Chapter 114
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Emergency room.
The metal wheels rolled across the floor and rushed through the glass door. The red light for emergency treatment lit up. People were coming and going in the corridor. Yan Ji was panting heavily as he leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to sit on the cold floor.
Crash, fresh blood, evidence bags, police sirens approaching from afar … Countless sounds intertwined in his mind, like a giant net covering the deep sea of fear, and the ferocious eyes of the devil were staring at him as he slowly rose from the bottom of the sea.
Who did something to Fang Zhenghong's car?
What exactly was in that evidence bag?
The sound of leather shoes approaching came from afar. Everyone in the corridor turned their heads to look, but Yan Ji didn't seem to hear anything. When the footsteps stopped in front of him, Yan Ji raised his head and saw several uniformed policemen standing in front of him. The atmosphere was tense as if they were facing a great enemy.
"Sorry, Deputy Yan." The leader flashed his police badge. "You know the procedure. Come with us."
The policemen were on high alert, as if they were afraid that Yan Ji would suddenly resist. One of them even reached his hand into the back of his waist to hold down the handcuffs.
But their fears didn't come true.
Yan Ji's gaze swept across their nervous faces. He suddenly smiled and stood up to pat his clothes.
"Let's go," he said.
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Jianning Municipal Bureau.
The interrogation room seemed to be much darker than usual. A few strands of light that looked like they were about to die at any moment shone through the iron bars, reflecting the dust that was slowly flying in the air. The shadows of the iron table, the lamp, and the interrogation chair were distorted and long. On the opposite wall, the whiteboard with the words "Leniency for those who confess, Severity for those who resist" was faintly glowing with the light of age.
A faint noise came from afar. "What's going on with our Yan Ge? Can you at least send in a cup of hot water …"
"Sorry, we have rules. No one can enter!"
"What happened? There must be a mistake. Hey, you …"
Crash — —
The noise disappeared. The sound of the iron door banging echoed in the empty corridor for a long time and reached the deepest part of the interrogation room.
Yan Ji sat upright on the chair. The dim light couldn't hide the clear and deep lines of his cheeks. The skin on the bridge of his nose reflected an indifferent shimmer.
After an unknown amount of time, the footsteps of two or three people gradually moved from the end of the corridor to the door. Then the guard opened the door, and a figure that seemed to always be chubby and unhurried appeared at the door of the interrogation room under Yan Ji's gaze.
— — Director Lu.
"Alright, I know. You can all leave now."
Chief Lv walked into the room and gave orders to the policeman on guard behind him. Then, as the other party obeyed and locked the door and left, Chief Lv sat across from the interrogation table with a large tea pot. His wrinkled eyelids twitched as he looked at Yan Ji and said,
"The acceleration and braking systems of Old Fang's car were destroyed. He has a head injury and is still undergoing emergency treatment."
These were his first words.
Yan Ji was silent for a long time. The cold air was like glass, enveloping them in the narrow room.
"On the night of your birthday at the end of August, he called the traffic police brigade to intercept a car that was following you east of Worker Avenue. The car was a silver-gray Hyundai Elantra. It was the same model and characteristics as the car that Old Fang was involved in today's accident. After the investigation, the license plate of the car that was following you that night was fake. The license plate that was used was an informant's license plate used by the anti-narcotics detachment in an operation. "
Chief Lv paused and said slowly, "In other words, you know that Fang Zhenghong was following you."
Yan Ji's expression was cold and firm as he spat out a few words, "I know."
Chief Lv nodded and said,
"This morning, at the Four Seas Guest Guest House in Gaorong County, Gongzhou City, a waiter was almost hit by the agitated Fang Zhenghong when he was delivering a towel. According to the waiter, you were standing at the door of an open room, and Old Fang was very angry. He shouted, 'Yan, I didn't want to harm you. I have an alibi for the night of the gunman's accident. Wait for my call!' — Is that what happened? "
"…" Yan Ji said, "Yes."
Behind the single-sided glass, a few deputy directors, directors, and interrogators looked at each other. Everyone's eyes flashed with surprise and doubt.
Chief Lv asked, "In other words, a few hours before Fang Zhenghong's accident, you were the last outsider who came into contact with him and had a serious argument with him?"
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