pjbooks Chapter 42 Re-interrogation
Chapter 42 Re-interrogation
Pengcheng City Public Security Bureau, Branch Captain's Office.
Wu Feilin brought Gu Huai back to explain the principles of formaldehyde to Wang Weiguo.
After listening to the entire investigation process, Wang Weiguo looked at Gu Huai with admiration, "Ah Huai, you did a good job. You have a good nose."
"It's all thanks to Captain Wu's leadership. If it weren't for Captain Wu's help in making the contact, we would still be waiting at Luo Zhenbang's house right now," Gu Huai replied modestly, not taking credit for it.
Wang Weiguo understood the meaning behind Gu Huai's words and added to Wu Feilin, "Old Wu did a good job too."
Only then did Wu Feilin speak up: "Chief Wang, I suggest extending Luo Zhenbang's detention period."
Wang Weiguo shook his head. "It's not enough. Although this evidence is a major breakthrough, it's not enough to prove Luo Zhenbang's suspicion."
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Here's what we'll do: you two go and interrogate Luo Zhenbang first, and I'll go find the legal department. Let's try a two-pronged approach and see if it works."
"clear."
Fifteen minutes later.
When the interrogation room door was pushed open, Luo Zhenbang was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.
Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and looked at the two people who came in with great interest.
Wu Feilin took the presiding judge's seat, while Gu Huai picked up a pen and sat down to take notes.
"Luo Zhenbang!" Wu Feilin shouted first, "Don't you have anything to say to us?"
In Luo Zhenbang's view, Wu Feilin's performance was clearly a show of bravado masking inner weakness.
In his view, the police couldn't possibly find anything crucial in just three hours.
So he shrugged slightly. "Officer, before you let me speak, shouldn't you ask me something? Otherwise, I really don't know what to say."
Seeing that Luo Zhenbang seemed indifferent, Wu Feilin picked up the test report and slammed it on the table, catching him off guard. "We found formaldehyde in your rented room, at a concentration more than ten times the normal level."
Explain yourself: why would a taxi driver like you keep so much formaldehyde at home?
The sudden change in rhythm made Luo Zhenbang's eyes flicker.
He clearly hadn't realized that Wu Feilin would suddenly say these things.
However, he quickly recovered, "What formaldehyde? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't know?" Wu Feilin sneered, "I think you won't give up until you're completely convinced. Xiao Gu, read the test report to him."
"Hmm." Gu Huai picked up the report and began reading aloud, "Testing revealed that the formaldehyde concentration in the wardrobe of room 404 in the Yunshu Village public rental housing complex was 1.5 milligrams per cubic meter, nearly 20 times the normal value..."
"So what?" Luo Zhenbang raised his head. "The landlord rented it to other people before. Who knows what those people did in there before?"
Wu Feilin didn't respond directly, but instead looked at Gu Huai.
Gu Huai understands these kinds of professional matters better.
Gu Huai didn't show any weakness or do any unnecessary thinking before answering directly: "Indeed, the house was rented to someone before, but that was more than a year ago... But let me tell you something, formaldehyde doesn't stay in the air for that long."
Luo Zhenbang remained silent.
Gu Huai clearly wouldn't give him time to think about how to respond, and directly said, "Are you trying to say that there is also formaldehyde in the decoration materials, and the excessive levels are due to the decoration?"
"Yes!" Luo Zhenbang, desperate for a solution, said, "It was left over from the renovation."
Seeing Luo Zhenbang's anxious expression, Gu Huai smiled.
[Luo Zhenbang reacted quickly, knowing how to take advantage of the situation, but unfortunately, he has already fallen into his own linguistic trap.]
Wu Feilin, who was standing to the side, also laughed, but his laughter was very cold. He understood what Gu Huai meant and decisively interjected, "This house has been under construction for more than two years. The decoration materials have long been scattered. Luo Zhenbang, your excuse is terrible."
Luo Zhenbang fell silent again.
Gu Huai knew that he was thinking of another excuse.
People like him will never admit defeat easily; they will seize every opportunity to make excuses.
The reason he was able to commit crimes in Guangzhou for so many years without being caught was because of his composure and resourcefulness.
Of course, the conversation had a significant impact on Luo Zhenbang, who was now vigorously rubbing his right hand with his left.
This is a sign of nervousness.
Therefore, Gu Huai decided to strike while the iron was hot, "Master Luo, your son told me that you talked to your wife on the phone a few days ago. How come you didn't mention this before?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhenbang visibly tensed up.
Wu Feilin noticed his reaction.
Wu Feilin gave Gu Huai a wink, signaling him to continue.
After receiving the instructions, Gu Huai stood up, walked up to Luo Zhenbang, and looked down at him. "You brought her up earlier to try and steer the investigation in that direction, right?"
"I....."
"Don't be so quick to deny it," Gu Huai interrupted him, raising his hand. "Let me guess, why did you do this?"
He squatted down in front of Luo Zhenbang, looking him in the eye.
"You are the Rain Night Butcher. You committed all those cases in Guangzhou. You also killed Zhang Zhenhua. You were afraid of being discovered, so you moved all the bottles and jars from your room and set fire to Zhang Zhenhua's house."
Luo Zhenbang's lips twitched, revealing a disdainful smile.
"You know this is all just a stopgap measure. We'll find your things soon, so you brought up your wife and deliberately drew our attention there. When the time is right, you'll give her your wife's phone number in Hong Kong so she can clear your name."
"She wouldn't be that kind." Luo Zhenbang's mouth moved slightly.
"Of course she would," Gu Huai said. "Because we have no way of knowing if the person on the other end of the phone is really your wife. You could just hire someone in Hong Kong to impersonate her, and her job would just be to answer the phone every few months."
Gu Huai paused for a moment, trying to find a flaw in his expression.
However, to his disappointment, Luo Zhenbang did not react at all when he said these words.
[Could I have guessed wrong? Did Luo Zhenbang really not kill his wife?]
However, now is not the time to dwell on these things, so Gu Huai continued on the topic.
"But you didn't expect that we could find out by smell that your house had been storing formaldehyde."
Luo Zhenbang's breathing became noticeably rapid.
It wasn't fear, it was anger.
"You're framing me." His voice finally cracked. "I've never touched any formaldehyde."
"Then how do you explain the test results?"
"I don't care about the test results," Luo Zhenbang practically roared. "Does that mean you police can just throw dirty water on people? I want to see a lawyer!"
"You can't see a lawyer right now," Wu Feilin said coldly. "This is still the summons stage, not formal detention."
Luo Zhenbang's chest heaved violently.
Gu Huai stood up and looked down at him.
He knew very well that Luo Zhenbang's psychological defenses had begun to crumble.
But that was clearly not enough; he needed a heavier hammer to break through his defenses.
"You didn't throw away those 'collectibles,' did you? After all, you like him so much, and you share a bed with him every day."
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhenbang paused for half a second.
He forced himself to remain calm and said stiffly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Let me guess, where did you hide all those things?" Seeing that there was a chance, Gu Huai boldly guessed, thinking that he might as well try his luck.
"According to your plan, you would definitely run away with your son after leaving the police station. As for where you would run to, it would definitely be Hong Kong. As for the means of transportation..."
As Gu Huai spoke, he observed Luo Zhenbang's expression.
His expression gradually worsened, and when Gu Huai mentioned transportation, his eyes widened.
Gu Huai knew he had guessed correctly.
"Those things are too conspicuous, so you don't dare to take the proper route. You must be preparing to drive a big car, right? With your income, renting a big car shouldn't be a problem."
"Am I right, Rain Night Butcher?"