Diary of a Criminal Investigator

Qin Yong added more fuel to the fire.

"The materials from Tianhe Audit Firm actually had backups from back then. Do you think the destroyed things really don’t exist anymore? Just because Wang Yajuan is dead, everything’s fine?"

If Song Junwu had been indifferent when talking about the death of the officer at Songbei Police Station and that video, his expression completely changed when Qin Yong mentioned the deaths of Wang Yajuan and Zhang Chi.

Because this matter had nothing to do with others, the deaths were entirely orchestrated and possibly executed by Song Junwu himself.

Because of this, Song Junwu’s ruthlessness was witnessed by Wang Fugui, who later made him the sixth figure in Songbei Mining Group.

"Captain Qin, we’re not children. If you say something, you need evidence. Without evidence, it’s slander."

The fact was that Song Junwu was not easy to deal with. Without concrete evidence in front of him, he wouldn’t speak a word.

But even if the case against Zhang Chi and Wang Yajuan could not be forced out, he couldn’t escape the case of the officer at Songbei Police Station.

Songbei Mining Group had its own defense attorneys.

Under full surveillance and supervision, Wang Fugui and Song Junwu met separately with lawyers.

A lawyer... not everyone can see them. There’s a price to pay for being allowed to meet, but that’s another story, let’s not get into it now.

"This is direct evidence. The prosecution can completely rely on this to indict, and if we don’t come up with more favorable evidence, like... having the real perpetrator confess, you are the masterminds behind the scenes."

"And even if someone confesses to the murder, you would still bear criminal responsibility."

Wang Mingshan didn’t die in vain; the evidence he recorded was enough to send Wang Fugui and Song Junwu to jail.

"Additionally, we still need to clarify why Wang Mingshan went missing back then, and how he ended up dead under the Lion Mountain Bridge after disappearing?"

Wang Fugui frowned, "What does that detective’s disappearance have to do with us? Is there direct evidence?"

The lawyer shook his head, "There’s no direct evidence linking you to Wang Mingshan’s death, but he discovered evidence of you plotting to kill the officer at Songbei Police Station, and he disappeared and died soon after finding it. Bone analysis showed signs of torture while alive, leading to the inference that he was silenced."

"In this country, such an inference requires sufficient evidence to refute it, and if we don’t have that..."

The lawyer’s meaning was clear: as things stood, Wang Fugui and Song Junwu couldn’t avoid jail time at all.

This meeting was the right of Wang Fugui and Song Junwu, and was also the result of someone making a call to provide them with care.

Song Jiangguo, Qin Yong, or whoever, calls were recorded and stored.

According to the higher-ups, the case against Wang Fugui was a big bait to see which vile characters would emerge to speak for him.

As expected, someone couldn’t sit still.

With Wang Fugui and Song Junwu already captured, there was no need to release any more smoke screens, and the officers from No. 94 Market and North Second Lane had already returned to their posts.

This case, from Ren Qiang’s car accident to now, actually didn’t span that long a time.

In just under a week, Wang Fugui and Song Junwu were captured.

Interrogation, in reality, is a psychological warfare process.

The stronger the mental endurance, the longer they can hold out; the weaker, the shorter.

After five days of continuous interrogation, Song Junwu couldn’t hold out any longer.

In the interrogation room, Song Junwu’s beard was unkempt, and his hair seemed to have turned half white overnight.

He looked spiritless, appearing a good ten years older.

Since Songbei Mining was taken over by Wang Fugui, Song Junwu had lived a pampered life; when had he ever suffered like this?

Five days without bathing, brushing teeth, or washing his face, Song Junwu felt he smelled rancid.

"Song Junwu, persisting like this won’t end well. Over there, Wang Fugui has already confessed, saying you orchestrated the entire plan alone."

Qin Yong waited patiently, knowing this interrogation was a test of endurance, and when the time was right, results naturally followed.

Throughout all of Qin Yong’s cases over the years, as long as two or more people were involved, there’s never been a case he couldn’t break during interrogation.

When one person commits a crime, as long as they don’t confess, they can be sure no one else knows. And when being interrogated, they can hold out for a long time, sometimes even without being able to extract confessions on old unsolved cases.

But whenever two people commit a crime together, no case remains unsolved during interrogation.

One can trust oneself but cannot completely trust others, especially when information is asymmetrical.

And when repeatedly being told that your accomplice has confessed, and all the blame is put on you, lasting three to five days is already remarkable.

Song Junwu did quite well, lasting five days, but by nighttime, he broke down.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"My brother-in-law wouldn’t betray me! He wouldn’t!"

Song Junwu’s hysteria was a sign of impending collapse; Qin Yong had seen such people many times before. The more agitated they were, the closer they were to breaking, and the smoother the subsequent interrogation would proceed.

Song Junwu was merely a fierce bandit who had killed or planned to kill several people. He had a certain ruthlessness, but it was directed more towards others than himself.

Back when they killed Wang Mingshan, they used violent means for coercion, not bothering with any psychological tactics.

Qin Yong used years of accumulated interrogation experience on him; it would be surprising if he lasted long.

"You know what kind of person Wang Fugui is better than I do. Do you think he’d betray you, or put all the blame on you? You know better than I do."

Qin Yong straightened up, "You’re his brother-in-law, but do you think Wang Fugui trusts you?"

Does he trust you?

Song Junwu calmed down slightly, thought for a moment, and knew for sure that there’s no trust.

Wang Fugui trusts no one.

To illustrate, none of them knew where Wang Fugui stayed each night.

Or rather, no one knew where Wang Fugui stayed. Songbei Mining Group opened a hotel in the city.

The hotel had 365 rooms, and Wang Fugui would randomly choose a room from these 365 to stay in each night.

Each evening, he’d put 365 room cards in a box, randomly select ten, and then blindly pick one from those. So no one knew exactly which room he stayed in.

For such a cautious person, how could he trust others?

Seeing Song Junwu’s eyes, Qin Yong knew Wang Fugui would never trust him.

"Song Junwu, you seem to not understand your current situation. Among the eight corpses beneath the Lion Mountain Bridge, Zhang Chi’s death and Wang Yajuan’s death were your doing. And now Wang Fugui is also pinning the deaths of Wang Mingshan and that officer on you."

Adding a bit more fuel to see how far Song Junwu can burn!