Chapter 134 Suspect

In the interrogation room of the Jiangdong Branch of Yuncheng Public Security Bureau, police officer Zheng Yong sat at the table, holding the almost broken case record book in his hand, staring at the entrance of the door, and pressing his forehead with the other hand.

For this strange case that the mayor personally ordered to investigate, the desperate Sanlang of the Yuncheng police has not slept for a day for three weeks. His sharp eyes are covered with red blood, and his rough square face is full of black beard scum, which is integrated with the hard hair, showing a touch of unruly boldness. .

At this time, it was already 7 p.m., and Officer Zheng, who hadn't enjoyed dinner, was a little impatient. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement at the door, so he whispered, "Mom, why didn't that boy come!"

The record book pinched in the palm of his hand was thrown on the table. As soon as he took out a cigarette from his pocket, he saw that the door was thrown open heavily. Several new colleagues surrounded the important fat suspect in the middle and squeezed into the room together.

"Mr. Wang is well!" Zheng Yong immediately put away the cigarette at his fingertips and stood up from the cold stool. He always smiled exaggeratedly and said politely, "It's not easy for you to come here. Look, it's past 7 o'clock. I'm hungry and waiting for you to come!"

Wang Xian pouted and looked unhappy. He sat down straight on the wooden stool opposite him and said bluntly, "Officer Zheng's work attitude of forgetting to eat and sleep is indeed admired by Wang. However, what is the reason why you attracted me in a hurry?"

"It's just a routine investigation. Just think of it as a favor." Zheng Yong held his waist and was extremely kind. At this time, he slowly sat down in the original position, slowly opened the record book in front of him, and then lazily raised his hand to signal the rest of the room to go out.

When there were only two people left in the room, he touched his jaw leisurely, looked at Wang Xian thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wang, I won't beat around the bush. Well, I'm still waiting to ask quickly and take a few little brothers to dinner. Let's make a quick decision. Well, can you tell me where you are in the last ten minutes of the performance on the night of the closing ceremony of the Chunhua Theatre?

"Why is this problem again? Didn't I tell you a long time ago? At that time, I happened to finish the inspection and returned to the office." Wang Xian replied impatiently. His bloated stomach was very uncomfortable because it touched the edge of the table. He couldn't help moving his fat buttocks, moving the stool back inch by inch, and then making an unharmonious squeak.

"So, when there is an accident on the stage, that is, when the theater's stunt equipment suddenly breaks down, are you in the office?"

"Yes."

"So how did you learn the news later?"

"Oh, it was Sun Wenting who came to report to me that there was a sudden power outage in the monitoring room. I was shocked at that time and immediately followed her to the power distribution room for inspection."

"Have you ever been to the power distribution room during the inspection before?"

"No."

"How long does it take to walk from your office to the distribution room?"

Wang Xian held the heavy frame, turned his eyes around the dark ceiling, and then said with certainty, "Well, about two minutes."

"Two minutes, OK." Zheng Yong wrote down the data in Wang Xian's mouth with satisfaction, and asked kindly with a smile for the last time, "Mr. Wang, are you really sure that you haven't been to the power distribution room before the accident?"

Wang Xian's scalp was numbed by Zheng Yong's exaggerated smile. He inexplicably shrank and said affirmatively, "No."

"Okay," Zheng Yong suddenly raised his hand and snapped his finger behind his back. After a while, a video screen appeared on the projector in front of Wang Xian. On the screen, a bloated and fat body was coming out of the distribution room. The display time was 7:40 p.m. that night, which happened to be the time of the accident, and the person in the picture The physical characteristics are so obvious that Wang Xian himself at a glance.

Zheng Yong silently looked at Wang Xian, who had a slightly changed look. The original amiable tone was fine-tuned into a plain question: "Mr. Wang, you are probably a nobleman who forgets things. He thought that cutting off the power supply in the monitoring room can destroy all the evidence. As the deputy manager of the theater, don't you know that the circuit in the corridor is two lines from the monitoring room?

Wang Xian, who was originally red, suddenly turned pale. After a moment of hesitation, he stammered and said, "It's impossible. I clearly investigated it clearly. I cut it off first... How could it be..."

"So, you admit it!" Zheng Yong leaned his body on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and a pair of sharp eyes covered with red blood stared at him.

After a moment of silence, Fang's thick lips slowly spit out a sentence: "Since the evidence has been caught by you, I have nothing to say!"

"Okay, Mr. Wang really has backbone." Zheng Yong looked at the crisp red radish-like old man in front of him. In an instant, he was peeled off a layer of skin. At this moment, he revealed the fatness of the white flowers inside and was secretly happy in his heart. Before that, he had paid a great price to make this video edited by high-end professionals finally pry open Wang Xian's mouth. He invited you into the urn. The method is really effective.

At this moment, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Xian, who was secretly meditating, with an awe-inspiring expression. He asked coldly, "So, did you instruct Ying Shengli to manipulate special stunts and deliberately speed up the fall, causing Bai Shu'an and Du Ruomin to fall from the air and be seriously injured?"

"Do you think I have that ability?" Wang Xian talked back angrily.

"You just need to answer me or not." Officer Zheng, who had always been pleasant, suddenly became fierce.

"Of course, it's not." Wang Xian curled his lips, and his original righteous spirit gradually faded away.

Zheng Yong suddenly put down his raised legs and leaned forward. He fixedly looked at Wang Xian's white face. A cold light flashed on his dark face, and his voice was as sharp as Wang Xian's point: "Do you know, just now, an hour before you came in, Ying Shengli sat in your position. He told me, The messenger behind the scenes is actually you!"

"He, don't fuck fart..." Wang Xian suddenly jumped like thunder, and his fat body stood up, stared at his red eyes, and cursed endlessly, "Ying Shengli, this turtle bastard, he didn't have the courage to tell the truth, so he put the blame on me... I was a small accomplice at most, or It's that God-kill..."

The voice suddenly stopped, and only the last breath could force him to show his original shape. Zheng Yong's heart in his throat inevitably fell again and took a breath. Suddenly, he seemed to condense all his strength and roared like an explosion, "You are the son of a bitch, for others. After carrying the blame, I didn't dare to say a word. I'm embarrassed to yell at me... Don't pretend to me. Tell me quickly, is it the foundation left by you? I can't stand it, so I'm jealous and hateful. I'm framed, say!"

"Your grandma, don't be bloody... If it hadn't been for the bad idea of Fu Xiaoya, who killed thousands of knives, I would have to stand here and talk to you..."

The two people who looked at each other angrily and cursed loudly calmed down in an moment, with one dumb as a chicken, and the other with a smile on the corners of their lips.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Wang, since you have said everything, let's just be straightforward. Let's talk about your plan with Fu Xiaoya carefully and clearly."

Wang Xian, who was still roaring just now, suddenly sat on a weak wooden stool and made a harsh sound... There was a cold sweat, and his trembling back was soaked...