Chapter 109 Eyewitnesses

Wenxiang, it has been a while since it was so lively.

The last time that attracted so many residents to watch happily was when the feed store at the east end of the road caught fire. At that time, the flames were soaring into the sky, and there were many rescuers. The smell of roasted corn spread far and wide, which doubled everyone's sense of participation.

Chen Fan's hardware store is also a well-known big store in Wenxiang. It belongs to the local high-end heavy industry and has certain core technologies. Sometimes, nearby repair shops will come to the door and ask for technical support.

"I didn't expect that hardware stores all do that."

It was a mess around, and all the locals were discussing in their local dialect.

Jiang Yuan occasionally understood a sentence, turned his head in surprise, and asked: "Which one does that?"

"You are a foreigner, you don't understand, they do that." The local said and laughed.

"It's not that, it's that." Another local corrected.

"Oh, it's that of that..." Someone else stood up.

There was no gunshot in the tight security.

Jiang Yuan looked down at his phone. Almost 20 minutes had passed. At this point, the suspect did not shoot. Most of them would not shoot, or they did not have a gun.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Yuan's phone buzzed.

"Come in. The fish is not big, but it is very strong." Liu Jinghui's voice was full of excitement.

"Okay. Immediately." Jiang Yuan was also very curious about this man's situation. I don't know how much impact it will have on the case.

The police officers on both sides of the shopping street withdrew, allowed the people to enter, and evacuated the crowd.

The bosses of the shopping street cheered up and shouted with all their strength:

"Selling mops, washbasins, stainless steel shovels..."

"Beer, melon seeds, drinks..."

"Brooms, mop skins, cockroach medicine, rat medicine, dog skin plasters"

"Selling chickens... good chickens..."

Each boss tried to take advantage of the opportunity of his colleagues offering sacrifices to sell a high~ climax.

Policemen from various places stopped to watch, or were enthusiastically pulled into the shops by the shop owners.

Two snipers slowly climbed down from the roof.

The older one was calm and composed, like a leisurely gecko.

The younger one was a little disappointed, and looked around as he climbed, probably feeling a little regretful that he had not played his role fully and let a second-class merit go.

The backyard of the hardware store, inside the high red brick wall, was reinforced with a layer of cement wall, which looked quite solid.

Although the surrounding shops and houses all had a tendency to get close to the hardware store and occupy the remaining space, they were all blocked by the red brick wall of the hardware store.

Jiang Yuan had to enter the backyard of the hardware store to see a dim but spacious factory.

The most conspicuous one is a CNC machine tool, and there are also lathes, boring machines and other machines that look very old and have been used for countless times...

In one corner of the factory, there are a lot of express boxes, which are exposed with various machined parts, including gun barrels, gun stocks, gas meters, gas handles, pressure valves, screws, gaskets, etc. On the side with better light, on several tables wrapped in black leather, several unassembled air guns can be seen with the naked eye.

"So arrogant?" Jiang Yuan was surprised. The total shopping street in Wenxiang is as big as thousands of corpses, and now there are hundreds of policemen. It is a bit imprudent to produce firearms with such an exaggerated density of police force.

Chen Fan said dejectedly: "I was just about to pack up."

"How do you pack up? Is there anything in your factory that is not prohibited?" Liu Jinghui sneered, pointed casually, and said: "You have more than a dozen assembled guns here, and there are so many parts. Why do you have so many? Are you crazy?"

Chen Fan kept mumbling, but didn't say a word. He wanted to explain, but was a little afraid of being beaten.

An hour ago, he was still a happy hardware store owner, but now, seeing that prison life is waving in front of him, the change of emotions is hard to describe.

And there are more terrifying things in his heart.

Lucky and panic.

Liu Jinghui changed his tone and said: "As I told you before, don't think about confronting us. Confrontation will not do you any good. You know how guns are identified, right? More than 2 joules per square centimeter is considered a gun. Do you know how many guns are here?"

Chen Fan shook a little, but still didn't say a word.

Liu Jinghui chuckled. If it were in the past, he would have had Chen Fan taken away. But this time, his target was not Chen Fan, but the more important gang of serial murders, so the most important thing now was to get Chen Fan to speak.

After a moment of silence, Liu Jinghui said, "If you don't say anything, then I'll tell you. In our gun management regulations, the loose parts of guns are identified in this way. The loose parts that can be combined into a set are calculated as one gun. For those that cannot be combined into a set, they are calculated as thirty pieces per gun. In your own factory, tell me how many parts are there?"

Chen Fan trembled all over and looked at Liu Jinghui in disbelief.

Liu Jinghui looked at Chen Fan with regretful eyes.

Liu Jinghui actually lied. The calculation method he said was the identification method for smuggling guns, not the identification method for manufacturing guns.

But Chen Fan obviously didn't do much research in this regard.

Liu Jinghui successfully tried out this conclusion and immediately felt relieved.

According to his plan, if Chen Fan is knowledgeable and knows that in criminal law, the identification of parts for illegally manufactured firearms is different from the identification of parts for smuggled firearms, then he will just act like a blackface and leave the interrogation to others. .

Now it seems that Chen Fan is ignorant, which means that he is a young man who has never undergone prison reform. As expected, he still has huge shortcomings on the road to crime, so it is not a lie.

Liu Jinghui then took a screw from the table next to him and said, "You have so many parts here. If I counted them all for you and made them according to the standards of firearms, how many guns would you have?" ? You will die in prison."

Chen Fan raised his head with difficulty, his face turning pale.

Jiang Yuan looked at him and felt a little depressed. He obviously has the ability to independently process mechanical products and has the ability to make money, but he uses it to process firearms. He has already started processing and manufacturing firearms, and he has not even read the relevant items of the criminal law. Of course, if he had read it, he might not process and manufacture firearms anymore. .

Liu Jinghui continued: "There are so many of us, we are not here to catch you alone. You cooperate with us and tell a few superiors and subordinates to come out. If the parts you have here can be regarded as common parts, I will give them to you." You count it as a common part..."

Chen Fan seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said hurriedly: "Yes, I am processing these parts for other purposes, not for making guns."

"It doesn't matter what you say." Liu Jinghui looked at him coldly.

Chen Fan lowered his head again under Liu Jinghui's gaze for dozens of seconds.

Liu Jinghui struck while the iron was hot and took Chen Fan directly to the Wenxiang police station, put him on the "tiger bench", and couldn't wait to interrogate him.

The tiger stool is a bit like an older baby's eating chair, with the wrists, ankles and backs tied up. The baby chair is to worry about the child falling down while eating, while the tiger stool is to worry about the suspect becoming emotional and suddenly doing something irrational.

Liu Chu's interrogation skills can't be said to be outstanding within the scope of the provincial department, but when dealing with criminals like Chen Fan who have never been to a detention center, they are really too good.

In just one or two hours, Chen Fan just poured beans out of a bamboo tube and sold all his properties.

At this time, Chen Fan thought that arresting him was for making firearms.

Liu Jinghui took a sip of water, adjusted his mood, and stabbed the most deadly sword of the day: "You have made so many air rifles, but you didn't think about hunting or anything like that?"

"No...just occasionally, I hunt rabbits or something." Chen Fan did not dare to completely deny it, so he spoke cautiously.

"We found more than just rabbits from your house." Liu Jinghui had prepared for this sword for a long time, and Chen Fan could not easily dodge it.

"No, definitely not..."

"This is a trivial matter. It would be pointless if you lied." Liu Jinghui suddenly frowned, as if he had been unfairly treated.

Chen Fan quickly recalled, could there be some uneaten pheasant left in his refrigerator?

He often went to the mountains to hunt. Not only did he hunt with his uncle, but he also occasionally went up to the mountains to try out his guns. When you get to the mountains, you naturally shoot whatever you see. It is impossible not to shoot pheasants when you see them.

The more times I hunt, there are always some uneaten prey that I have accumulated.

Then, Chen Fan remembered that the medicinal wine he made contained eagles and snakes. In fact, ordinary people used poisonous snakes to make wine. There were also many people in Wenxiang who used eagles to make wine. Several people who were caught were It was a confiscation of fines, but at this time, Chen Fan felt that he could only admit a little more.

Under Liu Jinghui's gaze, Chen Fan pretended to be generous and said, "Just admit it. I've also shot eagles and made wine."

"What about again?"

"I also shot birds, just a few sparrows and so on."

"Then think about it carefully..."

After Liu Jinghui found many prey in his routine, he slowly picked up the second epee today: "Where did you kill these things?"

Chen Fan didn't know why, so he forcefully replied: "It's our hometown."

"Wenxiang, are these animals distributed?" Liu Jinghui looked into his eyes.

Chen Fan was stunned and whispered: "Yes."

"Have you ever been to Wulong Mountain?"

"No." Chen Fan immediately shook his head, his movements much faster than before, and obviously more intense.

Then he started to defend: "Wulong Mountain is a nature reserve, I will definitely not go there. I will just walk around my house."

Liu Jinghui had a stern look on his face and said in a deep voice, "You have never been to Wulong Mountain? We found a mineral water bottle with your fingerprints in Wulong Mountain."

Only then did Chen Fan suddenly remember that he was arrested because of his fingerprints, and his face suddenly turned pale. At this time, he suddenly wanted to rush out, but after struggling, he felt that his hands and feet were tied.

His back felt cold, his face turned pale, and he looked at the large words in the interrogation room: leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I, I..."

"Think about it before we talk." Liu Jinghui had already sensed some of Chen Fan's thoughts through his expression. At this time, he saw that he wanted to lie, so he interrupted him directly.

Chen Fan remained silent.

Liu Jinghui allowed the atmosphere in the interrogation room to condense. After a while, he asked softly: "How many have you killed?"

Chen Fan's heart trembled and he became extremely panicked.

"If you didn't tell me, I would have counted them all on you..."

"That won't work!" Chen Fan felt that he had figured it out, swallowed, and said cautiously: "I'm just an errand boy. Really, I should be considered a witness, the kind of tainted witness."

There is no such concept as a tainted witness in China. Liu Jinghui naturally did not explain much, just looked at Chen Fan and said: "Then what did you see?"

"Just... I saw them kill people." Chen Fan's voice was low, but his emotions were extremely strong.

Chen Fan also accumulated a lot of psychological pressure in witnessing the murder.

Jiang Yuan was standing outside the interrogation room at this moment, watching the surveillance video, seemingly listening calmly, turning a fountain pen in his hand from time to time, turning it very neatly. His fingers were slender, and he turned the pen like a fan disk. When he heard the suspect's words, Jiang Yuan's pen fell to the ground with a click. He bent down to pick it up and stood up. At this moment, his heart fell back to where it was.