My Super Black Technology Empire

After Yu Xiyue's parents came, the atmosphere at the scene was not only heavy, but also mixed with some sadness.

Ordinary crying, even wailing, is completely different from the heart-wrenching cry of losing a loved one.

The old woman kept calling out her daughter's name in front of the corpse, but she could no longer sit up and call her mother.

She almost fainted from crying, and even thought about hitting her head against a pillar beside her, trying to end her life, but was pulled by the police beside her.

The interrogation work present was still proceeding in an orderly manner, and the arrival of Yu Xiyue's parents only added a little weight to the already heavy atmosphere.

Ye Fan and President Li came to the living room of the village chief's house, sat behind a grid screen, and listened to the interrogation of Zhao Laoliu by Bureau Xu.

President Li originally wanted to chat with Ye Fan for a while, but now that this kind of incident has happened, no one will be in a good mood, and naturally there will not be too many words.

Tang Xue also stood by Ye Fan's side, dutifully acting as her bodyguard. After all, her father's order was to let her protect Ye Fan's safety.

At this time, Zhao Laoliu, an honest man who had always given people a dull image, has always maintained his own style when facing the interrogation.

How his son died, he said he didn't know, and explained that when he just came back from the field, he saw his son lying on the ground silent, so he thought his son died of illness.

Ye Fan was also sneering next to him. If the audio was played at this time, what kind of expression would Zhao Laoliu have at this time?

When Ye Fan first saw Zhao Laoliu, he was still in the mourning hall. He was sitting on a bench with his wife.

The painting style of the two people is like a faded black and white photo. If this photo is posted on the Internet, it will definitely arouse the sympathy of many Notre Dames.

They are so pitiful, let alone abducting and selling women, understandably, they look really pitiful.

However, now Ye Fan is more and more interesting. A dull and honest person who looks so real can say something like "You can't plant it, I'll plant it".

I don't know if the honest man's heart is so bad, or if he is used to putting on this dress for himself.

"You just said that when you came back from the field at noon,

Just saw your son die on the bed? ' Xu Bureau asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, according to the confessions of the villagers, it just rained that day. What did you do in the fields when it was raining? Also, did you ask other villagers to help you take care of your son's funeral at night?

So what are you doing this half day? "There is a stack of documents that has just been sorted out next to Bureau Xu. He just glanced at it, and some details are already prepared.

To be honest, he really is a professional criminal investigation person, and Ye Fan is still a lot worse than him. If the other party wants to hide it, even he Ye Fan can't do it, unless he uses simple and rude means.

"This..." At this time, Zhao Laoliu was also at a loss for words, and answered vaguely: "I can't remember clearly, I'm always confused."

"Okay, so don't you see where the wound on the back of your son's head is?"

"No." Zhao Laoliu shook his head again and said, "I didn't see it."

Bureau Xu also lit a cigarette. This is not the interrogation room of the police station, so it is natural to be more casual. At this time, Ye Fan looked at the subtle expressions on Bureau Xu's face, and Bureau Xu had already deduced that Zhao Laoliu was the murderer. .

An experienced criminal policeman is powerful here. Even if you are vague and wrangling with him, even if you are perfunctory, then he can still find the information he wants from simple to nutritious conversations.

This is the experience of the police, and it can also be regarded as the sixth sense of criminal investigation. After determining that there is a problem with this person and determining the target, then all the following investigation operations have a direction.

And more importantly, not only the death of Zhao Laoliu's son, but also the death of Yu Xiyue can be used as a breakthrough for this matter.

Looking for a needle in a haystack to find the murderer, as well as identifying a murderer and finding evidence to prove that he is the murderer, the workload and difficulty of the latter are obviously much lower than the former.

It's just that Bureau Xu has already identified Zhao Laoliu as the target, so Ye Fan felt that the evidence of Zhao Laoliu's murder was found, or that Zhao Laoliu couldn't bear the pressure of interrogation and took the initiative to explain, so it should only be a matter of time.

If the other party refuses to confess in death, then the recorded evidence in Ye Fan's hands can be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

The people present, including President Li, Tang Xue, Wang Fugui, Wu Qi and Cai Kun, were watching the actor Zhao Laoliu act.

Ye Fan came out with a cigarette, and when he was smoking outside, he happened to see Zhao Laoliu's wife sitting dumbly on the open-air chair on the oblique side. Her name was Zhang Juan.

This woman's face is full of traces of vicissitudes. She should be young, only about fifty years old, or even much younger.

After all, the women in the rural areas have children early, but they really look like they are in their 70s or 80s, their hair is gray, and their faces are full of wrinkles.

Her son had just died, and the girl the family had bought with significant savings also died, and now her man is also regarded as a key suspect by the police.

No, in Ye Fan's view, Zhao Laoliu is the murderer, whether it is manslaughter or intentional murder, he is a murderer, and since he has killed one, if he kills another, it seems not so difficult to understand.

The police had already made a transcript with her just now. Now the other party has gone back to the house to report the situation to the Xu Bureau, and Zhang Juan has not left, and she has not gone home. After all, there is no one at home now.

Ye Fan sat down on the chair and looked at each other coldly, there was a table across from Zhang Juan.

The other party smiled cautiously at Ye Fan. In her eyes, there was only fear and anxiety, but there was no such resentment. Is it too late to resent? Or is she really just a poor and tragic woman?

"The transcript is ready?" Ye Fan exhaled a smoke ring and looked at Zhang Juan.

"It's done, I've said everything that needs to be said, but my man really didn't kill anyone. How could he kill his own child?" The other party immediately burst into tears and replied.

"What were you doing that day?" Ye Fan asked.

"I went to the ground with my man that day." Zhang Juan replied.

Ye Fan was also slightly taken aback, this poor woman is still protecting her husband at this time? To defend her possibly the last remaining family?

But who can defend the poor girl, the poor parents whose parents wept to tears and blinded their eyes?

Ye Fan suddenly felt very tired. Everything in this village made him feel very uncomfortable. The people and things in it were like muddy water in the sewer, not only dirty, but also smelly.