Chapter 614: Involvement.

Chapter 614: Involvement.

Jiang Yuan and others watched as the middle-aged man who cut down the tree signed and pressed his fingerprints, and was finally taken out and sent directly to the detention center.

If you chop down a small tree casually, even if you are caught, you will at most be compensated. If you chop too much, or if the amount is too high, you will be detained by the police at most. But what this man chopped down was a mature and valuable pine tree - the fortune teller named The surname is Dao, so naturally it is a bit conspicuous. The park quoted a price of 20,000, and the price bureau will be asked to evaluate it later. It should be high but not low, and it is a proper level of punishment.

Jiang Yuan watched the uncle leave in handcuffs and couldn't help but said: "The work at the police station is also quite interesting."

"This is the more interesting part." Director Tan smiled.

Jiang Yuan didn't say much. There was no need to ask about the boring parts. There were also many forensic doctors.

Crunch.

Just a few minutes after the interrogation room was vacated, another suspect was sent in.

Meng Cheng, who was sitting in front of his head, didn't even move his buttocks. He stared like a bad HR person in a factory and asked, "What's your name?"

The suspect who sat down was tall and fat, with a detailed dragon tattoo on his arm, and his bald head was shaved brighter than his glans. His two copper-bell-sized eyes widened slightly, and a fierce aura overflowed from them.

When he heard the question, he frowned and said loudly: "Report to the government, my name is Huang Biao."

"Have you ever been in jail?" Meng Chengbiao asked.

"Sit!" Huang Biao lowered his head and whispered: "Theft of diesel will be sentenced to one year and two months, theft of diesel will be sentenced to two full years, theft of diesel will be sentenced to three and a half years..."

Meng Chengbiao, who was sitting opposite, was stunned for a moment before recalling the contents of the file: "Oh, you were sentenced three times."

"Yes." The criminal suspect Huang Biao lowered his eyebrows.

"This is the fourth time."

"yes."

"Let's see... you've had a lot of trouble this time, so you've been sitting here for a long time..." Meng Chengbiao said seriously: "Maybe it will be ten years."

Huang Biao was stunned: "No, the government...I...I just stole the oil."

"Then let me read it to you. What were you doing on April 7, April 3, and March 21 this year?"

"this……"

"You were also stealing oil on March 16 and March 14, weren't you?"

Huang Biao didn't dare to say a word. He just looked generous, but in fact he couldn't be generous when facing prison.

Meng Chengbiao said "yes" and put the file aside: "If you are not sensible, I will send you to the detention center first. We are almost busy here now, so I will ask my subordinates to make another transcript for you, okay? …”

Huang Biao was excited and said hurriedly: "I am sensible, I am sensible!"

"What do you know?"

Huang Biao asked tentatively: "How do you want me to be sensible?"

"Tell a few of your accomplices to come out. We'll save you some trouble and you'll be credited with meritorious deeds." Meng Chengbiao also looked naughty.

Huang Biao hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "How many?"

"Whatever you want. The more you explain, the shorter your jail time will be. If you are unwilling to make meritorious deeds, others will." Meng Chengbiao said in a philistine tone.

In fact, it's almost the same. Some people act arrogantly and are easily reported by their peers. And what peers can grasp are only a few people.

Huang Biao chatted with Meng Chengbiao for a few more words, and then began to speak slowly.

There were three people in this group, all oil thieves who had temporarily cooperated with him.

The office staff took notes without any surprise or surprise.

Ordinary little eucalyptus is actually that simple. Just catch a few people and it will start snowballing. A typical example is like catching a prostitute. Now they are looking through the payment records of the younger sister. The review is slow, and it may take half a year before the prostitute is notified to come over to accept the punishment.

Oil theft is similar. Generally, criminals are sentenced to less than three years, but if you can find a few old friends to go with you, you can get out in one and a half years. As the saying goes, two people share the pain, and the pain is only 20%. one……

Meng Chengbiao squeezed Huang Biao dry and asked people to escort him out. He drank water again and waited for the next one to come in.

Just like what he told Huang Biao, today's criminal suspects will only make detailed records if they are willing to explain quickly.

Those who have to endure it will be sent directly to the detention center. Let's go back and wait until today's arrest work is over, and then send people to the detention center to slowly arrest people for interrogation.

The chain of evidence that Jiang Yuan pulled out was just what he had collected before, and it was enough to arrest someone. If a little more evidence was found at the scene, or if the suspects corrected each other, it would be more than enough evidence for criminal detention.

One after another, one after another, the interrogation work soon became like an assembly line of hard work.

Meng Chengbiao is as plain as he is.

Work is work. When he worked in the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment, he often encountered similar situations. When encountering a big operation, it is common for several brigades to set off together and capture hundreds of people at once.

In provincial capital cities, the scale of crime will become larger, that's it.

Of course, when we were in Changyang City, there were always more interrogators, but the nature of the work had not changed.

"Name?"

Meng Chengbiao watched the interrogators sit down and opened a new file.

"An Zhiqiang." There was a strong fear in the suspect's voice.

Meng Chengbiao looked up and showed no sympathy at all.

Today alone, the number of suspects that passed under his hands was almost double digits. Even though they were criminal suspects from different places and had different experiences, in the final analysis, they were all almost the same type of people.

"Age." Meng Chengbiao asked.

"25, 26 years old." An Zhiqiang answered.

Meng Chengbiao curled his lips and continued asking step by step.

When the interrogation was about to end, Meng Chengbiao saw that An Zhiqiang was shivering, so he comforted him: "You don't have to be afraid. You will be rehabilitated in prison and strive to make meritorious deeds. You will be released in a year or two."

"What if I report a few more people?" This classmate An Zhiqiang also reported all his "colleagues", but the results were obviously not satisfactory enough.

Meng Chengbiao smiled: "If you can report a few more people, of course you can make more meritorious deeds, but it is impossible not to go to jail at all, unless it is a great meritorious service."

"Does murder count as a great achievement?" An Zhiqiang's voice became deeper.

"Of course, if you can report a murder that the police don't know about, you may be given a suspended sentence." Meng Chengbiao began to concentrate.

Even though An Zhiqiang looks weak, it doesn't prevent him from knowing some secret information.

An Zhiqiang hesitated again.

Meng Chengbiao pulled with him for a while.

An Zhiqiang opened his mouth again and said something shocking: "I saw my mother and her boyfriend kill someone and cut their bodies into pieces."

Meng Chengbiao didn't expect that he could still come up with new gadgets in his 40s this year.

Killing people and dismembering their bodies is never easy.

But reporting his mother for murder - Meng Chengbiao asked himself, if it were him, he would rather spend a few more years in jail than do this.

The fate was confirmed, and there was a plot of dismemberment, which was basically a death sentence.

Meng Chengbiao used the method of recording, delayed for a few seconds, thought for a while, and then asked like a hot iron: "Where is the body?"

"They transported it out and buried it," An Zhiqiang said.

"Where is it buried?"

"have no idea."

"Who is the deceased?"

"I don't know, I don't know him." An Zhiqiang answered quickly.

Meng Chengbiao took the time to ask a few key questions, and then said: "Tell me about the specific situation you saw."

An Zhiqiang recalled it, and couldn't help but trembled, then continued: "I went home early that day and heard a noise in the room. Without thinking much, I opened the bathroom door..."

An Zhiqiang lowered his head: "My mother was dismembering the body at the time and lied to me about killing a sheep. She still had shoes on her thighs..."

Meng Chengbiao continued to ask for details, and at the same time quietly sent a message to Jiang Yuan and others.

At the beginning, he was not sure whether An Zhiqiang was telling the truth or a lie. Some mentally ill patients will even reveal imaginary scenarios.

However, as his inquiries deepened, the possibility of murderous eucalyptus became very high.