zheng, whose face was still confused, and quickly asked the two armed police officers.
"The prisoner's behavior just now was suddenly abnormal. For safety reasons, we must end the interrogation." One of the armed police officers said.
"Thank you." Gu Xia nodded solemnly, quickly reached out to help the dazed Wang Zheng back to the car, and told the driver to drive quickly.
"The case was about to be closed, how could such a thing happen?" Gu Xia's face was full of confusion. From the interrogation to the detention, Fan Qian had never shown any tendencies towards violence or self-harm. Why did he suddenly behave abnormally after meeting Wang Zheng?
"This case is definitely not as simple as we thought!" Wang Zheng, who had recovered his spirit, suddenly spoke with a firm expression.
"What did he say to you?" Gu Xia had a strange expression on his face.
"No." Wang Zheng shook his head and turned to look out the window.
Only Wang Zheng knew clearly that Fan Qian's last action left him with a string of five-digit numbers, but he cleverly blocked the surveillance with his body, and at the moment the armed police broke the door, he wiped out the traces of the numbers with his hands.
There is no doubt that this was the hint Fan Qian gave him before his death, but what did that string of numbers represent?
