"The person named Zhou is lying in the middle of the living room... Um, close to the window, right between the table and this wall... His head is facing the outside, his feet are facing the window...

I stood by the window and faced him... I didn't want the Zhou surnamed to go out alive. Once he was put away, our nightmare would begin again.

I bent down and hit him, and hit him in the face a few times... It seemed that I only hit my face, probably... he stopped moving, I felt... he was so dead."

"Only smacked the face?" Wu Cuo asked, "Think about it carefully."

Zhang Shuping shook his head, "I'm so excited that I can't remember it. Maybe I've hit it a few times... It's not obvious... I just remember his head is blooming and he's dead."

Wu Cuo said: "Then what was your son doing when you did these?"

"He...I didn't pay attention, maybe I was scared..."

"Please think about it carefully."

"I can't remember... My mind was blank at that time. When I realized it, I was just watching the man surnamed Zhou, and didn't pay attention to what Xiaochun was doing.

He seemed to shout 'Dad'...I... I really can't remember it very clearly..."

"Where is he standing, do you remember?"

Zhang Shuping hesitated for a moment, did not answer, but only shook his head.

Usually, if a party in a conversation changes language to body language, it means lying.

He wants to use ambiguous body language to conceal the truth, and when the other party confirms or traces it next time, he can lie that he "has never said it."

This is the subconscious self-protection of people when lying.

So, Wu Cuo immediately understood.

Zhang Shuping knew where his son was standing at that time?

But he chose to hide it.

Could it be... because my son was standing in his position at that time, and it was not him who killed Zhou Xizheng, but Zhang Xiaochun.

Wu Cuo did not expose him, but continued without saying a word: "How did you divide the work when dealing with the corpse later?"

"There is no specific division of labor. We just carried the people into the car at around 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, transported them out of the city, and sank into water. This job was done by both of us.

I rushed back before dawn to clean up the blood in the house.”

“Why sell a house?”

"If someone dies, we will definitely not be able to live in the house. If we sell it, we will exchange it for some money. When my son gets married, he will buy him a new house.

Besides, that is where we kill people. If the house is not in our name, if the matter is revealed one day, just like now..." Zhang Shuping smiled bitterly, "Haha, I thought the house is not in our name, it will be difficult for you to investigate. Unexpectedly... I heard before that the police would have to be ten times smarter than the thief to catch the thief. I don't believe it. Now when I see you, I believe it."

This statement obviously means flattery, why do you need to flatter? Perhaps he really hopes that he will become the murderer in the case closing report and give his son a way out.

Wu Cuo sighed deeply and walked out of the interrogation room.

On the other hand, there was still no progress in the interrogation of Zhang Xiaochun. When Zhang Xiaochun learned that his father surrendered to protect him, he was only stunned for a while. No matter what the interrogation detective asked him, he still didn't speak.

Wu Cuo stood in the corridor and thought for a while, entered the elevator, and went up to the thirteenth floor.

Unsolved case archives.

Yan Ruyu held a pencil in her mouth and stared at the computer monitor with concentration.

From time to time, a vague sentence popped out of his mouth, "Baby... come on..."

"Hold the grass!" Wu Cuo was shocked, "Old Yan, what about...***?"

Yan Ruyu was too lazy to pay attention to him, Wu Cuo walked around behind and glanced at the screen. It turned out that Yan Ruyu went to the opposite side to sell a wave of residual blood, hooked up the other five people one by one, and gave a five-kill.

"pretty!"

At this moment, Wu Cuo's mood became excited with the game plot, temporarily putting aside his worries.

Yan Ruyu led his teammates to quickly push them to the opposite high ground and ended the game.

"What are you here?" he asked.

Wu Cuo pulled a chair and sat down next to him.

"I'll take a break."

"Come here? Let's take a break?" Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows.

"I stayed in the office and couldn't help but be in the case. Minghui and Xiaobai kept chasing me and asked, "What should I do if Zhang Xiaochun is not allowed... Don't mention it, it's still a slim place here."

Yan Ruyu leaned on the back of the chair with her upper body in a very comfortable look, "I said to you, what kind of criminal police officer, come in like me, just go in the back door, do a casual job, make a living, you are so comfortable, you don't listen, now you know I'm better?"

Wu mistakenly turned his head away from Yan Ruyu, "Can I be wrong? Don't make any jokes."

"It's okay if you don't want to listen. You can charge for a break here, two hundred per hour."

"Damn!" Yan Ruyu said slowly: "Why don't you go to grab money? Two hundred per hour?! At least you have to push your back and massage."

"Get out!" Yan Ruyu was amused by him, rubbed her hands, and looked like she was about to deal with people, "Old Wu, are you sure?"

"I was wrong." Wu Cuo gave in again. It can be seen that he was so tired that he didn't want to talk.

Yan Ruyu pushed him, "Do your best and leave your destiny, do you understand?"

"What's the meaning?"

"The best way now is to wait. The location of the body is known, wait for salvage, and wait for Lao Xu's autopsy results."

"But... it's been 4 years, what if the autopsy can't help us find the murderer?"

Yan Ruyu suddenly said seriously: "Why do we have to catch the right murderer? Is it important to capture Zhang Shuping or Zhang Xiaochun?"

"What do you mean?" Wu Cuo sat upright and stared at Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu shrugged, "Everyone is happy. Is it better to hand over a murderer? Anyway, Zhang Shuping has already pleaded guilty."

"Little Jinzi just found out that Zhang Shuping had a late stage of cancer, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was coming to the Public Security Bureau to hit the bus. He sacrificed his one to make a happy family."

"It turns out that you checked it because of this."

"No," Wu Cuo narrowed his eyes and said while thinking: "I have been thinking for the past two days, why should I cause this trouble for myself? Zhang Xiaoqiu's case has been settled, and the serial murderer has been arrested. It has ended successfully. No one mentioned Zhou Xizheng's matter. Who asked me to investigate his matter? What am I doing?

I figured it out just now."

"oh?"

"Have you heard of such a paradox? People who cheat cannot forgive me."

"You cheated?...Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you are not afraid that the other party will break your legs...three..." Yan Ruyu's voice became smaller and smaller.

I wonder if Wu Chou didn't hear it or did not want to pay attention to him.

Wu Cuo continued: "Why are people who cheat in a cheating habit? Because the cost is too small and the cost is too low. Anyway, the one in the family always forgives you, and the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

The same is true for crimes. Apart from being at ease with one bad crime, the murderer found that he could get rid of the people who hindered him in a simple and crude way without being punished. Why not? The probability of his crime again is much higher than that of ordinary people.

It is not for the sake of justice or truth to catch the real murderer. How much meaning can late justice and truth be for the dead person? It is not for the sake of showing off his skills - although I will be really proud if the case is solved, it is too fucking hard.

But the most important thing is to protect the next person who may become a victim.

This is the meaning of me doing this, so I want to seize the real murderer and let him be punished."
Chapter completed!