"Maybe it's because I haven't encountered any major setbacks in a long time," Cheng Lingfei said. "I was too conceited in helping Jiang Ke escape. I made a rookie mistake. Detective Zhao, can you guess what my rookie mistake was? "
"You shouldn't have gotten Yang Zebiao involved," Miao Ying said. "You shouldn't have put Yang Zebiao's DNA in Wu Fangfang's nails."
"Amazing!" Cheng Lingfei nodded in approval. "No wonder you're Detective Zhao's policewoman. You're right, I did go overboard on this matter.
My original intention was to use Yang Zebiao's DNA to interfere with your vision so that you couldn't see through my real purpose. Otherwise, when the photos of Wu Fangfang and Jiang Ke appeared, you might have already guessed that this might be a conspiracy. "
She looked at Zhao Yu and said, "Of course, I can't deny that what I did was also a provocation. Didn't Detective Zhao arrest Jiang Ke? Didn't Detective Zhao solve the Devil Case? Isn't Detective Zhao known as the Unsolved Case Cleaner? Well, I'll give you Yang Zebiao's DNA now. Let's see how you arrest me. "
F * ck … Zhao Yu's face was ashen and he frowned deeply. He didn't expect there to be so many secrets.
"Looking at it now, I did indeed shoot myself in the foot, but …" Cheng Lingfei's expression was cold as she said, "I did it on the basis that you were killed by the bomb. So, from my point of view, it wasn't a bad move. "
Yes!
Zhao Yu recalled that, at that time, it was because of Yang Zebiao's NDA that their investigation had been thrown into disarray. Otherwise, after finding the photos, he might have sent someone to interrogate Jiang Ke instead of going to Yaoming himself.
However, Yang Zebiao's appearance gave Zhao Yu hope of solving the Ziliu Case. He felt that it was a matter of great importance, so he went to interrogate Jiang Ke and fell into Cheng Lingfei's trap.
"No matter what," Cheng Lingfei said, "the plan to help Jiang Ke escape from prison failed. When I learned that Cao Sifen had sent people to catch Jiang Ke and that there had been an explosion in the seafood supermarket, I realized that I had to plan ahead.
"It's a pity …" She sighed softly and looked at Zhao Yu with resentment. "At that time, I was still hoping to get lucky and couldn't bear to give up the business empire that I had worked so hard to build. Even though he knew that Jiang Ke's investors had been arrested by the police, he was still obsessed with the fire, trying to destroy all traces of it.
"Sigh! If I had known that you were still alive, I would have made up my mind to retreat! "
Zhao Yu broke out in a cold sweat. Looking at it now, he realized how wise it was to play dead back then. Otherwise, even if he could trace it back to Cheng Lingfei, she would have been long gone!
"That's what it means to be unjust!" Miao Ying scolded. "Now, tell me about your evacuation plan!"
Hearing this, Cheng Lingfei did not resist at all. She immediately told him some of her follow-up plans, including where she would be taking the helicopter. Which ship would he use to sneak across? Who would pick her up when she was abroad? She explained everything clearly.
From her honest explanation, Zhao Yu could see that Cheng Lingfei had completely given up resisting. So, he took the opportunity to ask about the specific details of the murders. For example, the one who killed Wu Fangfang with a hammer was the female killer, He Yubing, and the one who shot Cao Sifen and Yao Wenming and poisoned Yu Fusheng was Cheng Lingfei.
As for the fire, it was Liu Guangxing and He Yubing who did it together.
After asking these questions, the interrogation on the spot was more or less completed. The remaining details could be slowly interrogated after returning to the police station.
"In short, my mother, Jiang 'er, and Ah Biao are all innocent. All the cases have nothing to do with them! After so many years, I've taken my revenge and gotten everything I should have gotten! " Cheng Lingfei's eyes were still cold. "Being caught by the police was within my expectations. So, don't worry, I will cooperate with you and tell you everything I know! "
"It's not just about me. I also know some interesting secrets. These secrets involve the political and business circles. I reckon that a large number of people will be implicated along with me!
"Hmph! Since so many people will die with me, I won't lose out! "
The corners of Cheng Lingfei's mouth curled up into a sneer.
"Cheng Lingfei," Miao Ying said with a gloomy face. "I have one last question that I really want to know …"
"Ask away!" Cheng Lingfei said indifferently.
"When you close your eyes, have you ever seen Xie Mengqin's daughter?" Miao Ying asked, staring at her without blinking.
Hearing this, Cheng Lingfei's face immediately tightened and she looked unusually alert.
"Really … not even once?" Miao Ying asked coldly. "You shot a six-year-old girl with your own hands. Don't you feel guilty at all? When you shot her, did you look at her face and pull the trigger? "
"This …" Cheng Lingfei's face trembled slightly, looking unusually embarrassed.
"You keep talking about your hatred, but have you ever looked at things from a different perspective? What if the child who was shot to death was your Jiang Er?" Miao Ying asked.
"No! No! "Cheng Lingfei said agitatedly." Don't say it, don't say it! "
"You've killed so many people. Have you ever thought that you've become a crazy, murderous demon?" Miao Ying continued to pressure her. "Have you ever thought that the people you killed also had relatives and loved ones?"
"Don't … don't say it, they asked for it!" Cheng Lingfei pulled at her hair, getting even more agitated. "If they hadn't treated me like that, I wouldn't have taken revenge on them! They asked for it … "
"Yes," Zhao Yu said with a heavy sigh. "Revenge breeds revenge. When will it ever end? Cheng Lingfei, do you know why people in society have to follow the rules? You can take revenge, but you have to be fair! "
Miao Ying said. "If they scolded you, fine, you can scold them back. If not, you can beat them up! But you killed them and didn't even give them a chance to repent. That's too immoral! "
Cheng Lingfei finally couldn't control her emotions and began to shout hysterically. "I don't want to listen to your pretense of righteousness!" Cheng Lingfei finally couldn't control her emotions and began to shout hysterically. "I don't want to listen to your pretense of righteousness!"
"Wrong!" Zhao Yu shook his head and sighed. "I'm not Master Bodhi. Why would I teach you? I just want to enlighten you! I want you to understand that the source of your misfortune is your obsession! You should have had a better choice. Your happiness was at your fingertips, but you destroyed it with your own hands! "
"I don't need you to talk to me about happiness! Ah … "Cheng Lingfei screamed.
"You and Yang Zebiao's twisted love can be called happiness?" Miao Ying retorted. "When the child grows up and finds out about your secret, what will he think?"
"Shut up!" Cheng Lingfei roared. "You don't have the right to comment on my feelings and my hatred! You haven't experienced it, so you'll never understand! They didn't even give me my favorite cello. I have to take it back with my own hands! "
Miao Ying wanted to continue pressuring Cheng Lingfei but was suddenly stopped by Zhao Yu.
"That's enough, Cheng Lingfei!" Zhao Yu said in a low voice. "You don't have to be so agitated! About your hatred, you said that you've read so many books, but you've never found the answer, right?
Now, let me tell you the answer. Actually, the answer has always been very simple. It's just that the books you read were too profound! "
"What? The answer?! " Cheng Lingfei finally calmed down and asked curiously, "You know the answer?"
"Yes!" Zhao Yu said calmly. "Actually, the answer is in what I said just now. It's' Revenge breeds revenge, when will it ever end? ' Do you know? There's a second sentence after that. The second sentence is' Let people go when possible! '"
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