The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 489 - 280: The More You Lack, the More You Want to Show Off
"Oh, I see."
Jiang An turned around twice with his hands behind his back and suddenly stopped, jabbing his finger hard on the glass.
Zhang Yean and Wan leaned in, whispering, "It seems like he really is a good father!"
"Sigh, maybe we really caught the wrong person."
At this moment, the three directors standing nearby were also shaking their heads repeatedly.
To be precise, this case had been one twist after another during the investigation.
From initially identifying suspects to eventually narrowing it down to three people, the key was that the first two interrogations yielded nothing.
At this moment, in Interrogation Room No. 3, Li Jian and Mr. Fu walked in.
When Li Jian pushed the door, he did so with too much force, causing the metal door to clang loudly.
After the failure of the previous two interrogations, the two men held higher hopes for the third person.
As soon as they entered, Li Jian kicked the chair next to him with a loud "thud," launching into an aggressive interrogation.
"We are officers from the Criminal Investigation Brigade!"
"When we ask you questions now, you must answer truthfully."
"If you don’t answer truthfully, responsibility will be added."
Li Jian leaned forward, pressing his hands on the table, looming over the other person.
The man looked up, expressionless, nodding slightly, but his fingers were nervously picking at the frayed line on his pants.
Then, Li Jian began asking for his name, address, and other details.
Every time he asked a question, he would slam the table heavily, startling the man.
"Do you know why we brought you back today?"
Li Jian suddenly shouted, making the man almost jump out of his chair.
"I don’t know!"
"I was sleeping at home when you took me away."
The man huddled his shoulders, tightly hugging his arms, as if that could give him some sense of security.
"Okay then, I have four photos for you to look at and see if you recognize anyone."
Then Mr. Fu stood up and flicked the photos in front of the man, the photos sliding across the table almost falling to the ground.
The man’s hand trembled as he picked up the photos, examining them closely, then suddenly pointed to one.
"This deceased person looks a lot like my ex-girlfriend."
Upon hearing this, Li Jian and Mr. Fu lunged forward simultaneously.
Suddenly, Li Jian’s knee hit the corner of the table heavily, sending a jolt of pain.
"Explain in detail."
"Just a little similar!" The man hastily pushed the photo back, recoiling his body until the chairback hit the wall.
"Then do you know why I brought you here?"
Li Jian’s voice suddenly turned ice-cold.
"I don’t know!"
As the man uttered "I don’t know," he withdrew his legs sharply, curling up almost into a ball.
Li Jian picked up on this obvious defensive, lying posture.
Subsequently, Li Jian slammed the table with a "bang," causing the cup on the table to crash to the ground, spilling tea over the documents.
"Stop pretending here!"
The man was so frightened he stood up with a "whoosh," the chair tipping over backward with a loud crash.
He stammered, "I’ll say! I’ll say!"
Hearing those four words, not only Li Jian and Mr. Fu were surprised, but even those standing outside the one-way glass of the interrogation room were shocked.
Mr. Ma instinctively took a few steps forward, his nose almost touching the glass.
The three directors whispered among themselves, fingers gesturing constantly; the officers craned their necks, afraid to miss any detail.
"Why does this guy look so cowardly?"
Mr. Ma frowned so tightly it could catch flies, and the officers nearby whispered softly.
"Could it be this guy is behind the serial murders?"
"He gets so scared with just a slap, doesn’t seem right?"
Sure enough, inside the interrogation room, Li Jian was ready to capitalize on the momentum.
"Don’t let anything slip by."
The man shakily clutched at the hem of his clothes, eyes avoiding contact: "Three years ago, I stole one electric bike, a year ago I stole two motorbikes, and last month I stole three racing bikes."
"Theft? Dammit!"
Li Jian slumped back into his chair, covering his face with his hands, a helpless sigh escaping through his fingers.
Mr. Fu grabbed a cup and took a deep gulp, only to find there was no water left, angrily slamming the cup down on the table.
You could say they had no results!
They did catch a suspicious person.
But to say it helped the case in any way, it was absolutely no help!
A murder case and a theft case are not the same, are they?
Moreover, the man’s performance in front of them left Li Jian very surprised.
A gentle tap was enough to make him confess his crimes, how could his psychological resilience match that of a serial killer suspect?
Impossible!
At least not in Li Jian and Mr. Fu’s experience, having handled several serial murder cases, there has never been anyone as cowardly as him. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
The perpetrators in those cases were absolutely unflappable, the entire process flawless.
Too weak!
Too weak!
"Feels like it doesn’t match with the serial murder cases, if he’s the killer, it would be like a spirit possession."
Li Jian sank into the back of the chair, legs spread wide open, completely ignoring the surveillance camera.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, shakily drawing two out, offering one to Mr. Fu, while keeping one himself, lighting it with a fierce snap of a lighter.
Amidst the curling smoke, his eyes were filled with exhaustion and confusion.
For men in the Criminal Investigation Brigade, cigarettes sometimes are the best medicine.
After taking a few drags, Li Jian flicked the ash off the cigarette.
He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Besides theft, did you do anything else?"
The man wiped the sweat off his forehead, stammering, "There’s one more thing, I went to a foot massage shop last month."
"Anything else?"
Li Jian asked with no patience.
"No, absolutely no more."
The man frantically shook his head, leaning forward, waving his hands frantically as if eager to prove himself.
At this moment, Mr. Fu turned his head towards Li Jian, the two exchanged a look and sighed simultaneously.
Li Jian nodded slightly, "Leave it to the Criminal Investigation team’s case investigation department."
Subsequently, the screeching sound of a chair dragging on the floor echoed from Interrogation Room No. 3.
Shortly after, the two of them walked out of the interrogation room.
At this time, outside the interrogation room already stood the three directors and Mr. Ma.
Their expressions remained solemn.
This interrogation had given them hope only for that hope to be dashed.
Li Jian walked out, spreading his hands with a wry smile, "Really sorry, it seems all three people made no progress."
Mr. Ma raised his hand and patted Li Jian’s shoulder, the pressure from his palm conveyed some comfort.
"We all saw it earlier, you worked hard."
"Let’s continue discussing the next step."
"I’ve always believed that solving any case, especially one as challenging as this, is never smooth sailing. We need to be mentally prepared."
Li Jian and Mr. Fu nodded gently.
Being anxious now would not help.
The only way forward might be to find another approach.
Suddenly, Mr. Zhang spoke with a serious expression, "Earlier, watching the interrogation process, although the three people’s reactions differed, none gave many clues."
"Other than the third person admitting to theft and visiting a foot massage shop, we gleaned little."
"Neither the first nor the second suspect showed any flaws."
Mr. Fu and Li Jian both nodded repeatedly.
"Indeed, when the two of us were in the interrogation room earlier, we were perplexed, particularly by the first one, who seemed to have a happy and complete family."
Right at this moment, Jiang An suddenly stepped forward, tightly clenching his fists, knuckles turning white, "No, something’s off."
"What’s off?"
Instantly, everyone’s attention focused on Jiang An.
Jiang An paced back and forth, his shoes tracing quick arcs on the floor, suddenly stopping, pointing forcefully towards Interrogation Room No. 1.
"I’ve always believed that the more something is lacking, the more one wants to show it off, which also means it is what’s being concealed."
"Oh, why does that sound so familiar?"
Wan stepped forward, scratching his head and muttered, "Could it be like those on social media, some people flaunt wealth because they’re actually broke, flaunt beauty because they’re not good looking?"
"Exactly! That’s the logic."
Jiang An nodded, his gaze turning sharp, "What I mean is, the person in Interrogation Room No. 1..."
