National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 452 - 452 416 Big Thunder_2

452: Chapter 416: Big Thunder_2 452: Chapter 416: Big Thunder_2 Li Feng talked for two hours non-stop until his mouth was dry and he started to repeat himself, yet he still hadn’t mentioned Liao Baoquan.

It was then that Meng Chengbiao reminded Li Feng, “What exactly is the relationship between Jia Chengfeng and Liao Baoquan?”

Li Feng was taken aback; he vaguely felt that he might have said too much, but it was something that couldn’t be helped.

Many seasoned criminals needed to be interrogated several times before they learned how to gauge their words properly.

With insufficient experience and a dislike for reading, Li Feng was easily manipulated by Meng Chengbiao.

“Liao Baoquan…” Li Feng recalled, “I don’t know the specifics, but the two had confrontations.

There were two occasions when Liao Baoquan came looking for Jia Chengfeng, and they had quite a fierce argument.

The second time, Liao Baoquan left behind a vehicle, and Jia Chengfeng had someone deliver white-striped pigs twice, making a good amount of money.”

“Did Jia Chengfeng often use Liao Baoquan’s truck?” Meng Chengbiao asked.

Li Feng replied, “He would use it when the prices were especially high and the market was good.”

“Then wouldn’t Liao Baoquan be at a loss?”

“Definitely, he could lose tens of thousands at a time.”

“And Liao Baoquan was okay with that?”

“Jia…

As long as Jia Chengfeng wanted to use the truck, he could get it.

He had leverage over him.” Li Feng wasn’t the smartest, but as the conversation continued, he gained some clarity and asked, “Was Jia Chengfeng hacked by Liao Baoquan?”

Meng Chengbiao neither confirmed nor denied it, replying with a question, “Why do you think so?”

“With frequent extortion, Liao Baoquan couldn’t stand it anymore.

Liao Baoquan’s truck was bought on loan, and business hasn’t been good lately; the pressure must be huge.” Li Feng’s guess elicited a nod from Meng Chengbiao, who promptly continued, “Liao Baoquan’s refrigerated truck is considered good in Miao He County.

If he handled his business well, he could have made a lot.

Jia Chengfeng was just messing around.

After their previous arguments, Liao stopped quarreling, probably harboring murderous intentions…”

Meng Chengbiao gathered all the information he wanted and didn’t hesitate to send Li Feng back.

At the same time, Meng Chengbiao pulled Zhang Qi to the Miao He County Central Hospital.

Jia Chengfeng had been transferred there and was recuperating in a specialized ward.

From the moment they walked in, the two started recording and continued with their good cop, bad cop routine on Jia Chengfeng.

In fact, no matter how they played it, Jia Chengfeng couldn’t withstand the pressure.

His subordinates were all piling blame on him; a nascent and energetic organization, by official standards, lacked protection, caution, and counter-surveillance measures.

It was continuously developing through violence, without significant financial reserves or networks.

Meng Chengbiao didn’t need to trap him; simply presenting the information given by his subordinates was enough to make Jia Chengfeng crumble.

The man on the bed was much more vulnerable than a woman.

Jia Chengfeng lay there while Meng Chengbiao and Zhang Qi pressed him from both sides, along with the company’s downfall and his life almost over, he became desolate.

Jia Chengfeng asked, “If I speak, can I get a reduced sentence?”

“That depends on the significance of the cases you disclose and whether anyone has provided that information before,” Meng Chengbiao tempted him, saying, “The bigger and more numerous the cases you report, the more likely you are to receive merit.

The standards for merit and significant contributions are all in writing; I won’t deceive you…”

“I don’t trust you.

I want more witnesses, a lawyer, and the leaders of your criminal police team.” Jia Chengfeng’s only hope now was to get a reduced sentence.

After a few more questions and confirming that Jia Chengfeng truly had something to disclose, Meng Chengbiao decisively requested that Jiang Yuan and Xu Xuewu be brought over, along with a local lawyer.

With some assurance in place, Jia Chengfeng finally felt a bit at ease and waited for the camera to start before he stopped beating around the bush and said, “Liao Baoquan has killed someone, and he has a gun that I stole.”

The technician holding the camera couldn’t help but shake at that revelation.

Anticipating this, Meng Chengbiao pressed on, “How do you know he killed someone?”

Jia Chengfeng replied, “When I stole the gun, there was also a police badge next to it.

The name of the officer was He Boyong; you know about this case, don’t you…”

The expressions of those present varied.

Xu Xuewu, in particular, had felt as if he had just learned to walk upright again; pacing a few steps before mentally reciting “503 Gun Theft Murder Case” several times to calm himself down.

Xu Xuewu was more than familiar with the case; it was mentioned more than once in meetings and trainings that he attended.

Back then, He Boyong, the police chief of Anhai City, had violated regulations by taking his gun home.

He was attacked and killed, and the gun was lost.

Subsequently, Anhai City experienced four armed robberies, with two additional people shot dead.

It was a high-profile case overseen by the ministry, which had remained unsolved for several years.

Xu Xuewu had never imagined that such a significant case was hidden right in his jurisdiction.

“Where are the gun and the police badge?” Meng Chengbiao continued to inquire.

At this moment, finding the gun was the most critical issue.

This was not only for safety considerations but also key to advancing the case.

“They’re buried in my yard, inside a jar.” Jia Chengfeng whispered the location where he hid them.

Xu Xuewu immediately took out his cell phone and called his subordinates to retrieve the items.

Meng Chengbiao then started from the beginning, asking, “What does the gun look like?

What model is it?”

“Type 92, with six bullets,” Jia Chengfeng said, “I looked it up on the internet.”

“How did you steal it?”

Jia Chengfeng let out a barely perceptible laugh and answered, “Mainly because of that refrigerated truck he drove.

Where in Miao River County could you find such a thing?

He moved to the county with the truck, and I had to keep an eye on him.

Later, my people told me he’d bought a safe.

Once I learned it was just a standard safe, I knew a skilled thief.

So, while he was away driving, I went to his house and cracked the little safe.”

“What’s the name of the thief you mentioned?”

“Known as Grey Donkey.

He knows the ropes; he only cracked the safe without as much as glancing inside,” Jia Chengfeng paused before continuing, “Inside there was 60,000 yuan, two home-cast gold bars totaling over twenty grams, two Rolex watches, and then the gun and badge.

I gave Grey Donkey 30,000 yuan, and that settled the matter…”

Meng Chengbiao looked back at the leaders and continued to probe for details about the timing of the crime, the means of communication, and the vehicles used.

Jia Chengfeng’s responses were natural.

Fabricating a case is very difficult when there are so many details to cover, especially with the gun and badge as evidence.

Without waiting for Meng Chengbiao to finish inquiring, Xu Xuewu stepped out to make a call.