The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 488 - 280: The More You Lack, the More You Want to Show Off
Seeing Li Jian suddenly become thunderous with rage, he slammed the table hard, causing papers to rustle loudly. Opposite him, Li Lei seemed stunned by the sudden force.
Then, Mr. Fu stood up and walked over, tossing the photos of the four deceased onto the table in front of him.
"Think carefully about whether you recognize these women."
Although they were women, one of the photos was of White Bone.
Quickly, Li Lei lowered his eyelids, scanned the photos with the corner of his eye, and absentmindedly rubbed the edge of the table with his fingers.
"I don’t know them."
Unwilling to give up, Mr. Fu leaned forward and pressed on, the distance between them close enough to feel each other’s breath.
Li Lei irritably scratched his head, his head shaking back and forth uncontrollably like a rattle drum, his earrings swinging erratically under the light.
"I advise you to remember carefully!"
As he spoke, the veins on his temple throbbed with intensity, his finger joints cracking loudly.
Li Lei was pushed back by the pressure, his back against the chair, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he said, "Officer, this is White Bone."
Li Jian sternly replied, "Of course it’s White Bone, because she is already dead."
Li Lei repeatedly rubbed the edges of the photo, his voice trembling, "Dead? How did she die?"
Mr. Fu suddenly snatched up the photo and flung it aside, the paper making a piercing sound through the air.
"Don’t tell me you don’t know!"
"I really don’t know!"
"Officer, please investigate carefully!"
Li Lei continued, "I admit I’m a womanizer, always looking for new conquests."
"But I never thought of killing anyone."
"The key is, I really don’t know these four deceased women."
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Seeing Li Lei’s anxious, earnest explanation, Li Jian and Mr. Fu exchanged glances.
After observing intently, Li Jian gently rubbed his chin, while Mr. Fu crossed his arms, frowning deeply.
Both had extensive interrogation experience, and saw no signs of deceit in his behavior.
To be precise, Li Lei appeared honest, showing no cunning expressions.
This left both officers stumped.
Five minutes later, Li Jian leaned heavily back into his chair, pinching his sore brow.
"You are a suspect in this case; we can detain you for 24 hours."
"Think it over. If anything new comes up, report to us promptly."
Li Lei immediately sat upright, placing his joined hands on the table, his eyes full of pleading: "No problem, I’ll definitely report if there’s anything new."
"I truly don’t know these four victims."
"Right now, I just want to call home for peace of mind. Is that okay?"
"Peace of mind? What peace?"
"You haven’t been cleared yet, you might still be a suspect." Mr. Fu crossed his arms, his tone loaded with doubt.
Li Lei leaned forward urgently, almost knocking over a water cup on the table: "I’m really not the one."
Seeing his pleading expression, Li Jian finally relented.
He coughed lightly, averting his eyes: "Okay, no problem, I’ll inform your wife."
"Thank you!"
"My child was born not long ago, and we struggled to have a kid. I hope this won’t affect my child. I still want to be a good father."
Hearing this touching plea, Li Jian and Mr. Fu exchanged glances.
Li Jian rubbed his chin, and Mr. Fu frowned slightly.
Their instincts told them this person didn’t seem to be the killer, appearing more like a loving father.
Perhaps after suffering many setbacks, he finally found happiness and had a son.
Next, they moved to interrogation room number two, using the same method and questions, but made no progress.
Chen Xiao, with legs crossed, leaned back in the chair, arms behind his head, a look of impatience on his face.
No matter how Li Jian and Mr. Fu questioned him, he just idly swung the chair, repeating one line.
"If you have no evidence, don’t waste my time. Let me go."
When they exited interrogation room number two, it was already eight in the morning.
Li Jian hung his head, hands in his pockets, dragging his feet.
Mr. Fu continuously rubbed his temples, his brow furrowed.
Seeing their dejected demeanor, Mr. Ma stepped forward, firmly patting their shoulders: "Don’t lose heart, give it your all with the third one."
While Li Jian and Mr. Fu were interrogating, others had been observing closely from outside the room.
Jiang An was pressed against the one-way mirror, his nose almost touching it, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the interrogation room’s every move.
Zhang Yean, arms crossed, paced nonstop in the corridor, her heels tapping an anxious rhythm.
Wang, meanwhile, took notes rapidly, recording each person’s gestures and expressions.
At this moment, standing next to Jiang was Mr. Ma, who was equally baffled.
After all, he had been scrutinizing each person’s micro-expressions throughout the first two interrogations.
A person might lie with words, fake expressions, but micro-expressions are hard to disguise.
After thinking for a while, Jiang turned to the officer beside him.
"Mr. Li, when you went to apprehend him, was there really a child in the house?"
Mr. Li nodded: "Yes!"
"At the time, he was in bed with his wife and child when we took him away."
"We were all quite surprised back then."
"Because it was a major case, we broke in directly, unlike usual knocking."
"As his wife, terrified, tightly shielded the child, the child wailed, and the wife was pale, trembling all over."
