In the interrogation room.
Han Bin and Zhao Ming were in charge of the interrogation. Wang Zijia sat on the interrogation chair with his head lowered.
"Raise your head," Han Bin said.
Wang Zijia slowly raised his head and glanced at Han Bin, then looked at Zhao Ming, "Officers, when can you let me out?"
"What's the hurry? This is a place that provides food and shelter. Since you're here, you should just stay put," Zhao Ming snorted.
"Tomorrow is Monday, and I still have to work. Besides, I have hands and feet, and I don't want to take advantage of the country."
"Oh, you're quite aware." Zhao Ming laughed.
"Sigh, I know you look down on me, but I'm born with this kind of gene. I also want to like women, marry a wife, have a family, have children, and live happily with my family, but I like men …" Wang Zijia's voice was a little choked.
"We understand. We don't mean to look down on you," Han Bin said with a straight face.
"No, you don't understand. Take Fan Zhenye for example, he also likes men, but he still married a wife. He also tried to change, wanting to let himself like women, but … he couldn't do it. It would only make the two of them more miserable, and the conflict between the husband and wife would only get deeper and deeper," Wang Zijia said earnestly.
"Are you trying to tell me that Cai Xiuyan is the murderer who killed Fan Zhenye?" Han Bin asked.
"I don't know. I'm just stating the facts." Wang Zijia lowered his head.
"Wang Zijia, have you been to the rooftop of Building 37, Unit 1, Jing 'an Alley?" Han Bin asked.
Wang Zijia's body trembled, and he whispered, "No."
Han Bin got up, picked up a few photos from the table, walked to the interrogation chair, and put one of the photos in front of Wang Zijia, "We found the murder weapon and bloody clothes on the rooftop of Building 37, Unit 1. After checking, the blood on it is the victim's."
"What does this have to do with me?" Wang Zijia turned his head to the side.
"We found your fingerprints."
"Impossible." Wang Zijia glanced at the photo and said with certainty, "Absolutely impossible."
"Wang Zijia, we've found enough evidence to prove that you're the murderer who killed Fan Zhenye." Han Bin said sternly.
"I didn't. This dagger and Blood Cloak have nothing to do with me," Wang Zijia argued.
"You know better than me where the dagger came from. As for this shirt, we've checked your phone. You've bought the same shirt and hat on a shopping website."
"So what? There are at least hundreds of these clothes sold, and I bought them with my own money. I'm happy to do it, and it's also against the law." Wang Zijia snorted.
"I clearly asked you if you've seen this outfit before. I remember it very clearly. You answered no. Why did you lie?" Han Bin asked.
Wang Zijia bit her lip. "Maybe I remembered wrong."
"It hasn't even been ten days since you bought it. Do you think the judge will believe you?" Han Bin said coldly.
Wang Zijia remained silent.
Han Bin changed the topic. "October 27th at nine o 'clock in the evening. Where were you?"
Wang Zijia lowered his head. "I don't remember."
"I guessed you would say that, but the previous statements have been recorded. The first time, you faked an alibi. The second time, you said you were at home, but we sent the police to check. You weren't at home at all on the night of October 27th." Han Bin took out two more photos and placed them in front of Wang Zijia.
"October 27th at four o 'clock in the afternoon, you left home and drove to Tan Gu Neighborhood. Then, you changed into a woman's outfit and took a taxi to Jing An Alley. You killed Fan Zhenye at nine o' clock in the evening. Then, you returned to Tan Gu Neighborhood at eleven o 'clock in the evening. You drove home the next morning."
Wang Zijia's expression became more and more unsightly. "This is all your speculation. It's not the truth."
"This photo is a photo of you taking the elevator down to the garage. This photo is a photo of your car driving to Tan Gu Neighborhood. Your whereabouts are all known by the police. It's useless for you to quibble," Han Bin said sternly.
Wang Zijia glanced at Han Bin and lowered his head again. After a long moment of silence, he said, "I'm sorry. I lied. I wasn't at home that day. I drove to Tan Gu Neighborhood, but that's all. I didn't go to Jing An Alley."
"You didn't go there?" Han Bin asked in return.
"Yes, I didn't go there," Wang Zijia said with certainty.
Han Bin smiled. "Don't be too confident. Overconfidence is called conceit."
"I'm telling the truth. I didn't go there. How can I admit it?" Wang Zijia raised his head and looked at Han Bin.
"We really found your fingerprints at the scene," Han Bin said seriously.
Wang Zijia's lips curled up slightly.
"I didn't lie to you. I really found your fingerprints," Han Bin repeated.
"Impossible!" Wang Zijia enunciated every word very clearly.
"The dagger is very clean. After the crime, you should have wiped the fingerprints on the dagger, but it doesn't mean that you didn't touch other things," Han Bin said.
Wang Zijia swallowed. "What things?"
"You hid the bloody shirt and dagger on the roof, locked the door with a padlock, and left your fingerprints on the lock." Han Bin took out another photo and put it on the interrogation chair.
"This means that you not only went to Jing An Alley, but also locked the bloody shirt and dagger on the roof. No one else could have access to them except you."
Wang Zijia's forehead was covered with sweat and he muttered, "I'm innocent."
"How do you explain the fingerprints on the lock?"
"I don't know. I'm innocent."
"If only your fingerprints were found and you said you were innocent, the police might believe you, but you have been lying since the first time you took the statement." Han Bin's face was solemn, and his tone became more and more severe.
"You forged an alibi, and your whereabouts on October 27th matched the murderer's. You clearly bought the clothes for the crime, but you said you didn't see them. You kept saying that you didn't go to the scene, but your fingerprints were found in the place where the murder weapon was hidden. These pieces of evidence are enough to convict you."
Wang Zijia slowly closed his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
"Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist," Han Bin warned.
Wang Zijia was silent for a moment and slowly opened his eyes. "I'm innocent."
"Even if you don't plead guilty and don't confess, as long as the evidence is sufficient, you will still be convicted. Not only will you lose the opportunity to get a lighter punishment, but you will also get a heavier sentence," Han Bin warned.
Wang Zijia glanced at Han Bin and shrugged. "For me, there's only the difference between freedom and prison. As for how long, I don't care."
Zhao Ming came over and reminded him in a low voice, "Brother Bin, he likes men. If he goes to prison, you know …"
Han Bin frowned. This was like throwing a mouse into a rice jar. Although it couldn't find food freely, it wouldn't starve.
Putting himself in the other's shoes, it didn't seem so unacceptable if he was put in a women's prison …
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