novelaction Chapter 1059 Escorting Li Biao for Identification
Chapter 1059 Escorting Li Biao for Identification
小王适时翻开物证鉴定意见书：&34;11月12日21:07，你名下尾号9999的手机基站定位，与红星机械厂直线距离78米。这违反了《移动通信终端取证技术规范》中正常活动的时空规律。&34;他的食指敲击着报告上的热力图，那些代表信号强度的红色区域，像极了犯罪现场的血迹分布。
Li Biao's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his jade thumb ring clinked softly against the metal tabletop. Suddenly, Xiao Wang switched interrogation tactics, placing a photo of Zhao Dehan's daughter face down on the table: "According to the 'Law on the Protection of Minors,' we have already taken protective measures for the victim's family. But do you know?" He slowly turned the photo over; "The little girl now asks every day, 'When is Daddy bringing home a strawberry cake?'" This kind of "emotional resonance interrogation method" has a success rate of up to 67% in breaking through a suspect's psychological defenses.
"Enough!" Li Biao suddenly sprang to his feet, the clanging of handcuffs echoing in the confined space. His pupils dilated to 8mm due to a surge of adrenaline—a typical stress response. Xiao Wang immediately initiated "progressive pressure interrogation," signaling Xiao Sun to leave temporarily, while he himself pulled his chair closer to a safe distance: "Tell me, are you going to do it yourself, or borrow Liang Kuan's knife?"
During the three-hour tug-of-war, Li Biao went through a complete psychological cycle from denial and repudiation to wavering. When Xiao Wang presented the recovered chat logs from his phone—those unsent drafts containing threatening content—Li Biao's psychological defenses finally crumbled. He began to confess to the crime, his voice gradually changing from an initial hoarse resistance to a mechanical statement.
"That bastard Zhao Dehan," Li Biao's nails dug deeply into his palms, "thinking he'd got me cornered? He guaranteed Liang Kuan's 300,000 yuan loan, and pocketed 150,000 yuan himself." His eyes were vacant, as if he were back on that rainy night, "On the evening of November 12th, I had someone invite him to the machinery factory, saying it was to discuss new 'business'." Based on the "scene reenactment effect" in criminal psychology, Xiao Wang didn't interrupt, letting him immerse himself in his self-disclosure.
&34;本来只想教训他，&34;李彪突然剧烈咳嗽，&34;但他挣扎得太厉害，抄起钢管就砸了下去...&34;他的描述中出现&34;替代性攻击&34;特征，将主观故意转化为被动防御。小王立即运用&34;矛盾点捕捉法&34;：&34;那为什么要用梁宽的剁骨刀分尸？为什么选择在火锅店冰柜藏尸？&34;
As the interrogation deepened, Li Biao confessed to the entire criminal chain: hiring unemployed individuals to carry out the kidnapping, exploiting Liang Kuan's family weaknesses for coercion, and using complex financial transactions to conceal his criminal motives. When discussing the details of disposing of the body, he even specified the weight of each body part—a typical example of "overcompensatory confession," where the suspect attempts to alleviate his guilt by providing more details.
The interrogation lasted seven hours, and Li Biao's confession formed a complete chain of evidence. Following the "Regulations on Procedures for Handling Criminal Cases by Public Security Organs," Xiao Wang meticulously checked the transcript sentence by sentence, highlighting key information related to time, location, and physical evidence. As Li Biao pressed his fingerprint on the 27-page transcript, the morning light shone through the blinds of the interrogation room, illuminating the final footnote of this bloody transaction in his distorted shadow.
The cold rain of early winter, carrying a chill, made the rusty iron gates of the Hongxing Machinery Factory gleam. Li Biao was held by the arms of two special police officers, his shackles leaving two crooked marks in the mud. His dyed blond hair clung to his sweat-soaked forehead, and his once-shiny crocodile-skin shoes were now covered in black mud. Xiao Wang stood in the center of the factory, holding an umbrella. The beam of his investigation lamp pierced the pervasive musty smell, illuminating Li Biao's trembling fingertips: "Explain clearly, what did you do here on the night of November 12th?"
Li Biao's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his gaze darting away from the dried, dark red stain in the corner—the forensic doctor had found Zhao Dehan's DNA there. "I...I just had a few words with him," he stammered, his voice trembling in the wind. The shackles suddenly tightened, and the SWAT officer pressed down hard on his shoulders. "He said he was going to report me for loan sharking, and...he even took out his phone to record me..."
"Where's the video?" A drop of water dripping from Xiao Wang's umbrella landed on the evidence bag, which contained the shattered phone found in Li Biao's car. Li Biao's eyes suddenly widened in panic, as if he could see that rainy night again, Zhao Dehan holding the phone and backing away, the blue light of the screen illuminating his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face: "Li Biao! You built affordable housing with substandard cement, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
“He started it!” Li Biao suddenly sprang to his feet, only to be forcefully pinned down beside the rusty machine tool by the SWAT officers. “He grabbed a steel pipe from the ground and hit me, so I… so I grabbed it back to fight back!” His fingernails dug into the cracks in the machine tool, where several dark blue fibers remained, perfectly matching the fabric of Zhao Dehan’s work clothes. A searchlight swept across the machine tool base, revealing several fresh scratches that closely matched Li Biao’s account of the “robbery.” Technicians immediately used a silicone mold to take samples; the mold emitted a faint “sizzling” sound as it solidified.
"Where did the first blow land?" Xiao Wang pressed closer, the tip of his umbrella pointing to the outline of the bloodstains on the ground. Li Biao's lips trembled as he raised his handcuffed hand to gesture: "The back of his head... He fell down right then and there, spitting out blood..." He suddenly gagged violently, the murky rainwater mixed with snot running down his neck. "I was terrified, so... I dragged him to that corner over there." He pointed to the depths of the factory building, where there were obvious drag marks on the ground, about 40 centimeters wide, matching Zhao Dehan's shoulder width.
As the escort team moved to Liang Kuan's hot pot restaurant, three kilometers away, the rain intensified. Li Biao stared at the freezer in the back kitchen, his legs suddenly going weak, almost collapsing to the ground. "This is it." His voice trembled, his gaze avoiding the stainless steel inner wall of the freezer—where several fine scratches remained, determined by the forensic examiner to be caused by the vibrations of the chainsaw during the dismemberment. "I told Liang Kuan to empty the freezer, and he... he was so scared he kept crying, but he wouldn't dare disobey me."
"What tools did you use?" Xiao Wang gestured for the technician to open the evidence box, where a cleaver gleamed coldly. Li Biao's pupils contracted sharply, his breathing becoming rapid: "It's...it's this one, the one Liang Kuan usually uses to chop bones. And there's a chainsaw, I got it from the building materials store..." He suddenly covered his face, sobs escaping between his fingers, "When they were cutting...blood was splattered everywhere. Liang Kuan wiped the floor three times with dish soap, but the smell was still there..."
The searchlight shone on the freezer compressor, clearly showing the burn marks at the wiring connections. "Why dismember the body?" Xiao Wang pressed, slamming his umbrella handle heavily into the ground. Li Biao's voice suddenly sharpened: "That bastard Zhao Dehan broke the rules of the underworld! He has my ledger of delivering substandard cement to the construction site. If we don't deal with him properly, my whole family will be in jail!"