Detective from the future

Chapter 241
trial room.

Han Bin and Zhao Ming were in charge of the interrogation, and Wang Zijia sat on the interrogation chair with his head bowed.

"Look up." Han Bin said.

Wang Zijia raised his head slowly, glanced at Han Bin, then at Zhao Ming: "Two police officers, when will you let me out?"

"Why are you in a hurry, you are in charge of food and housing, just stay there when you come in." Zhao Ming snorted.

"Tomorrow Monday, I have to go to work. Besides, I have hands and feet, and I don't want to take advantage of the country."

"Yo, your awareness is quite high." Zhao Ming laughed.

"Hey, I know you look down on me, but star orientation is innate. I was born with this gene. I also want to like women, marry a wife, start a family, have children, and live a harmonious and beautiful life as a family. , but I like men..." Wang Zijia's voice choked up.

"We understand, we don't mean to look down on you." Han Bin said seriously.

"No, you don't understand. Take Fan Zhenye as an example. He also likes men, but he still married a wife. He also tried to change himself to make himself like women, but... no, he couldn't do it. It will only make the two more painful, and the conflict between their husband and wife will become deeper and deeper." Wang Zijiayu said earnestly.

"You want to tell me that Cai Xiuyan is the one who killed Fan Zhenye?" Han Bin asked back.

"I don't know, I'm just talking about the facts." Wang Zijia lowered his head.

"Wang Zijia, have you been to the roof of Unit 37, Building 1, Jing'an Hutong?" Han Bin asked.

Wang Zijia's body trembled, and he said in a low voice, "No."

Han Bin got up, picked up a few photos from the table, walked to the interrogation chair, and put one of the photos in front of Wang Zijia: "We found the murder weapon and bloody clothes on the roof of Unit 37 in Building 1. After inspection, the blood stains on it belonged to the deceased.”

"What does this have to do with me?" Wang Zijia turned his head aside.

"We found your fingerprints."

"Impossible." Wang Zijia glanced at the photo and said firmly, "It's absolutely impossible."

"Wang Zijia, we have found enough evidence to prove that you are the murderer who killed Fan Zhenye." Han Bin said sharply.

"I don't have one. This dagger and the bloody coat have nothing to do with me." Wang Zijia argued.

"You know better than me how the dagger came from. As for this dress, we have checked your mobile phone. You have bought the same style of clothes and hats on a certain shopping website."

"So what, at least hundreds of pieces of this dress have been sold, I bought it with my own money, I'm happy, it's also against the law." Wang Zijia hummed.

"Before I made the record, I asked you explicitly if you had seen this dress. I remember it very clearly. You answered no at that time. Why did you lie?" Han Bin asked back.

Wang Zijia bit his lips: "Maybe I remembered wrongly."

"It's been less than ten days since the purchase. Do you think the judge will believe your words?" Han Bin said coldly.

Wang Zijia was silent.

Han Bin changed the subject: "Nine o'clock in the evening on October 27th, where are you?"

Wang Zijia lowered his head and said, "I don't remember clearly."

"I guessed that you would say that, but the previous transcripts have been recorded. The first time you forged the alibi, and the second time you said you were at home, but we sent the police to check. On the night of October 27th, you Not at home at all." Han Bin took out two more photos and put them in front of Wang Zijia:
"At four o'clock in the afternoon on October 27th, you left home and drove to Tangu Community; then you changed into women's clothes, took a taxi and drove to Jing'an Hutong, committed crimes and killed Fan Zhenye at nine o'clock in the evening, and again at eleven o'clock in the evening Return to Tangu Community, and drive back home the next morning."

Wang Zijia's face became more and more ugly: "This is all your guess, not the truth."

"This photo is a photo of you taking the elevator down to the garage; this one is a photo of your car driving to Tangu Community; your whereabouts have been completely figured out by our police, and it is useless for you to argue." Han Bin said sharply.

Wang Zijia glanced at Han Bin, lowered his head again, and pondered for a long time: "I'm sorry, I lied, I was indeed not at home that day, I drove to Tangu Community, but that's all, I have never been to Jing'an alley."

"Never been there?" Han Bin asked back.

"Yes, I've never been there before." Wang Zijia said firmly.

Han Bin smiled: "Don't be too confident, overconfidence is called conceit."

"I'm telling the truth. I haven't been there. How can you admit it." Wang Zijia raised his head and looked at Han Bin opposite.

"We were really there and found your fingerprints." Han Bin said seriously.

The corners of Wang Zijia's mouth rose slightly.

"I didn't lie to you, I really found your fingerprint." Han Bin repeated.

"Impossible!" Wang Zijia bit every word clearly.

"The dagger is very clean. After committing the crime, you should wipe your fingerprints on the dagger, but it doesn't mean you haven't touched other things." Han Bin said.

Wang Zijia swallowed: "What?"

"You hid the bloody clothes and the dagger on the roof, and locked the door on the roof with a padlock. Your fingerprints were left on the lock." Han Bin took out another photo and put it on the interrogation chair:
"This shows that you have not only been to Jing'an Hutong, but also locked the bloody coat and dagger on the roof. No one else can touch it except you."

Wang Zijia's forehead was covered with sweat, and he muttered, "I was wronged."

"How do you explain the fingerprints on the lock?"

"I don't know, I was wronged."

"If only your fingerprints were found and you said that you were wronged, maybe the police would still believe you, but you have lied a lot since the first time you took the record." Han Bin's face became serious, and his tone became more severe:

"You forged your alibi, and your whereabouts on October 27 matched that of the murderer; you obviously bought the clothes for the crime, but you said you hadn't seen them; you kept saying you hadn't been to the scene, but your fingerprints were found in the place where the murder weapon was hidden; these The evidence adds up to convict you."

Wang Zijia slowly closed his eyes, a tear slipped down the corner of his eyes.

"Be lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist." Han Bin warned.

Wang Zijia was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes: "I was wronged."

"Even if you do not plead guilty and have no confession, as long as the evidence is sufficient, you will still be convicted; not only will you lose the opportunity for a lighter punishment, but you will also be given a heavier punishment." Han Bin warned.

Wang Zijia glanced at Han Bin and shrugged his shoulders: "For me, the only difference is freedom and imprisonment. I don't care how long I sit."

Zhao Ming came over and reminded in a low voice: "Brother Bin, he likes men and went to jail, you know..."

Han Bin frowned. It was like throwing a mouse into a rice bowl. Although he couldn't find food freely, he still couldn't get hungry.

Thinking in another way, if you put yourself in a women's prison, it doesn't seem so unacceptable...

(End of this chapter)