National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 1050 - 983: Public Company

Chapter 1050: Chapter 983: Public Company

"Don’t try to scare me, when I was scaring people off, you were still wetting your pants!" Lao Pu, with handcuffed hands, slapped the table hard, his whole body straining as if he wanted to pull the chair up by its roots.

The interrogating officer chuckled: "Lao Pu, don’t get antsy, you’re breaking your own character this way."

"Didn’t you want to see what I look like in the underworld? This is what I look like." Lao Pu was angry, like a pufferfish with his eyes about to burst out.

Getting angry, are you? It’s because I hit the nail on the head, isn’t it?" The interrogating officer didn’t expect it to be this simple; he thought it was going to be a tough battle, but recalling the groundwork laid by Jiang Yuan, he realized that Lao Pu wasn’t as stable under the threat of the death penalty as he had previously appeared.

Lao Pu began to shake the chair, shifting his backside, struggling to break free from his restraints.

To no avail.

The interrogating officer waited quietly, waiting for him to vent, before saying coldly: "Done with your tantrum, let’s continue with the interrogation."

Lao Pu muttered, "All that talk about tool marks and whatnot is just nonsense..."

"Do you know why we didn’t catch you back in the day?" the interrogating officer suddenly countered.

This question was too crucial, of course, Lao Pu wanted to know, so he was immediately controlled.

The interrogating officer exchanged a smile with the officer next to him. Normally, police wouldn’t give too much information to the suspect, perhaps no information at all, they wouldn’t even tell you why they arrested you, they’d just keep asking for confessions, resulting in rounding up a bunch of ducks when trying to snag chickens.

However, Lao Pu was different. He’s an old hand in the game, not one who’s always struggling at the bottom like those small-time gangsters. He’s truly been involved in big money, amassed wealth as an old hand.

As everyone knows, the hardest thing in the world is to push your own thoughts into someone else’s mind, and to pocket other people’s money into your own.

Anyone who’s made money in an industry, especially big money, must have a good understanding of that industry.

As Lao Pu himself said, it’s quite hard to fool him.

Now is the time for real stuff, for evidence.

The interrogating officer wasn’t like Jiang Yuan, who could nab three suspects in an hour; his main task now was interrogating Lao Pu. It didn’t matter if it took days, and thus, he was well-prepared to say: "We didn’t catch you back then because we had the wrong investigation direction. We didn’t expect the victim was stabbed over a rental disagreement, we considered issues like property distribution and inheritance, as well as his former enemies..."

The interrogating officer smiled, explaining in detail: "Rent is market-driven, later it was rented out to your boss, so it was at market price. And this victim was quite a tough guy; his thousands of square meters of retail space weren’t exactly clean money. Following the principle ’who benefits most is the most likely culprit’, we went in circles and couldn’t solve the case."

The victim’s thousands of square meters of retail space in Beijing, even 18 years ago, was wealth unattainable by most, plus other assets, and the fights over inheritance from his business partners and relatives, shifted the police’s focus.

The police at the time didn’t imagine the murderer would be a prospective tenant looking to rent those retail spaces.

Wrong investigative direction, naturally, the case remained unsolved.

At this point in the interrogation, the officer looked at Lao Pu, smiling, "But now we’ve found you. By focusing on investigating this case with you, what do you think will happen?"

Lao Pu pretended to be calm, "I don’t know how you’re trying to frame me, but that’s a very old case. It can’t be whatever you say it is."

"That knife of yours is actually quite famous." The interrogating officer began, "You were really fond of it, right? You only gave it up because your boss told you to."

Lao Pu kept a straight face and said nothing.

The interrogating officer chuckled, "See, you used that knife for three assault cases and one murder. You say you didn’t commit the murder, and the victim can’t come out to testify. But the victims of those three assault cases are all alive, and they recognized you from the photo we showed them!"

The interrogating officer counted on his fingers, "That famous blade of yours, you didn’t lend it to anyone, did you?"

Lao Pu remained silent. He was an old criminal; he saw the pit the interrogating officer dug for him right away. Admitting to lending it to someone else would mean taking responsibility for those three assault crimes, including possible grievous bodily harm.

The rest, whom you lent it to, must also be clarified. Without a pre-arranged deal to take the fall, randomly pointing at someone is useless.

For the detectives, if you claim someone borrowed the knife, you need to provide the time and place, the reason for the loan, and if the police catch the person you accuse, they will ask the same questions. If the details don’t match, then certainly one person is lying.

Lovers bicker often with unclear results because no one records their arguments, without using voice recorders or video equipment. Otherwise, following the interrogation model, a clear winner could always be determined.

Foreign interrogations are similar, which is why lawyers always remind the accused "don’t say a word."

But domestically, criminal investigators won’t end their interrogations, and lawyers won’t get to see their clients.

Lao Pu relied solely on his experience to resist interrogation.

The policeman sitting across him, smiling through the window barred with iron, tapped the desk and said, "So you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin, huh? How about I tell you a few more things?"

"Please do," Lao Pu was already feeling uneasy but still wanted to hear what evidence the police had.

The thought he had was that the knife should have been disposed of; back when he was young and naive, he couldn’t bear to throw away the fine Nepalese blade he had acquired by chance after using it.

Of course, having used it to kill someone, he ultimately disposed of it. As for the question of why he didn’t change knives when committing the murder, it was a matter of using the most familiar weapon!

years ago, Lao Pu was living each day without thinking of the future, never imagining he could wash away his past and surface clean.

Slap!

The interrogating officer slapped his hand on the file and said, "Lao Pu, do you still remember the boasting you did back in the day?"

Lao Pu shuddered, instantly replying, "Bragging isn’t necessarily the truth."

"The boasts in prison can be quite true," the interrogating officer paused, "Especially when someone remembers them too clearly, with details that match the crime scene, which the police haven’t disclosed to the public!"

On-scene identification is a very important aspect of criminal cases and plays a key role in preventing wrongful convictions.

If someone is forced to confess under torture, they wouldn’t be able to identify the scene or articulate the details clearly, making it difficult to pass the death sentence review, and hard for the suspect to even send themselves away.

Conversely, if someone’s bragging matches the actual details of the crime scene, it raises suspicion towards them.

And bragging in prison is an indispensable phase of prison life.

Lao Pu fell silent once again.

"Also, do you remember the driver who came to pick you up that day?" the interrogating policeman said, mentioning another key figure.

This time, Lao Pu could no longer hold it in, repeating, "Are you bluffing me?"

"What’s there to bluff about? Your boss’s driver’s nickname was ’Corpse Runner’, right. He’s been involved in not just a few cases. After being caught by God Jiang, in order to get a reduced sentence, he also ratted you out," said the interrogating officer nonchalantly.

This piece of evidence wasn’t actually conclusive since ’Corpse Runner’ wasn’t at the murder scene. He was just parked at the agreed location, waiting to drive away as soon as Lao Pu got into the car.

However, combined with the previous pieces of evidence, Lao Pu had very little wriggle room left.

"What do you guys want?" Lao Pu was starting to feel overwhelmed.

The interrogating officer said simply, "Your boss."

"You’d better think this through. My boss is a listed company’s boss," Lao Pu stared at the other party. He wasn’t afraid to rat out his boss, he was afraid that after doing so, his boss would walk scot-free.

The interrogating officer confidently said, "That’s exactly what we want, a listed company!"

"Give me a cigarette," Lao Pu uttered the classic line from interrogations, which in the world of policemen and criminals, "Give me a cigarette" is as common as "I’m going to take a shower" in the world of adults.

Click.

The interrogating officer opened the iron door and came in to light a cigarette for Lao Pu.

Lao Pu inhaled deeply, took another drag, held it for a long time and then exhaled, saying, "I want to see God Jiang; I will only confess to Jiang Yuan."

"Jiang Yuan’s main profession is a forensic doctor, and he isn’t even part of the Zhengguang Bureau police..." the interrogating officer casually tried to persuade.

Lao Pu shook his head firmly, saying, "I know Jiang Yuan has taken down a listed company before and came out without a scratch. I don’t trust you guys!"