Yang Zhichao hesitated. "I think so."
"Have you seen his ID card?"
"No."
"How do you write the name Song Baijiang?"
"I haven't seen him write it, but I think it should be Song as in Song Jiang, Bai as in Bai, and Jiang as in Song Jiang."
Han Bin frowned. "Have you seen anything that can prove Song Baijiang's identity?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Has Song Baijiang been in contact with anyone else?"
Yang Zhichao shook his head again.
Ma Jingbo couldn't sit still anymore. "How much do you know about Song Baijiang?"
Yang Zhichao's expression was complicated. "I don't dare to ask him. I don't even dare to stare at him. I don't dare to understand him …"
Li Hui snorted. "You don't dare to do this or that, but you dare to help him kill people …"
"I've never killed anyone, I'm just …" Yang Zhichao was halfway through his sentence when his emotions welled up and he started crying again.
Hearing him cry, Ma Jingbo was a little annoyed. The other suspect was already dead, and he was hoping to get more information from Yang Zhichao.
Ma Jingbo glanced at his watch. "Let's stop here. Think about it carefully. I don't want you to be clueless next time."
When they returned to Team 2's office, the rest of the team members immediately surrounded them.
Zhao Ming couldn't wait to ask, "Did Yang Zhichao confess?"
"Captain, did he confess?" Wang Xiao asked.
Ma Jingbo nodded. "Yes."
Zeng Ping was relieved. The other suspect had already been killed. If this suspect refused to confess, the case would probably be in a deadlock.
"Since everyone is here, let's have a small meeting before we get off work. It will only take a few minutes." Ma Jingbo stretched lazily. "My butt hurts from sitting. I'll stand and talk. You guys can sit if you want."
Ma Jingbo flipped open his notebook and briefly described the interrogation.
Zeng Ping, Wang Xiao, and the rest listened carefully. Song Baijiang's death had cut off another clue.
Ma Jingbo closed the notebook. "That's the general situation. Captain Zeng, can you tell me how you arrested Song Baijiang?"
Ceng Ping sighed. "Song Baijiang was an out-and-out ruthless bandit. As soon as he saw that the situation was not right, he pulled out his gun. His magazine had a capacity of seven bullets. After shooting six, he used the last bullet to commit suicide. At that time, we had no time to stop him."
"We don't know much about Song Baijiang's identity now. We only found two SIM cards in the factory. One was the SIM card for the victim, and the other was the SIM card under Yang Zhichao's name that started with 155."
"The fingerprints of Song Baijiang's ten fingers were burned to different degrees. The technical team couldn't collect valid fingerprints, but they have collected DNA and sent it to the technical team for comparison."
Ma Jingbo asked, "Is Song Baijiang's finger seriously scalded? Was it an injury, or did he do it on purpose? "
"The scalded is not serious. Based on my experience, it seems that he did it himself. It's very likely that he often pinched out cigarette butts, and over time, his fingerprints were damaged," Zeng Ping said.
Ma Jingbo paced in the room. "A robber like him can't be trained in a day. He must have committed crimes before, and maybe he has a criminal record."
"Wang Xiao, send Song Baijiang's photo to the technical team of the municipal bureau, and let them compare it in the database."
"Tian Li, check Song Baijiang's name in the public security system, and see if you can find the suspect's identity."
Although this was the simplest way, Ma Jingbo didn't have too much hope. The suspect's fingerprints had been scalded, so how could he use his real name?
"Let's leave Yang Zhichao for the night, and continue the interrogation tomorrow morning. Yang Zhichao must be thoroughly investigated."
"Captain Ma, I want to participate in the interrogation of Yang Zhichao tomorrow," Zeng Ping said.
"Okay." Ma Jingbo nodded and pointed at Han Bin. "You and Li Hui just participated in the interrogation. What do you think of Yang Zhichao?"
Li Hui took over the conversation. "I think this Yang Zhichao is a classic case of Stockholm Syndrome. He was originally a victim, but in the end, he developed feelings for the criminal and even helped the criminal. To put it bluntly, he's a psychopath with a split personality."
"Tsk tsk, Stockholm Syndrome." Zhao Ming smacked his lips. "This term is quite famous. It's often seen in American dramas, but I've never seen it since I became a police officer."
"Humph." Li Hui snorted. "You've only been a criminal police officer for a few days. There are all kinds of strange people in this world. You'll get used to it in the future."
Ma Jingbo thought for a moment, then pointed at Han Bin. "What do you think?"
Han Bin pinched his forehead. "I don't think Yang Zhichao is like this. At least, I don't feel like he has Stockholm Syndrome. He might be hiding something. His emotions are a bit messed up."
Ma Jingbo walked to the window and took a deep breath of fresh air. "Yes, I also think Yang Zhichao is hiding something, and his dependence on Song Baijiang isn't as strong as he said. It's more like he's pushing all the blame to Song Baijiang and trying to get himself out of the case."
"Our biggest advantage now is that Yang Zhichao doesn't know that Song Baijiang is dead. This is very important for his interrogation. No matter who participates in Yang Zhichao's interrogation, we must not reveal this. We must not let it slip. We must engrave it in our minds."
Ma Jingbo said solemnly, and everyone nodded.
…
After the meeting, it was already past nine o 'clock in the evening.
Li Hui and Han Bin drove home.
Han Bin sat in the passenger seat and yawned. "Another day."
"Brother Bin, what's wrong with this society? In the past, the victims of this kind of case were all women. Now, even strong men are not spared. This guy must be careful when walking at night in the future."
"Society is developing, and many things are learned from Europe and the United States. Not only the good, but also the bad. This kind of case is very common in Europe and the United States," said Han Bin.
"Brother Bin, do you think this Yang Zhichao has Stockholm Syndrome?"
"It's hard to say, but he must be hiding something." During the interrogation, Han Bin had been observing Yang Zhichao with micro-expressions. He found that Yang Zhichao's emotions were a bit abnormal, but he still needed to make a further judgment on where he lied.
"It gives me the feeling that this guy must be gay. Look at him, he is more feminine than a woman. I can't stand the way he flattens his lips. To borrow a phrase from Old Guo, look at how you are courting death," Li Hui said while driving.
"I have another thought. If it is like what you said, Yang Zhichao is hiding something, but he also admitted to participating in the kidnapping of the three victims. Could it be that he is hiding the order of priority?"
Han Bin said thoughtfully, "So you're saying that he's the King?"
"Yes, if Yang Zhichao is the mastermind, then it makes sense. He provided the victims' information, the white Toyota is his, and he is responsible for renting the factory. It can be said that he is the leader of the case." The more Li Hui said, the more excited he became.
"Do you have any evidence?" Han Bin asked.
Li Hui immediately became listless. "It's a pity that Song Baijiang is dead."
…
After returning home, Han Bin took a bath.
He liked to think about things in the bath. When he washed off the sweat on his body, it was as if he had washed away all the distracting thoughts in his mind, so he could focus on the case.
Song Baijiang was dead, and there were still many suspicious points in the case.
Who was Song Baijiang, and why did he hide his real identity?
Where did he get the pistol? This was also a very important clue.
If it was really as Li Hui had guessed, that Yang Zhichao was the mastermind of the case, then how did he manage to tame a tough bandit like Song Baijiang?
Song Baijiang's toughness was not only because he dared to shoot at the police, but also because he committed suicide without hesitation, which was really shocking.
Could it be that he was the one who was really brainwashed?
Or, in other words, there were other suspects besides the two of them, and the other suspect was the real King.
Both Song Baijiang and Yang Zhichao were just his assistants.
One was King, and the other was Frank.
…
The next morning, Han Bin came to the police station feeling refreshed.
With the improvement of the epidemic, there were more people on the streets, and it was no longer as deserted as before.
When he arrived at the office, the two captains were not there, and everyone was busy with the work at hand.
At ten o 'clock in the morning, Ma Jingbo and Zeng Ping rushed to the conference room together.
Li Hui looked at the two of them and said, "Captain Ma, Captain Zeng, did you go to a meeting?"
Ma Jingbo took off his leather coat and sprayed some disinfectant on his hands. "The suspect has a gun, and the nature of the case is more serious. We have reported to the leaders of the municipal bureau and the police station. The leaders attach great importance to this case, and they asked the technical team and the forensic laboratory to cooperate with us. The 131 case is the priority for the physical evidence and autopsy."
"Tsk tsk, this is good. The technical team can detect the evidence quickly, which is very helpful to the progress of the case investigation," Li Hui said.
Ma Jingbo said solemnly, "The leaders have given us such great support, so we can't relax. We must investigate the case as soon as possible."
"Zeng, Li Hui, you two are responsible for interrogating Yang Zhichao. Try to get as many clues as possible about Song Baijiang from him."
"Understood."
Tian Li took over the conversation. "Captain Ma, I checked Yang Zhichao's phone yesterday and found a new clue. Every once in a while, he would transfer money to a person named Higan on WeChat. The two of them are in frequent contact, and their relationship is not ordinary."
"What about the conversation?"
"There's no conversation, only the transfer records."
Ma Jingbo ordered, "Han Bin, go and find out what the relationship between the two is."
Ma Jingbo gave a few more orders, and then everyone split up.
…
In the interrogation room.
Yang Zhichao sat on the interrogation chair, looking more haggard than he was yesterday.
Zeng Ping and Li Hui sat opposite each other, exchanging a few words in a low voice.
"Ahem …" Li Hui coughed softly and said coldly, "Yang Zhichao, how do you feel after staying at the police station for a night?"
Yang Zhichao looked like he was about to cry. "I want to go home."
"If you want to go home early, tell us the truth and fight for leniency."
"I told you everything I know yesterday."
"Bang!" Li Hui slammed the table and scolded, "Nonsense, Song Baijiang has already told us everything. You are the king …"
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