National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 151 - 151 147 Footprint Expert

151: Chapter 147 Footprint Expert 151: Chapter 147 Footprint Expert Case Handling Center.

The green ivy leaves in the corridor were dark, like an old green ivy that no one cared for.

Several experienced detectives imparted their wisdom to Jiang Yuan.

In the interrogation room, what should be said and what should not be said.

In the interrogation room, the criminal suspect, Liu Chang, had just finished reading the “Criminal Suspect Litigation Rights and Obligations Notice,” and was in the middle of signing it.

In a murder case, even if it was a county public security bureau, each step was taken as closely as possible to the textbook.

Otherwise, there were plenty of people eager to teach you a lesson.

“What’s your name?”

“Liu Chang.”

“Have you ever used any other names or nicknames?”

“No.”

“Your ethnicity, date of birth?”

…

“I want to see the footprint expert,” Liu Chang answered a few questions and suddenly stopped cooperating, shouting out loud.

His expression was somewhat panicked, and his face was very pale.

Wearing a pair of half-frame glasses, he was, to be honest, quite a handsome young man.

He was also tall, which was a considerable advantage.

Sitting across from him, Wu Junhao, who appeared exceptionally strong and muscular in his police uniform, patiently coaxed, “Didn’t we agree, to begin with the statement taking, and someone would be here soon?”

“It’s been so long, he should have arrived by now.

If he’s not coming, just say it, don’t lie to me,” Liu Chang’s expression turned very serious.

His pupils were constantly shifting.

Wu Junhao, fierce in capturing criminals but gentle during interrogations, continued to persuade, “There’s no need to lie to you.

If you want to see someone, we have to notify them first, and then they come over before they can meet with you…”

“You just said fifteen minutes.”

“And it hasn’t been that long yet.”

“Then show me the time.”

Wu Junhao tensed up again, it wasn’t good to show the time during an interrogation; that was a basic rule of interrogation.

“Then I want to see my dad,” Liu Chang made a new demand, which changed the expressions of everyone both inside and outside the interrogation room.

It’s generally easier to trick a 25-year-old.

Those who enter the interrogation room come up with all kinds of wild ideas.

Those who imagine their offenses to be minor, and those who feel innocent, are numerous.

Liu Chang believed that he was guilty of accidental homicide and was convinced of it.

Only then did we have a basis for dialogue.

In a real interrogation room, there would at least be one fool.

That was the so-called principle of the interrogation room.

All of a sudden, Liu Chang’s mind seemed to clear up a bit, which was the most nerve-wracking part.

If he refused to confess, then the following case handling process would be difficult.

It could be said, the happiness of the next one or two weeks for hundreds of officers depended on Liu Chang’s attitude at this moment.

As for Liu Chang’s father, he was a 50-year-old seasoned player in the officialdom, with a certain level of official rank, to say he was difficult to deal with was an understatement.

“You are already 25 years old, you don’t need a guardian to accompany you,” Wu Junhao suddenly stated, piercing through Liu Chang’s sensitive heart.

He had seen far too many boys who wanted to become men through words and shouts.

A slight prick at the muscle related to the “troubles of growing up,” and they exploded on the spot.

Liu Chang did indeed become angry, his hands trembling as he yelled, “I want to see the footprint expert, right now!”

No longer insisting on seeing his dad.

Wu Junhao let out a sigh of relief but didn’t dare to continue the interrogation.

As it happened, Liu Chang’s father was actually being held in an interrogation room next door.

Liu Chang’s father was much more experienced.

He looked like a minor authoritative leader.

When they had just captured him, he still wielded official airs, the fierce kind.

Such people usually possess an iron will in most situations, like feces under the blazing sun within a pile of stones—smooth to the touch, seemingly hard in the shell, but hollow when broken open.

But to old Wu, he was not worried about interrogating Liu Chang’s father.

For people like him, the simplest method was to wear them down with persistence; even the hardest stool softens in water over a few days, stirring it lightly dissolves it away.

An old hand with a past in power and money is quickly corrupted and has many weak points.

On the other hand, young people like Liu Chang, with violent mood swings, were unstable and easily changed their stories.

Juat a while ago in the car, he was providing a clear confession, but once inside the interrogation room, he changed, and who knows what peculiar behaviors he might display next.

People who have committed murder have some psychological issues to a certain degree.

Wu Junhao didn’t want a clear murder case to turn into a confusing mess, as muddled as snot.

Outside the interrogation room.

The professionals had also realized that Liu Chang’s emotions were uncontrollable, and after hurriedly instructing Jiang Yuan a few words, they let him into the room.

A group eagerly watched the surveillance, fists clenched, as serious as if they were fans of the home team.

Jiang Yuan knocked on the door and entered the interrogation room.

Wu Junhao was using the biggest interrogation room, long and wide, with a third near the door barricaded by iron bars.

Liu Chang sat inside, unable to find even a single window, and the overhead spotlights only exacerbated his irritability.

The so-called “tiger bench” was fully extended.

A man of six-foot-four had to stretch the bench to its limit, and still, his legs spilled over.

His arms, laid on the table, also protruded too far, almost making it impossible to lock the handcuffs on.

The two restraints behind him, however, posed no problem, but Wu Junhao had not put them on him.

That thing was uncomfortable once put on, certainly more annoying than a seatbelt, and he was afraid that Liu Chang, ready to confess, wouldn’t be happy about it.

Before a criminal confesses, policemen always appear like considerate big brothers.

Only once they have them in their grasp do the police show their fierce side.

Mature policemen are usually like mature scoundrels.