The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 416 - 246: Drowning Site?

"Do you think we should share this news with Wang Shantao, let her confess earlier and reveal the truth?"

Li Jian thought for a moment and said, "If other interrogation methods don’t make any breakthrough, maybe this information could shake her up. Then pay attention to observing the changes in her expressions and actions."

After getting Li Jian’s approval, Mr. Fu immediately said, "Mr. Li, let’s try going back in. If there is any progress, I’ll report to you right away."

"Alright, I’ll wait for your news."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Fu extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, crushing it hard with his foot.

He adjusted his collar, pushed open the door of the interrogation room, and went inside.

At this moment, Zhang in the interrogation room was already somewhat impatient.

He rested his head on one hand and weakly held a teacup with the other, sipping some tea and glancing at the vice captain.

Mr. Fu nodded slightly, indicating for him to continue, and said, "Let’s continue."

Zhang was a bit confused; he had packed up his notes, ready to leave.

Why did the captain suddenly say to continue?

He put down the teacup, his hand fumbling on the table, trying to regain the previous state.

Then, Mr. Fu pulled over a chair, sat down heavily, leaned forward, and stared intently at Wang Shantao, coldly saying, "Wang Shantao."

His gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing directly towards Wang Shantao.

Wang Shantao raised her head, her eyelids lifted slightly, her eyes empty, then she dropped her eyelids again.

After being detained for 15 hours straight, she was reaching the limit of her psychological endurance.

She looked utterly exhausted, her hair scattered messily on either side of her cheeks.

Mr. Fu then spoke again: "Do you know He Biao?"

His voice echoed in the silent interrogation room with some oppressive feel.

"I know him."

Wang Shantao replied weakly, her voice hoarse, lips dry and slightly parted.

"I’m telling you now, he’s dead."

Mr. Fu deliberately emphasized the word "dead," while leaning his body closer, staring fixedly at Wang Shantao’s face.

Upon hearing this, Wang Shantao suddenly raised her head, eyes wide, full of surprise, her mouth slightly open.

She seemed to want to say something but was momentarily at a loss for words.

Then, she blurted out, "What? Dead? How could it be..."

"I feel like your surprise is feigned."

Mr. Fu tore it down mercilessly, sitting upright, arms crossed, with a hint of sarcasm in his face.

Soon after, the expression on Wang Shantao’s face returned to calm, even with a hint of irony.

She slightly tilted her chin, sneered, "Nothing much, we were colleagues, worked together before."

"He’s dead, I’m not too concerned about it."

"If you two were accomplices, with him dead, wouldn’t you feel a great sense of relief?"

"At least, no one would rat out your crimes."

Mr. Fu’s gaze was cold, as if the surrounding air had dropped a few degrees.

However, opposite, Wang Shantao, listened without raising her head, just slightly staring at the vice captain.

She placed her hands on her knees, fingers lightly trembling unconsciously.

Mr. Fu added, "But you’re overthinking it. We found a diary in his room, detailing the process of committing murder."

"Do you think it matters whether you admit it now or not?"

He spoke while tapping the table with his fingers slowly and authoritatively.

Hearing this, Wang Shantao stared intently at Mr. Fu.

Long after, she suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the interrogation room, full of wildness. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She laughed, bending backward and forward, holding her stomach, almost bringing tears out from laughing.

"Joke, it’s really a joke, you’re trying to fool me again."

"Isn’t police work now either using violence or deceit?"

"How could there be a record of my murder acts."

"Unless he’s mentally ill, imagined the murder process, and included me."

Seeing Wang Shantao laugh so wildly, Mr. Fu slammed the table with a "bang."

His palm turned red from the slap, as he shouted, "Quiet down! This is the interrogation room, watch your behavior!"

"Watch my behavior?"

"I’ve been stuck here for nearly over a dozen hours, how can you expect me to stay calm?"

"Now you say He Biao is dead, but what does He Biao’s death have to do with me?"

"Should I care about this?"

"Moreover, you say there’s a will in He Biao’s house, accusing us of committing crimes together, may I ask where is this will?"

Wang Shantao wasn’t to be outdone, raising her voice to shout back.

She stood up, fists clenched, slightly trembling, her face reddened with anger.

Hearing this, Mr. Fu spoke in a deep tone, "As an important piece of evidence, the will cannot be shown to you casually."

"However, your crimes are clearly written in it."

"If you say nothing, I can entirely use that will to prosecute you."

Finally, Wang Shantao helplessly spread her hands.

She gently shook her head, with a hint of provocation, "Go ahead, if you think that will can bring me down, feel free to prosecute me as soon as possible."

"Of course, preferably within 24 hours."

"Otherwise, I might just walk away."

Her tone was full of disdain as her eyes swept disdainfully over Mr. Fu.

Hearing this, Zhang sitting beside had a face full of confusion.

He looked around, his gaze shifting back and forth between Mr. Fu and Wang Shantao several times.