I craned my neck to see what was written on the piece of paper, but I couldn't see anything.
"I have two documents here, one is the medical certificate you received when you entered the psychiatric hospital, and the other is about the evidence you gave us."
"I don't care if you have the documents you said in your hand, it has nothing to do with whether I killed someone or not, I want to see my friend, I want to hire a lawyer, you can't just arrest me until the matter is investigated, you can't treat me as a prisoner, I still have my own basic rights" The old policeman glanced down and looked at the younger policeman next to him.
The young policeman cautiously said to the old policeman: "In this case, then let Xiao An interrogate him, maybe he will be more willing to talk to Xiao An." ” The old cop hesitated and did not follow the advice of the younger officer.
The old policeman looked at me and repeated the previous question: "Where were you on the night of Lao Jiu's death?"
I was about to cry, and I said didn't I answer just now, I'm at the police station The old officer smiled slightly, as if I had stepped into his trap.
"You were at that construction site that night."
He said.
I reacted, and what the old policeman said was right, because when Lao Jiu died, it should be almost dawn, and at night, we were indeed at the construction site.
"Yes, we're on the construction site, why do you ask," I asked him.
He was even more smug, and I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with what I was saying.
"You just insisted that you were at the police station, and now you say that you are at the construction site, when Lao Jiu died, where were you?"
I thought about it, it was almost dawn when Lao Jiu died, and I also saw his soul, of course, it should just be some magical dream of mine, in short, I was at the police station when he died.
"I'm at the police station and I'm pretty sure I was at the police station when he died" I saw the young officer's body move forward, glancing at the old officer.
The old policeman stood up, he walked up to me, looked me in the eye and said, "The records show that you arrived at the police station at half past four in the morning to report the crime, and I vaguely asked you where you were that night, and you said that you were in the police station."
Because you know that Lao Jiu died after you arrived at the police station, that's why you say this in order to get rid of the crime in a hurry. ” "I'm telling the truth" "I started by asking where you were that night, and you assumed that I was talking about the early hours of the morning, and most people would also say that the early hours of the morning were night, thinking that as long as the sun was not out, it was the day before, so the question was why did you default to me talking about the early hours of the morning" I opened my mouth, not knowing how to explain it, the old policeman dug me a deep hole.
He continued: "After I reminded you, you still insisted that when Lao Jiu died, you were at the police station, which means that you clearly knew the time of Lao Jiu's death."
His eyes widened, and I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore as I looked at his stern, horrible expression.
"Yes, I know, because Officer An told me."
I replied.
"Yes" The old policeman asked rhetorically, "We have never announced the time of Lao Jiu's death, even if you heard about him, it is impossible to be so sure, I asked Officer An, and he didn't tell you the specific time, everything is known to you, but if it is the person you killed, of course you will know" I finally understood his intentions, and my body went limp, leaning back in my chair, and what else could I say now "Haha, hahaha," I smiled bitterly, "you guys, you just want to convict me, and then this case is over, right, there is no excuse for the crime you want to add, hmph, I have nothing more to say." ” I felt disappointment and, of course, despair.
Because it was obvious that they had already asked Officer An, but Officer An didn't greet me in advance, he just waited for me to be arrested, because even he wanted me to be the murderer of Lao Jiu There is no one to trust anymore.
"We didn't force you to be charged with anything, everything makes sense."
"Phew," I took a sip.
The old policeman said unhurriedly: "First of all, you have a motive for committing the crime, at that time you thought that the two truck drivers killed your girlfriend, you were full of hatred for them, you stayed at the police station, watched our police officers contact the two truck drivers, and after knowing their whereabouts, you left the police station, but you only found one of them, which is Lao Jiu."
"Because he went home after that thing that night, and the other truck driver went to return the car, and you thought it was easier for Lao Jiu, so you tricked Lao Jiu into the morgue, injected him with a very rare drug, poisoned him and then made it look like he was committing suicide, and then you went back to the police station.
Am I right?"
"No," I scrambled to my feet, trying to run in front of them, slapping the table and telling them that this was all, but my ankles were shackled to the legs of the chair and I couldn't walk.
"These are all stories you made up yourself, I've never killed anyone" "Okay."
The old policeman stood up, "Then how to explain the fingerprints on this?"
As he spoke, he took a clear evidence bag in his hand and shook it in front of my eyes, then picked up another piece of paper and turned it over, the words pointing at me.
"This document is the identification results of the evidence you provided to us, and the results show that the fingerprints left on the needle cap match your fingerprints, the needle cap and the needle match, and the liquid remaining in the needle is indeed the cause of Lao Jiu's death."
He exhaled and sat back in his chair, "Do you have anything else to say?"
I opened my mouth and couldn't take it all in.
"How is that possible?"
"yes, we were surprised when we received the evidence.
Why didn't the forensic doctor find the eye of the needle, but you know why the needle cap was dropped under the freezer in the morgue, you also know, you are not the murderer, am I?"
he yelled at me.
I shuddered and opened my mouth to defend myself.
The old policeman slapped the table and said to me, "Do you want to say that if you were the murderer, how would you still provide us with evidence?"
I nodded, "yes, wouldn't I be crazy if I killed someone and handed over the evidence with my fingerprints?"
The muscles on the old officer's face twitched, and his eyes grew more and more proud.
Suddenly, I realized what the problem was.
In fact, the old policeman's conclusion about my murder was basically based on speculation, because no one proved that I appeared in the morgue at that time, and even the needle cap with my fingerprints could not convict me, at least it still needs to be investigated.
But he had another document in his hand that would confirm all his assumptions.
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