Chapter 109 Witnesses
Wenxiang has not been so lively for a while.
The last time it attracted so many residents, happily watching, was the fire at the feed store at the east end of the road. At that time, the fire was blazing into the sky, there were many rescuers, and the smell of roasted corn spread thousands of miles away, which doubled everyone's sense of participation.
Chen Fan's hardware store is also a well-known big store in Wenxiang. It belongs to the most high-end heavy industry in the local area and masters certain core technologies. Sometimes, nearby car repair shops will come to you and ask for technical support.
“I didn’t expect hardware stores to do that.”
It was a mess all around, with locals discussing in local dialect.
Jiang Yuan accidentally understood a sentence, turned his head in surprise, and asked: "Who is doing that?"
"You are a foreigner. You don't understand. That's what they do." The local said and laughed.
"It's not the one who does that, it's the one who does that." Another local corrected.
"Oh, it's that one..." Another person stood up.
Amid the tight vigilance, no gunshots were fired.
Jiang Yuan lowered his head and looked at his phone. Nearly 20 minutes had passed. At this time, the suspects had not fired. Most of them should not be able to shoot, or they might not have a gun.
After waiting for a while, Jiang Yuan's cell phone buzzed.
"Come in. The fish is not big, and it is quite strong." Liu Jinghui couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.
"Okay. Right away." Jiang Yuan was also curious about this gentleman's situation. I don't know how much impact it will have on the situation.
Police officers on both sides of the shopping street withdrew one after another, allowing people to enter and evacuate the crowd.
The bosses of the shopping street cheered up and shouted with all their strength:
"Selling mops, selling washbasins, selling stainless steel shovels..."
"Beer and melon seeds drinks..."
"Broom, mop, skin pickle, cockroach poison, rat poison, dog skin plaster"
"Selling chickens...good chickens..."
Each boss strives to use the opportunity of his colleagues to worship heaven and sell it to a climax.
Policemen transferred from various places stopped one after another, or were enthusiastically ushered into the store by the shopping street owner.
Two snipers slowly climbed down from the roof.
The older one is calm and composed, like a leisurely gecko.
The younger ones were a little disappointed, looking left and right as they climbed, probably feeling a little regretful that they could not fully play their role and let go of a second-class meritorious service.
In the backyard of the hardware store, inside the high red brick wall, there is another layer of cement wall reinforced, which looks quite solid.
Although the surrounding shops and houses tend to be close to the hardware store and occupy the remaining space, they are all blocked by the red brick wall of the hardware store.
Jiang Yuan had to enter the backyard of the hardware store to see a dim but spacious factory building.
The most conspicuous thing is a CNC machine tool, and there are also lathes, boring machines and other machinery that look very old and have many hands...
There are a large number of express boxes piled up in a corner of the factory, with various machined parts exposed inside. You can see barrels, butts, gas meters, pump handles, pressure valves, screws, gaskets, etc. On the side with better light, on several tables covered in black leather, several unassembled air guns were visible to the naked eye.
"So arrogant?" Jiang Yuan was surprised. The entire shopping street in Wenxiang is a place as big as a thousand corpses. Now there are hundreds of policemen piled up. The density of the police force is so exaggerated and they are still producing firearms. It is a bit too cautious.
Chen Fan said dejectedly: "I'm just about to clean it up."
"How do you clean it up? Do you have anything that is not prohibited in this factory?" Liu Jinghui sneered, nodded casually, and said: "You have more than a dozen guns assembled here, and there are so many parts. How can you do this?" What more to do? Are you crazy?"
Chen Fan muttered but didn't say a word. He wanted to defend himself but was a little afraid of being beaten.
An hour ago, he was a happy hardware store owner. Now, seeing prison life beckoning in front of him, the changes in his emotions are indescribable.
And there was something even more fearful in his heart.
Lucky and flustered.
Liu Jinghui changed his tone of voice and said: "As I told you before, don't think about confronting us. Confrontation will not do you any good. You know how guns are identified, right? More than 2 joules square centimeters, Even if it’s guns, do you know how many guns there are here?”
Chen Fan shook for a moment, but still didn't say anything.
Liu Jinghui chuckled. If it had been in the past, he would have had Chen Fan taken away. But this time, his target was not Chen Fan, but a much more important gang that committed a series of murders. Therefore, the most important thing now was to get Chen Fan to speak.
After pondering for a moment, Liu Jinghui said: "If you don't speak, I will tell you. In our gun management regulations, this is how the parts of a gun are recognized. The parts that can be made into a set are counted as one firearm. . For those that cannot be made into sets, we will calculate them as 30 pieces per piece. In your own factory, tell me how many parts are there?"
Chen Fan trembled and looked at Liu Jinghui in disbelief.
Liu Jinghui looked at Chen Fan with regretful eyes.
Liu Jinghui actually lied. The calculation method he mentioned was the identification method used when smuggling guns, not when manufacturing guns.
But Chen Fan obviously has no research on this aspect.
Liu Jinghui successfully came to this conclusion, and he immediately became convinced.
According to his plan, if Chen Fan is knowledgeable and knows that in criminal law, the identification of parts for illegally manufactured firearms is different from the identification of parts for smuggled firearms, then he will just act like a blackface and leave the interrogation to others. .
Now it seems that Chen Fan is ignorant, which means that he is a young man who has never undergone prison reform. As expected, he still has huge shortcomings on the road to crime, so it is not a lie.
Liu Jinghui then took a screw from the table next to him and said, "You have so many parts here. If I counted them all for you and made them according to the standards of firearms, how many guns would you have?" ? You will eat in prison until you die."
Chen Fan raised his head with difficulty, his face turning pale.
Jiang Yuan looked at him and felt a little depressed. He obviously has the ability to independently process mechanical products and has the ability to make money, but he uses it to process firearms. He has already started processing and manufacturing firearms, and he has not even read the relevant items of the criminal law. Of course, if he had read it, he might not process and manufacture firearms anymore. .
Liu Jinghui continued: "There are so many of us, we are not here to arrest you alone. You cooperate with us and tell a few superiors and subordinates to come out. If the parts you have here can be regarded as common parts, I will give them to you." You count it as a common part..."
Chen Fan seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said hurriedly: "Yes, I am processing these parts for other purposes, not for making guns."
"It doesn't matter what you say." Liu Jinghui looked at him coldly.
Chen Fan lowered his head again under Liu Jinghui's gaze for dozens of seconds.
Liu Jinghui struck while the iron was hot and took Chen Fan directly to the Wenxiang police station, put him on the "tiger bench", and couldn't wait to interrogate him.
The tiger stool is a bit like an older baby's eating chair, with the wrists, ankles and backs tied up. The baby chair is to worry about the child falling down while eating, while the tiger stool is to worry about the suspect becoming emotional and suddenly doing something irrational.
Liu Chu's interrogation skills cannot be said to be outstanding within the scope of the provincial department, but when dealing with criminals like Chen Fan who have never been to a detention center, they are really too good.
In just one or two hours, Chen Fan just poured beans out of a bamboo tube and sold everything he owned.
At this time, Chen Fan thought that arresting him was for making firearms.
Liu Jinghui took a sip of water, adjusted his mood, and stabbed the most deadly sword of the day: "You have made so many air rifles, but you didn't think about hunting or anything like that?"
"No... just occasionally, hunting rabbits or something." Chen Fan didn't dare to completely deny it, so he spoke cautiously.
"We found more than just rabbits from your house." Liu Jinghui had prepared for this sword for a long time, and Chen Fan could not easily dodge it.
"No, definitely not..."
"This is a trivial matter. It would be pointless if you lied." Liu Jinghui suddenly frowned, as if he had been unfairly treated.
Chen Fan quickly thought about it, was there some uneaten pheasant left in his refrigerator?
He often went to the mountains to hunt. Not only did he hunt with his uncle, but he also occasionally went up to the mountains to try out his guns. When you get to the mountains, you naturally shoot whatever you see. It is impossible not to shoot pheasants when you see them.
The more times I hunt, there are always some uneaten prey that I have accumulated.
Then, Chen Fan remembered that the medicinal wine he brewed contained eagles and snakes. In fact, ordinary people use poisonous snakes to brew wine. There are also many people in Wenxiang who use eagles to brew wine. Several people who were caught were It was a confiscation of fines, but at this time, Chen Fan felt that he could only admit a little more.
Under Liu Jinghui's gaze, Chen Fan pretended to be generous and said, "Just admit it. I've also shot eagles and made wine."
"What about again?"
"I also shot birds, just a few sparrows and so on."
"Then think about it carefully..."
After Liu Jinghui found many prey in his routine, he slowly picked up the second epee today: "Where did you kill these things?"
Chen Fan didn't know why, so he forcefully replied: "It's our hometown."
"Wenxiang, are these animals distributed?" Liu Jinghui looked into his eyes.
Chen Fan was stunned and whispered: "Yes."
"Have you ever been to Wulong Mountain?"
"No." Chen Fan immediately shook his head, his movements much faster than before, and obviously more intense.
Then he started to defend: "Wulong Mountain is a nature reserve, I will definitely not go there. I will just walk around my house."
However, Liu Jinghui had a stern look on his face and said in a deep voice, "You have never been to Wulong Mountain? We found a mineral water bottle with your fingerprints in Wulong Mountain."
Only then did Chen Fan suddenly remember that he was arrested because of his fingerprints, and his face suddenly turned pale. At this time, he suddenly wanted to rush out, but after struggling, he felt that his hands and feet were tied.
His back felt cold, his face turned pale, and he looked at the large words in the interrogation room: leniency for those who confess, and severity for those who resist.
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I, I..."
"Think about it before we talk." Liu Jinghui had already sensed some of Chen Fan's thoughts through his expression. At this time, he saw that he wanted to lie, so he interrupted him directly.
Chen Fan remained silent.
Liu Jinghui allowed the atmosphere in the interrogation room to condense. After a while, he asked softly: "How many have you killed?"
Chen Fan's heart trembled and he became extremely panicked.
"If you didn't tell me, I would have counted them all on you..."
"That won't work!" Chen Fan felt that he had figured it out, swallowed, and said cautiously: "I'm just an errand boy. Really, I should be considered a witness, the kind that taints the witness."
There is no concept of tainted witnesses in China. Liu Jinghui naturally didn't explain much. He just looked at Chen Fan and said, "Then what did you see?"
"Just... I saw them killing people." Chen Fan's voice was low, but his emotions were extremely strong.
Chen Fan also accumulated great psychological pressure after witnessing the murder.
Jiang Yuan was standing outside the interrogation room at this moment, watching the surveillance video, seemingly listening calmly, turning a pen in his hand very neatly from time to time. His fingers were long and slender, and he could spin the pen like a fan disk. When he heard the suspect say this, Jiang Yuan dropped the pen in his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter. He bent down to pick it up and stood up. At this moment, my heart fell back to where it was.