"Who can prove it?"
"If there was no tacit understanding, I don't know how many times I would have stepped on him," another police officer joked.
"Who else?"
"Haha …" Another burst of laughter.
"Haha … so talented. The suspect would have the same hands and feet," a police officer laughed.
Han Bin was a little surprised. It turned out that this was the first mosquito torture in the 21st century.
Han Bin got up, took out a photo of Peng Yongren, and put it in front of Zhang Bochao. "See for yourself."
Han Bin slapped the table and scolded, "This is the criminal police unit. Do you need us to care about your trivial fight?"
Han Bin turned on the law enforcement recorder and routinely asked, "Name, age, gender, nationality …"
Zhang Bochao's eyes were red, and his voice was choked. "I remember it very clearly. It was summer, and there were a lot of mosquitoes. I was bitten all over. I was … like a monkey being played by him."
"Who was there?"
"Classmates."
Han Bin flipped open the notebook. "Answer whatever I ask. Understand?"
"During the National Day, our company got off work late. I remember that we were busy until ten o 'clock that day. Then, we had supper together until eleven o' clock at night. Then, we took a taxi home. When I got home, it was almost twelve o 'clock," Zhang Bochao recalled.
"What? Murderer? " Zhang Bochao looked surprised, and his eyes widened. "Are you mistaken? How could I be a murderer?"
"Do you know how Peng Yongren died?"
"Peng Yongren and I were junior high school classmates. I was good at my studies, but I didn't like to talk much and was a little arrogant. I don't remember how I offended Peng Yongren, but he liked to pick on me. I didn't like him either, so we had a lot of conflicts." Zhang Bochao paused, clenched his fist, and said,
Zhang Bochao paused, clenched his fist, and said, "He asked me how long it would take for me to recover after being bitten by a mosquito, if it would affect my body, and if it would cause any harm. That bastard didn't realize how much damage this had caused to me."
"Everyone in my shop can prove that I'm telling the truth," Zhang Bochao said with certainty.
Zhang Bochao was young and had a long face, as if someone owed him a few hundred dollars.
"At first, he refused to tell me. Later, when we met on the fourth of October, I beat him up and asked him if he wanted to join an organization. The mosquito punishment was a test given to him by the organization." Zhang Bochao sneered, as if he had to spit it out.
Zhang Bochao's face was full of resentment. "I was really angry. I met him the next day and beat him up. But I really didn't kill him. I really didn't."
Originally, it was just a statement, but Zhang Bochao's escape made things worse, and he was directly escorted to the interrogation room.
"Me, Kong Yixin, and Wang Haichuan." After Zhang Bochao said that, he quickly added, "I was the mastermind. They just went with me. I didn't do much. It was all me."
Zhang Bochao lowered his head and sighed. "Speaking of this, it's been many years."
Zhang Bochao thought for a moment. "Brothers."
Zhang Bochao shook his head. "I don't know."
Bang!
"He actually used my pain that year as a test. What a bastard he is."
"Sir, there must be some misunderstanding. I've always been a timid person. How could I kill someone?" Zhang Bochao said.
"What's your relationship with Peng Yongren?"
"Have you been in contact recently?"
"When did they become classmates?"
"He asked you about the mosquito bite?" Han Bin guessed.
"I don't know, but I thank you for letting me know this news." Zhang Bochao smiled.
Han Bin noted it down in his notebook. "What organization does he want to join?"
"Did you guys have a conflict?"
"Yes, yes."
"Was it really a mosquito bite?" Zhang Bochao's hands were shaking as he held the photo.
Han Bin returned to the office and drank a cup of tea. He asked Li Hui about the progress of the surveillance before calling Zhao Ming to the interrogation room.
"Oh, this is the first time I've seen a murder suspect confess so easily. They're all as honest as you. It saves us a lot of trouble." Han Bin smiled.
"There … There were three of us."
"Why did he ask about this?"
"To sit on his lap." A police officer winked.
"Do you know about Peng Yongren's murder?" Han Bin asked.
"I'm curious. How did they sit in the car?"
"He said it was a test." Zhang Bochao took a deep breath. He hated Peng Yongren to the extreme and scolded him whenever he had the chance.
When the two suspects were taken to the police station in a unique way, it immediately caused a sensation.
"A man should take responsibility for his actions. Let my brother go first, and I'll admit it," Zhang Bochao said righteously.
"It's just me."
"What test?"
"I didn't kill him. I only saw him once. He was fine when he left. There's no way he's dead," Zhang Bochao shouted.
"Junior high school classmate."
"Now you know how to be embarrassed. What were you doing before?" Zhao Ming snorted.
"What! Say it again. "The smile on Zhang Bochao's face froze.
"Name, age, gender, nationality …"
"What did he ask you about the mosquito bite?" Han Bin asked.
Zhang Bochao hesitated. "Yes, on October 3rd, he sent me a QQ message. On October 4th, I called him."
"Haha …" Zhang Bochao laughed. "He deserved it."
"Why did you kill Peng Yongren after you beat him up?" Han Bin probed.
"Once, he found a few students from outside the school to stop me and beat me up. He even dragged me into the woods, took off my clothes, and tied me to a tree. A group of people stood there and laughed at me."
Wang Haichuan and Zhang Bochao both lowered their heads. They looked nervous and their cheeks were red. They wanted to find a hole to hide in.
"On October 4th, I beat him up."
Han Bin took back the photo and asked, "It's been so long. Why did he call you? Why did you find someone to beat him up?"
"Yes, that bastard actually dared to mention that. Because of that incident, my whole person was affected. I didn't have the mood to study. I went to a very bad high school and didn't even get into a university. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to work as an intermediary. I also wanted to sit in a university classroom. I also wanted to become a university student. It's all because of him that I lost such an opportunity, and he actually dared to mention that incident."
"He was bitten to death by a mosquito," Han Bin said.
"What conflict was there between the two of you?" Han Bin asked.
Han Bin looked at him for a moment and continued to ask, "On October 6th, between five and twelve o 'clock in the evening, where were you?"
"I admit that I fought, but I didn't kill anyone," Zhang Bochao argued.
"Zhang Bochao, 21 years old, male, Han …"
"It's okay. Take your time. We have plenty of time."
"Didn't you say that you admitted it?" Zhao Ming snorted.
"How did you live?"
"Don't act like a hero here. Providing false testimony and misleading the police will have to bear legal responsibility," Han Bin warned.
"We have a high school QQ group. On October 3rd, he suddenly contacted me. It surprised me because I haven't been in that group for a long time, and I didn't want to have anything to do with him."
"I remember very clearly that day, I beat him up so hard that he rolled on the ground. He begged me to stop beating him up. Only then did I realize that the devil in my heart was so vulnerable. I felt so f * cking good at that time. Even if I was caught by the police because of the fight, it was worth it. I didn't run away for myself, but I didn't want to implicate my brother who helped me."
Zhang Bochao seemed to have a lot of emotions. He rubbed his face and asked, "Sir, do you know what he said to me?"
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