novelaction Chapter 808 New Discovery, I'd Rather Die Than Confess
Chapter 808 New Discovery, I'd Rather Die Than Confess
After a long and stressful day of investigation, Qin Chuan dragged his leaden legs back to the temporary housing. The room was dimly lit and silent. He went straight to the table, grabbed a water glass, and downed the water in one gulp. The cool liquid slid down his throat, but his exhaustion and the doubts lingering in his mind remained undiminished.
As he put down his water glass, his gaze inadvertently fell on the remaining water stains on the glass. The irregular shape of the stains resembled a key, instantly unlocking the door to his memory. The two cups of leftover tea on the coffee table at the crime scene suddenly flashed into his mind. The teacups at the scene were dry, showing no signs of drinking, yet Zhao Gang's testimony firmly insisted that he and Wang Qiang had been drinking and talking together before the incident. This subtle yet crucial contradiction, like a sharp wedge, was driven deep into his seemingly flawless chain of reasoning.
Qin Chuan's eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's, his previously tired gaze now filled with a searching light. He slowly sat down, crossed his hands to support his chin, and his brain began to work at high speed, like a sophisticated instrument, re-examining every detail of the case. If Zhao Gang lied about drinking tea, then his entire previous confession was likely riddled with inconsistencies. He tried hard to recall every expression and every subtle movement Zhao Gang had made during the interrogation; those answers that seemed natural and fluent at the time now revealed suspicious points everywhere. The footprints and fingerprints at the scene, as well as Zhao Gang's description of the crime, all seemed to cleverly connect with this small lie, pointing to a more complex truth.
Thinking of this, Qin Chuan could no longer sit still. He abruptly stood up, his movements hurried, the chair scraping against the floor with a sharp sound. He quickly threw on his coat, rushed out the door, and ran towards the police station. The night was deep, the streets deserted, only the sound of his hurried footsteps echoing in the silence.
The police station building was brightly lit, like a beacon in the darkness. Qin Chuan strode into the building, the familiar bustling scene coming into view; his colleagues were still diligently working at their respective posts. He paused briefly, took a deep breath to calm his rapid breathing, and then convened the interrogation team to revise the interrogation plan. In the meeting room, the atmosphere was heavy and tense. Qin Chuan's voice was steady and powerful as he methodically assigned tasks, his eyes revealing unwavering determination.
Returning to the interrogation room, Qin Chuan's eyes held a newfound certainty and confidence as he faced Zhao Gang. The interrogation room was dimly lit, the atmosphere oppressively suffocating. Zhao Gang sat in a chair, his hands nervously rubbing together on his knees, his eyes darting away, avoiding Qin Chuan's gaze.
"Zhao Gang, tell me again, what did you and Wang Qiang talk about when you had tea that day?" Qin Chuan's voice was calm and low, but it carried an undeniable air of authority that echoed in the small interrogation room.
Zhao Gang's expression changed slightly. His already pale face instantly lost all color, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. However, he quickly put on a brave face and stammered as he repeated his previous statement, his words trembling with obvious guilt.
"Are you sure?" Qin Chuan stared intently into Zhao Gang's eyes, his gaze piercing as if trying to penetrate his very soul. "There's no trace of you drinking tea on the teacups here."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang's body jolted violently. His hands, which had been rubbing together incessantly, stopped abruptly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, glistening in the harsh white light. He opened his mouth, but something seemed to choke him; he wanted to defend himself but couldn't utter a single word.
“Zhao Gang, every lie you tell will only make your situation worse.” Qin Chuan’s voice was deep and powerful as he spoke each word clearly. “Who is behind this?” His voice echoed in the interrogation room, like heavy hammer blows striking Zhao Gang’s psychological defenses.
Zhao Gang's mental defenses began to crumble. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest heaved violently. Under Qin Chuan's relentless questioning, he finally broke down completely. He covered his head with his hands, curled up into a ball, and cried out, "I'll talk, I'll talk... I was threatened, I had no choice..." His voice was choked with sobs, filled with despair and helplessness.
With Zhao Gang's confession, the case finally saw a major breakthrough. It turned out that Zhao Gang had been threatened by a mysterious figure who blackmailed him, threatening the lives of his family, to force him to take the blame for someone else. This mysterious figure was very likely the real killer lurking in the shadows.
After Zhao Gang broke down in tears, confessing that he had been threatened into taking the blame for someone else, the atmosphere in the interrogation room became extremely tense. Everyone thought the case was about to see a major breakthrough, but when the interrogators eagerly inquired further about the identity and details of the mysterious person, Zhao Gang suddenly seemed like a different person, his lips tightly pressed together, uttering not a sound. No matter how the interrogators reasoned with him, appealed to his emotions, or even asserted the authority of the law, Zhao Gang kept his head down, unmoved by any amount of talk. The air in the interrogation room seemed to freeze, trapped in a suffocating stalemate.
Qin Chuan sat in the monitoring room, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes fixed on the screen showing Zhao Gang, silent in the interrogation room. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, his mind racing. As an experienced criminal investigator, Qin Chuan knew that in this situation, relentless interrogation would only backfire. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then decisively ordered: "Stop the interrogation. Re-examine the scene, expand the scope, and don't overlook even the slightest trace. At the same time, re-examine the interpersonal relationships between the deceased Wang Qiang and Zhao Gang, leaving no possible connection unexplored." His voice was firm and powerful, injecting a much-needed boost of confidence into the struggling investigators.
The police returned to the crime scene, this time with a more rigorous attitude and professional equipment. Technician Xiao Li, holding the latest trace evidence detection equipment, meticulously searched every corner of the room. His eyes, like searchlights, didn't miss any suspicious detail. "Last time we focused on footprints and fingerprints; this time we need to see if there are any other overlooked traces," Xiao Li muttered to himself, his voice tinged with tension and anticipation, as he operated the equipment.
In the corner of the living room, Xiao Li suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the floor. In the dim light, an extremely fine scratch caught his eye. The scratch was very new, almost imperceptible without close inspection. His heart suddenly raced; an intuition told him that this scratch was likely inextricably linked to the case.