My Super Black Technology Empire

The woman in front of her was very pitiful, but since she said that she went to the ground with her husband that day, it meant that she was lying.

Xu Bureau had already felt this point before.

There are too many poor people in this world, but the vast majority of poor people do not harm others, and they even feel that they are not poor people, they are just experiencing setbacks in life.

On the contrary, those guys who have caused people to do evil, shouting over and over again that they are pitiful people and how miserable they are, so they are the ones who hurt others when they have to.

A red light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and his fingers began to tap the table lightly. He was tired of it, and he didn't want to stay in this place anymore.

So for the matter here, he wants to get a result as soon as possible.

Since Bureau Xu is already helping to collect evidence of Zhao Laoliu's murder, he can simply speed up the progress.

Ye Fan turned on the recording function of the smart glasses, called out Tang Xue again, and played the recording on her mobile phone.

In an instant, Fang Fang's face was pale and her body was shaking. Obviously, she collapsed.

"Tell me, your husband, when did Zhao Lao Liu kill your son?" Ye Fan asked.

"He didn't kill, really didn't kill my son." Zhang Juan replied with red eyes.

Ye Fan and Tang Xue were also a little surprised at this time. At this time, the evidence is conclusive, but the other party still wants to maintain it?

In the recordings played obviously, they heard their father and son arguing, and finally a muffled sound ended here.

"I killed it." Zhang Juan suddenly said the answer, an answer that Ye Fan did not expect.

Ye Fan's fingers that tapped the table instantly stopped moving.

"Our old Zhao family can't be the last, it's fine if he doesn't live up to his expectations. He didn't let his father plant seeds, and even wrapped around his father's legs to prevent him from planting seeds. I was really angry at the time.

I'm angry, I can't give birth anymore, I really can't give birth, but I will only leave a sick seedling for the old Zhao family.

After I die, how can I have the face to see my parents-in-law... At that time, I was so angry that I took a rolling pin, and he dragged his father's legs to prevent him from leaving,

I just hit him on the head with a stick, hehe, the child just left without beating..." Zhang Juan said while sobbing.

The cigarette in Ye Fan's hand was almost burning to his fingers, but Ye Fan didn't realize it, his body leaned back slightly, and he remained in a sitting position, motionless.

The night wind blew, bringing a not-so-friendly coolness, adding a little loneliness to the surrounding area, and the cries of Yu Xiyue's parents faintly heard from a distance, making the atmosphere even more lonely.

Ye Fan suddenly felt a little funny, yes, it was funny, the outside world was far more exciting than this small mountain village, but it was richer than it.

Here, Ye Fan has seen too many other sides of human nature, such numbness, such indifference, that kind of reasoning, and that kind of unreasonable.

"Who killed that girl?" Ye Fan continued to ask.

At this point, he doesn't want to ask anymore. It's like an abscess. You keep squeezing it, and it keeps coming out with a steady stream of pus.

At first, you will be nauseated and nauseous, and it can stimulate your nerves, but over time, you will start to feel numb.

"I don't know." At this time, Zhang Juan also showed an embarrassed look. It was obvious that she was thinking about whether to make a full confession.

"She died in your house." Ye Fan asked, "Tell me, who killed it, such as Zhao Laoliu."

"It's not him, it's not him, he never kills people." Zhang Juan continued: "That night, after she was caught, she was... bought by someone."

The suppressed anger in Ye Fan's heart surged up again, he suppressed it again, and then waited for the other party's answer.

Ye Fan originally thought that this poor girl was strangled by Zhang Juan or her husband Zhao Laoliu that night after being caught. Ye Fan didn't know the reason, but he thought about it. , the two most likely.

However, the other party came up with a "bought", which means that this matter began to develop in another direction.

This poor girl, she must have gone through twists and turns before she died, and her death may not have been so easy.

"Who bought it." Ye Fan said coldly.

"The village chief's family, that is, Mr. Zhao." Zhang Juan replied.

"Why was the body found in your house?"

"They brought it back in the morning, and when they brought it back, the people were gone, and they were seen and photographed, and then the police came."

"Then what are you hiding?" Ye Fan's fingers continued to tap on the table. At this time, deep in his eyes, a faint red light kept flashing.

Logically speaking, buying and selling people from the hands of Wang Laojiu, a human trafficker, is already a crime in itself. This is an ironclad fact, but Zhao Laoliu, who is being interrogated, is like a stuffy gourd, what? Neither would say.

"The village chief's family gave 20,000 yuan. If they give up, the money will be gone, and the son is gone. We should keep some money." At this time, Zhang Juan's expression became a little unnatural.

In fact, Ye Fan still has a lot of puzzles, that is how Yu Xiyue came out, and why Zhao Laoliu didn't plant seeds by himself, but instead sold it, because his son's death made him change his mind , or is there another secret?

"The last question, why do you say that you don't know who killed her?"

Since the poor girl was resold again, and the village chief brought the body back the next morning, isn't it clear who the murderer is?

"Because...because the village chief has four sons, I don't know which son he bought it for..." Zhang Juan continued to cry.

.....

In the room, Zhao Laoliu, who was like a stuffy gourd, was still resisting the pressure. It must be said that his psychological defense line was indeed well constructed.

When Ye Fan walked in, Xu Ju already had a cup of tea in his hand and was drinking slowly.

At this time, Zhao Laoliu had a lot of cold sweat on his forehead. It seemed that this elite criminal investigator from the imperial capital put a lot of pressure on him, especially in this interrogation environment, which was slowly eroding his psychological defense.

Interrogation is like negotiation, and sometimes the momentum aspect really matters.

"Zhang Juan has recruited." Ye Fan said, when the other party was on the verge of collapse outside and was lying on the table crying.

"Oh?" Bureau Xu looked at Zhang Juan's interrogation just now, and then said, "There is nothing special about this information."

"It was she who killed their son with a rolling pin." Ye Fan almost looked at Zhao Laoliu and said, when the other party heard the words, a look of horror appeared on his face.

"Then, on the night the girl escaped, she sold the girl to the village chief for 20,000 yuan." Ye Fan continued.

"Mother Gua! You are melon! People are gone, and now we have no money, are you a melon! Ah!!" At this time, Zhao Laoliu shouted loudly, his voice hoarse.

After roaring for a long time, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, all his snot and tears kept flowing down, and he also collapsed.