Diary of a Criminal Investigator

Chen Mo recorded audio and video each time he killed, leaving evidence.

"All the evidence is under a loose brick under my bed at home."

"You can find it if you send someone there, and all the recordings of Song Junwu and Wang Fugui instructing me to kill are in there."

Obviously, although Old Mo was Wang Fugui’s confidant, this guy also left a trail when committing crimes.

Song Junwu and Wang Fugui could never have imagined that Old Mo left evidence each time they ordered him to kill.

"Besides killing, did Wang Fugui ever make you do anything else?"

Old Mo shook his head, "I didn’t get involved in their other matters, just killing."

"Wang Fugui generally doesn’t contact me; I usually sell fish inside No. 94 Market."

"Sometimes, we wouldn’t be in contact for months."

"I’m just a knife in his hand. He gave life to my wife, and my life is his too."

Old Mo knows very well that with his confession, Wang Fugui and Song Junwu cannot escape fate.

The main reason Old Mo confessed so quickly and clearly is that the police can never find his hiding place by themselves.

Moreover, Song Junwu called him out, clearly indicating cooperation with the police.

Old Mo knows very well that with the materials Song Junwu has and Wang Fugui’s criminal information, Wang Fugui can never escape, so it’s meaningless for him to hold out.

"Can I... still live?"

Can he live?

"Chen Mo, you know very well how many lives you’ve taken. Do you think you can live even after confessing these?"

"I understand."

Old Mo’s emotions are relatively stable, not hysterical, as if he has accepted his fate.

"One last question, how is Wang Fugui... doing?"

Interrogation Room No. 1.

At this moment, Qin Yong is personally interrogating Wang Fugui.

"Wang Fugui, Song Junwu has already confessed everything. Of the eight bodies under the Lion Mountain Bridge, you instructed Song Junwu on six of them, who then directed Old Mo to kill them."

"Two skeletons, one victim named Zhang Chi and another named Wang Yajuan, were directly instructed by Song Junwu to be killed by Old Mo."

Even though he has been in the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Team for a week, undergoing daily interrogation, Wang Fugui’s spirit remains good, and his hair is meticulously combed.

Appearing composed and dignified, sitting in the interrogation chair as if he is not a criminal being interrogated, but merely a tourist visiting on vacation.

"Captain Qin, what you’re saying is just Song Junwu’s one-sided words."

"Did Song Junwu have evidence when he said I ordered him to kill? Is there a video or audio recording or a written mandate from me?"

"There isn’t any!"

"Since there’s nothing, why is what he says true and what I say false?"

"Captain Qin, you’re an experienced detective; you police care the most about evidence, so if you say I ordered Song Junwu to instruct someone called Old Mo to kill, show the evidence, if you bring out the evidence, I will confess. Without evidence, sorry, Captain Qin, I, Wang Fugui, have some connections in Haizhou City; watch out for a defamation lawsuit from me."

Looking at the composed Wang Fugui, Qin Yong smiled.

"Evidence? Wang Fugui, since I’m sitting in front of you today, naturally there is evidence for what I’ve said, but if I present the evidence and you confess then..."

Wang Fugui shook his head, "Captain Qin, let’s not beat around the bush, I’ve been struggling in Haizhou City for most of my life, what haven’t I seen?"

"Back in the day, I took over the mess of Songbei Mining, and I’ve contributed greatly to Haizhou City, which I won’t dwell on."

"Never expecting Haizhou City to give me any acknowledgment."

"However!"

Wang Fugui sat upright, staring fiercely at Qin Yong, "If anyone wants to pin accusations on me, I won’t agree!"

"After all these years, I’ve spent so much money and raised so many people, aren’t they supposed to be useful at a time like this?"

Qin Yong looked at Wang Fugui and took out an old tape recorder.

"Wang Fugui, this thing, you’re not unfamiliar with it, are you? A tape recorder from 20 years ago."

"Nowadays, such things are almost antiques, hard to come by."

"Listen to what’s inside, then decide whether to cooperate with us."

Qin Yong pressed the play button, and a somewhat muffled voice came from the speaker.

"Old Mo, Song Ninth from the East Suburb, I don’t want to see him by tomorrow!"

"What do you mean?"

"Isn’t he competing with me for the Songxiang County project? Bury him forever under the foundation of Songxiang County to suppress the feng shui for me!"

"Compete with me! I’ll make him die without a burial place!"

The voice from the speaker wasn’t particularly clear, but the voice’s owner could still be heard.

"Wang Fugui, your own voice from twenty years ago... you haven’t forgotten, have you?"

At this moment, Wang Fugui’s face turned pale, and his hands clenched together tightly.

"Old Mo!"

Back then, except for him and Old Mo, no one knew about it!

Unexpectedly, the person he trusted most all these years had left this hand from the very first time he helped him kill 20 years ago!

Qin Yong pressed the pause button, removed the tape, and inserted another one.

"Old Mo, Zhang Song, General Manager of Longteng Company, will attend my banquet tomorrow night, take care of him on his way home!"

Another tape!

"Old Mo, someone from Song Junwu’s side, the day after tomorrow, take him to No. 98 Mine Tunnel and take him out!"

...

After playing three tapes, Qin Yong leaned forward, looking at Wang Fugui, who was now sweating profusely on the interrogation chair.

It’s only 10 minutes since the interrogation began, but where has the composed visitor-timer demeanor of Wang Fugui gone?

At this point, Wang Fugui’s meticulously styled hair is soaked with sweat.

His legs and hands tremble uncontrollably, and tiny beads of sweat cover his nose.

"Wang Fugui, these are three tapes, and there are electronic recordings afterwards with clearer audio; do you want to listen?"

"I..."

"Wang Fugui, do you still think we’re pinning false accusations on you?"

"Do you still think that spending so much money and raising so many people in Haizhou City will be useful at this time?"

"I..."

Wang Fugui’s psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Wang Fugui, although not highly educated, has crawled and rolled in society over the years, especially in dealings with people within the system, gaining too much understanding of the intricacies within.

Recognizing money but not people, as long as they bring them benefits, they align with them.

Moreover, he’s incredibly cautious.

Wanting to bring him down is very tough.