There are police in the fields

Mu Chen went to pick up a cup of hot water and handed it to Mao Jiang. Mao Jiang was almost unsteady, his hands were fixed on the tiger bench, and he could only bury his head, lift the cup with his mouth, trembling. After drinking a little bit, he stabilized his panic and calmed down a little.

Su Yi meticulously recorded the questions and answers in front of the computer. It was the first time in his life that he used pale words to reproduce this appalling and true murder story, and his mood was very complicated.

On a night in late autumn, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the thin police uniform was drenched in hot sweat and dry, and the cold air soaked into the body. Feeling cold to the bone.

While pouring water, Mu Chen made a steaming cup of coffee for Su Yi, and gently placed it by his hand. The heat from the mist lingered in his nostrils, driving away a little fatigue. Sipping coffee, looking up at Mu Chen, Mu Chen nodded with a smile, and said silently: "You're welcome."

Su Yi smiled, thinking: "I haven't said thank you yet, this person..."

After a moment of adjustment, the three continued to engage in this eerie interrogation.

Old Daoist: "Continue talking."

Mao Jiang made up his mind, probably knowing that it would be a capital offense anyway, so he didn't care and continued to recall: "He lay motionless on the ground, blood was flowing everywhere along his cheeks, I didn't dare to look at him, so I ran into the room Hiding, I hid in the quilt, and I didn't dare to come out. I don't know how long I hid. When I regained consciousness, it was already dawn. I thought I had a nightmare. When I crawled out, I saw the Dead body, I realized it was not a nightmare, I killed someone.

"I didn't know what to do. I had to find a place to hide the body, and I didn't dare to drag him too far. Occasionally, there would be people on the mountain, so I waited for another day. When it was dark, I was behind the house. He dug a hole at the base of the wall, dragged him in and buried him."

The boss asked: "Did you take his mobile phone and throw it away?"

Mao Jiang said: "I heard that the mobile phone can be located, so I took it and threw it into the river."

The boss was silent for a while, and then asked in a steady tone, "What about Roland, why did you kill her?"

Upon hearing this question, Mao Jiang was stunned. The panic, hatred, and trembling fear just now dissipated instantly. There was no emotion on his face, and his eyes were fixed on the person who asked the question.

In the interrogation room, a needle could be heard instantly, as if the air had frozen. The keyboard sound of "Pa Pa Pa" stopped abruptly, Su Yi still maintained the shape of an orchid finger and paused in the air, about to fall.

However, the boss did not give Mao Jiang the slightest look. He lit a cigarette by himself, smoked it nonchalantly, took a puff, took out another one, lit it and handed it to Mao Jiang, as if the question just now was asked casually. Usually, it's like casually saying "Have you eaten yet?" It's a matter of course, and I don't care whether Mao Jiang wants to confess.After all, the police have no direct evidence for the time being that Roland was killed by Mao Jiang, which is far less ironclad than the evidence that a body was dug up at Mao Jiang's house.

Interrogation itself is a game, where the truth returns to the truth, and the truth connects with the truth.

After all, the probability of two perverts appearing in the same jurisdiction at the same time period is always a little smaller than the probability of two people falling in love, so the boss is determined to kill two people with this one pervert. Yan Ming: It's just that it's rare for me to get up to get the evidence, so you should be honest.

Probably, confession is also a kind of confession. In fact, in real life, most murderers probably never thought that one day they would embark on the road of murder. Maybe it is just fear, anxiety, sadness, depression, when all these When negative emotions accumulate to the point where people can't bear it, they will spurt out and lead to a violent solution. Only a very small number of people, who are naturally cold-blooded, can calmly plan a perfect murder case.Obviously, Mao Jiang belongs to the majority.

After thinking for a while, probably Mao Jiangdong himself felt that the story was not finished yet, and he was in a panic. Anyway, killing one person is death, and killing two people is death. , the real name is down in the rivers and lakes, so he decided not to bother the majestic Buddha in front of him and got up to find evidence, then adjusted his posture, took a deep breath of cigarettes, and began to analyze the funeral.

"That woman, damn it!" As soon as Mao Jiang mentioned her, he showed an expression of extreme disgust and disdain, and said, "Hooking up people everywhere, if it wasn't for her, Zhang Cheng wouldn't ask me to kill people, and neither would I." He will kill Zhang Cheng by mistake."

The more Mao Jiang talked, the more excited he became.

"I became addicted to drugs ten years ago, and then I was arrested and locked up by the police one after another for several years. After I was released, I couldn't find those who sold heroin, and I don't know if they all died. Oh, the street is full of meth, can it be compared with heroin?

"Zhang Cheng knew that I ate heroin, so he took me to that woman's place, and he said that she had a channel to get the goods, and then I often went to that woman's house with him.

"That day, I killed Zhang Cheng, and within a few days, I became addicted to drugs again, so I ran to that woman's house and asked her to get the goods. Before, Zhang Cheng took me there, but this time she saw me I went alone, and I kept asking me where Zhang Cheng was, saying that if I didn’t find him, I wouldn’t want to get the goods. When I saw her, I couldn’t help but want to kill her, so I strangled her with a wire. neck, forcing her to get me the goods, and after taking the goods, I strangled her hard."

The boss looked calm and said, "How did you dispose of the corpse?"

Mao Jiang said nonchalantly: "I dragged her in, put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, closed the door, and left."

Hearing this, the boss didn't ask any more questions, just got up, slammed the door and left. The boss has been in the police field for 20 years, and he has witnessed many absurd cases, but after all, he is not a grass. I don't know whether it is hatred or pity. These murderers.At this time, the boss had already asked the key point, and there was no need to go out for the rest, so he ruthlessly abandoned the two detectives again, and the night was messy.

Mu Chen then interrogated many details in detail, and Su Yi recorded them in the case. After all the interrogation materials were exhausted and signed, it was already dawn. Mu Chen scanned the materials and submitted them to his superiors, waiting for approval. Both of them were exhausted. Suffering from hunger and cold, and not daring to sleep, he had to forcefully open his upper and lower eyelids to keep an eye on the murderer.

Su Yi couldn't take it anymore, not only tired, but also cold, not only cold, but also hungry, he felt that his body was already digesting his body and bones on his own, and he could lose a lot of weight overnight.

After Mu Chen finished scanning the materials, he turned his head and glanced at Su Yi who was listless beside him, clicked his tongue, and sighed: "Poor child."

Su Yi: "Aren't you pitiful? Isn't it the same that you haven't eaten or slept?"

Mu Chen smiled and said, "I'm used to it."

After finishing speaking, Mu Chen's eyes lit up suddenly, his brows curved, and even the bright Su Yi opened his eyes wide for no reason, and Mu Chen said mysteriously, "Su Yi! Just keep an eye on it, and I'll go back as soon as I go."

I don't know what kind of medicine Mu Chen sold in the gourd like a fraudulent corpse, and Su Yi flashed for a moment, and before he was stunned, Mu Chen's figure disappeared, and Su Yi's eyelids sank again, and he squinted half a slit weakly. , pay attention to the murderer in front of you.

In less than 10 minutes, a burst of fragrance sneaked in from the crack of the door, and the heavy eyelids seemed to be stimulated by the fragrance just now, and then the door was pushed open, and Mu Chen came in carefully protecting two bowls of steaming noodles. Their eyes suddenly lit up, and they rushed forward, like a wolf like a tiger, taking Mu Chen's face with both hands, and the eyes of the two of them fell directly on the bowl, for fear of accidentally ruining the beauty in front of them.

When he stabilized his face, Su Yi showed a row of small teeth, and looked at Mu Chen with happiness in his eyes. He really wanted to thank this bowl of charcoal in snow with his body. Accept Su Yi's tenderness.

The noodles in the bowl were soaked in the soup delicately, and the bright red chili fluffed with a light layer. When the mouth blew, it floated away delicately, revealing the green leaves with the white noodles. Su Yi leaned against the side of the bowl and took a sip. The warm currents of the eight meridians overflowed, and the spirit and soul were conquered, and I almost called out to my father with tears in my eyes.

"Wow, my God! It's so delicious!" Su Yi swallowed a big mouthful, his mouth was burning and he couldn't help sighing, "Wow, there's garlic and vinegar, Which restaurant's noodles are so delicious? By the way, is there a shop open so early?"

Mu Chen smiled without saying a word.

Poor Su Yi is so happy to get a bowl of noodles after a tiring day. The life of a policeman is day and night all year round, and he must have not adapted to it for a while.

Su Yi wolfed down the noodles in the bowl, raised his head and dried the bowl in one breath, staring at Mu Chen with fixed eyes, the eyes were damp from the heat, a little cloudy, Mu Chen was stared at by him. Dazed, he thought he still wanted to eat, and was about to pick some more noodles from his bowl for him, but Su Yi staggered away from the bowl, blinked, and asked weakly: "Did you cook it yourself?"

Mu Chen nodded indifferently, and said, "Yeah, it's not too late, the shops on the street are indeed not open yet, so I have to cook for myself."

Su Yi pouted, blinked twice, and said, "Brother Chen, cook for me often in the future, okay?"

Mu Chen looked at him, stunned for a moment, and then "haha" laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

Su Yi was a little embarrassed by his smile, she lowered her head in embarrassment, and looked away.

Mu Chen clicked his tongue, stretched out his hand to rub Su Yi's hair, and said, "I thought you were going to talk about something serious, that's all, okay, okay, I'll cook it for you every day."

Su Yi's eyes lit up: "Are you done?"

Mu Chen nodded: "Do you want to pull the hook?"

"Okay!" Su Yi stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and hooked his little finger. Mu Chen laughed again, stretched out his little finger, and hooked Su Yi's little finger: "If you hang yourself with the hook, you can't change it for 100 years." !"

Mu Chen smiled and said, "Do you still want to stamp it?"

Su Yi looked serious: "Okay!"

Mu Chen couldn't stop laughing: "Okay, okay, stamp!"

After finishing speaking, the two held out their thumbs again and pressed them together solemnly.

This time, Su Yi smiled with satisfaction, and Mu Chen burst into tears.