pjbooks Chapter 105 The Person Going to Work, The Zhang Family's Box
Chapter 105 The Person Going to Work, The Zhang Family's Box
"Let's go, I don't think we need to talk here anymore, come back to the station with us!" Dai Yan said, reaching his right hand towards his waist.
He Zhuang clearly knew what the other person was about to pull out, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, no, officer, I was just teasing him, who knew he was really stupid, he really doesn't blame me for this!"
The two police officers on duty were dumbfounded. They looked at Zhou Yang, who was standing silently to the side, and He Zhuang, who was desperately preparing his words.
No, this young man wasn't faking it. He really did come over and glance at the idiot, then looked at the crowd and identified the person behind it all. There was no confession or accusation throughout the whole process, and the matter was resolved.
Are criminal investigation teams this efficient and capable now?
Zhou Yang had no idea that he had single-handedly elevated the city's criminal investigation department to a higher level. He was still somewhat bewildered. At first, he had indeed been hoping to bluff his way in, but who knew that he would actually be right.
Coming to his senses, he looked at He Zhuang: "This afternoon, and now, you've deceived the police twice, deliberately misleading our investigation. You don't think you can just say 'it's not your fault' and let this matter go, do you?"
If he only had suspicions in the afternoon, Zhou Yang was now 100% certain that He Zhuang definitely knew something about Sun Yan that he hadn't revealed.
"Let's go back!" Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, Zhou Yang decisively called out to Dai Yan and turned to leave.
Dai Yan smacked his lips, took out handcuffs, and was about to put them on He Zhuang's wrists.
"No, no, no! Officer, officer, I'll talk, I'll talk, I won't go!" The moment He Zhuang's wrist touched that cold touch, his mind was instantly pulled back to reality.
According to He Zhuang, a friend of his had bought a high-quality audio system, but a family emergency occurred and they needed money urgently, so his family sold the system. Eventually, it ended up in Sun Yan's hands, and he just wanted to see if the equipment was still there.
"That's it?" Dai Yan looked at He Zhuang in surprise.
"That's it!" He Zhuang nodded.
"I think we should take it with us!" Dai Yan felt his intelligence had been insulted.
"Wait, wait, officer!" He Zhuang cried out urgently, "That's a visually striking, luxurious, and multifunctional all-in-one speaker system. The market price is around 40,000, and even smuggled ones from the port would cost nearly 20,000!"
How many?
The two police officers were also shocked. When the average monthly salary is less than 400 yuan, you're saying that a set of gadgets that can make sounds is worth nearly 10 years' salary?
He Zhuang knew that if he didn't explain himself clearly today, he would most likely be severely punished.
"A Kenwood product made in Japan, featuring a dual cassette recorder, multi-disc CD changer, digital tuning radio, spectrum analyzer, and even an LD player..."
Putting everything else aside, just this recording function alone supports Dolby noise reduction and automatic level control to avoid background noise or distortion caused by excessive volume....
Seeing the other person's eyes light up as they discussed the machine, Dai Yan had no choice but to interrupt: "So, you mean you're after this equipment and want to steal it?"
"How can you say it's theft!" He Zhuang's face turned serious: "I was planning to buy it. But I couldn't find Brother Sun Yan, so I was afraid he had sold it to someone else. I just wanted to confirm, that's all."
"It's a second-hand item, it's already changed hands several times, how much is it worth?" Zhou Yang muttered from the side.
"You're wrong, officer. When it comes to solving cases and finding criminals, I may not be as good as you, but when it comes to machines, you're no match!" He Zhuang smiled modestly: "Putting everything else aside, even this machine, even if it's secondhand and shows obvious signs of use, can still sell for 6000 yuan."
Even assuming the origin is dubious, there are plenty of buyers; selling it for 4,000-5,000 is a piece of cake!
Zhou Yang nodded: "I've learned something. So, may I ask, are you planning to use 4000 yuan to buy this stereo system from Sun Yan's wife?"
He Zhuang: "..."
"So, you want to buy it, but you don't have the money, so you ask this kid to take a look for you. If it's available, what do you want?" Dai Yan secretly gave Zhou Yang a thumbs up; every word he said was a trap.
"I...I didn't mean for her to keep it for me, I was going to raise the money." He Zhuang's voice trailed off.
......
"By the way, you said that person is your friend!" In the car, Dai Yan looked at He Zhuang through the rearview mirror.
"How could it not be? We grew up together, a friendship of over twenty years!" He Zhuang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on when he heard Dai Yan's question. He was so agitated that he was even more excited than when he was being forced into the car earlier.
"I know what you're thinking!" He Zhuang slumped back in his seat, utterly dejected. "You think I'm deliberately trying to make an accusation, but it's really not. I was quite envious of him at first; he was practically a winner in life—good-looking and with a high salary. But not anymore... not at all..."
He was so full of life back then, and now he's just a handful of dust, leaving his mentally ill father with no one to care for him. When the incident first happened, relatives all came to the door, but weren't they all just there to get a share of the spoils? Actually, I've finally realized that the most important thing is to be alive!
He Zhuang looked up at the two people in front of him. One was driving with his eyes straight ahead, while the other was leaning to one side, pretending to be asleep. He lost interest in talking for a moment.
A long silence fell over the car.
Perhaps three minutes had passed, or perhaps ten minutes.
"Where does your friend live?" Zhou Yang suddenly remembered something.
"Like me, we both live in the south of the city!" Hearing He Zhuang's answer, Zhou Yang smiled self-deprecatingly. That's the problem with police officers; they can connect everything together.
Just now, the image of the woman named Lü Cuicui that he had met while jogging suddenly popped into his mind. According to her, an old man with mental problems had recently moved into the apartment across the hall.
"However, pressured by his relatives, the old man went back to his old house, which is probably an older neighborhood in Hong Kong!"
He Zhuang's next words made Zhou Yang frown. Could it be?
How could I possibly encounter something with such a small probability?
"What happened to your friend?" Zhou Yang quickly composed himself and asked casually.
"They said he jumped off a building!" He Zhuang scoffed.
The other person's words successfully caught Dai Yan's attention: "What do you mean by saying it was a suicide attempt? Who said that? Was it your family?"
"How could this be?" He Zhuang exclaimed in surprise, "The old man couldn't handle any shocks, that's why his old habit flared up. The company said he jumped off a building, but he had already jumped when they found him."
"Perhaps the elderly person can't accept it, after all, it's like losing a son in old age!" Dai Yan sighed.
He Zhuang nodded in agreement, saying, "That's true. No one can stand it. You're a living, breathing person when you go to work in the morning, but when you come back at night, you've turned into a box."
Just as Zhou Yang was starting to feel that something wasn't quite right, Dai Yan spoke up: "What do you mean, a box?"
"It means exactly what it says!" He Zhuang said, "If a person is smashed to pieces, the company will cremate them humanely; if they come home, all that's left is a box!"