freenovelworld Chapter 959 Scene Identification, Case Closed
Chapter 959 Scene Identification, Case Closed
Xiao Wang frowned and pressed, "Tell me the details of how you committed the crime."
Zhou Meihong wiped away her tears and slowly said, "I found out Li Dejun's schedule beforehand, knowing that he would check the workshop every day after get off work. On the day of the incident, I had Qin Yong hide behind the pile of stones beforehand. When Li Dejun came alone, Qin Yong injected him with insulin. Watching him slowly lose consciousness and collapse to the ground, I didn't feel a single bit of guilt." Her voice gradually turned cold. "Then Qin Yong injected air into his jugular vein, and soon he stopped breathing. We buried his body in the pile of stones, fabricated the scene, and I even went to a hotel with Liu Jianguo during that time to create an alibi for myself."
"Why choose such a complicated method?" Xiao Zhou asked, staring into her eyes, asking the same question he had asked Qin Yong.
“Because I didn’t want others to know that he was murdered,” Zhou Meihong said with a bitter smile. “I wanted to make it all look like an accident so that I could inherit his property and run away with Qin Yong. I also transferred 20 yuan to his account as a reward for him and to put his mind at ease.”
Looking at this almost crazed woman, Li Ming asked in a heavy tone, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
"Of course I'm scared!" Zhou Meihong suddenly burst into tears again. "I can't sleep every night. I always feel like Li Dejun's ghost is watching me. But I have no way back. I can't lose my current life, I can't lose Qin Yong..." Her voice grew softer and softer until it became a murmur to herself.
"How much do you know about the interest groups behind that cement plant?" Li Ming suddenly changed the subject.
Zhou Meihong was stunned, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes: "I...I don't know anything. I just want to get rid of Li Dejun. I really don't know anything else."
Xiao Zhou noticed her hesitation and said sternly, "Zhou Meihong, now that things have come to this, you'd better confess honestly. We already have some clues about your relationship with Liu Jianguo and Chen Yanhua, and whether you know about their network of interests. If you don't cooperate, it will only worsen your crime."
Zhou Meihong remained silent for a long time before finally sighing, "I do know they had problems with the procurement, and I even got some benefits from it. Liu Jianguo promised me that as long as I didn't tell anyone and kept Lao Li in check, he would give me even more benefits. I originally thought that as long as Li Dejun was dead, I could leave with the money and Qin Yong and never have to deal with these people again. But now, everything is over..."
After saying all this, Zhou Meihong seemed to have exhausted all her strength, slumping into a chair and staring blankly at the ceiling. Silence fell once more in the interrogation room, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall, as if counting down the days to this tragedy.
Two days later, gloomy clouds hung over the Dongchuan Cement Plant, and a light rain mixed with cement dust fell within the cordon. Zhou Meihong stood in front of the pile of stones, handcuffed, her black trench coat fluttering in the wind, the gravel beneath her feet making a soft crunching sound. She stared at a dent in the pile of stones, then suddenly began to gag violently, her body trembling violently from the metal restraints.
"Zhou Meihong, explain the details of the crime in detail." Li Ming's voice pierced through the rain.
She looked up, rain and tears streaming down her pale cheeks: "That evening at six o'clock, I texted him saying there was an emergency at home and asked him to come to the workshop early." Her finger mechanically pointed to the blind spot of the surveillance camera at the edge of the stone pile, "Qin Yong was hiding in that corner, holding a syringe in his hand."
Xiao Zhou opened his notebook: "Is the syringe filled with insulin?"
“Yes, the veterinary insulin I bought online was in much larger doses than the human insulin.” Zhou Meihong’s nails dug deeply into her palms. “When Li Dejun walked over here, Qin Yong suddenly rushed out and grabbed him from behind. He struggled and kicked his helmet off. I still remember the sound of the metal hitting the ground…” Her voice trailed off, and a sob escaped her throat.
Xiao Wang held up photos of the physical evidence: "And then you injected air?"
"It wasn't me! It was Qin Yong!" Zhou Meihong suddenly screamed, rain dripping into her collar through her messy hair. "He pressed Li Dejun against the stone, tied his arm with a tourniquet, and forced air into his vein like a syringe. Li Dejun stared at me with wide eyes and his mouth wide open, but he couldn't make a sound..." Her body shook violently, and two police officers immediately stepped forward to support her.
Meanwhile, Qin Yong was escorted to the other side of the factory area. He stared at the rusty iron gate, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "When Zhou Meihong messaged me that day, I was playing games at an internet cafe. She told me to wear that work uniform, saying that it would be less noticeable if it was covered in cement dust." He kicked away the gravel at his feet, revealing dark red stains underneath. "I waited here for forty minutes, and my fingers were so cold I couldn't feel them."
Yang Sen crouched down and used tweezers to collect a sample from the ground: "Which direction did Li Dejun come from?"
“Over there,” Qin Yong pointed towards the administration building, his eyes vacant. “He was looking down at his phone and didn’t even see me. When I rushed over, his phone fell to the ground, the screen cracked. When I stuck the syringe into his arm, he thought I was a subcontractor coming to collect payment.” He suddenly laughed, the laughter echoing in the empty factory area. “He said, ‘Xiao Qin, let’s talk this out,’ but Zhou Meihong kept urging me to hurry up on the phone…”
Li Ming pointed to the pile of stones: "What about the burial process?"
Qin Yong's smile froze on his face as he slowly walked towards the pile of stones: "He wasn't completely dead yet; his limbs were twitching. Zhou Meihong told me to find the heaviest stone, saying she wanted to smash his head open." He bent down and picked up a sharp granite rock, simulating a throwing motion. "The first throw missed, and blood splattered on my work clothes sleeve. The second throw..." His voice suddenly choked up, "The second throw hit his temple, and his brains mixed with rubble splattered out like spilled tofu."
Two groups of police officers took notes of the statements, while on-site evidence collectors continuously took photos and samples. When Qin Yong said, "Zhou Meihong used Li Dejun's phone to send a message to Liu Jianguo, inviting him to a hotel," Li Ming's eyes met Xiao Zhou's—a detail that had never been mentioned in previous interrogations.
The rain intensified. After pointing out the cement pipe where the syringe was hidden, Zhou Meihong suddenly rushed towards the pile of stones, her forehead slamming heavily against a sharp rock. A police officer quickly pulled her back, but she burst into maniacal laughter: "Serves him right! He deserves it! Who told him not to divorce me..." Her screams were swallowed by the rain, while Qin Yong, a hundred meters away, gestured with his handcuffed hands how to wrap a tourniquet, his face a blank, mechanical expression.
When the two teams returned to the police station, the evidence bags contained bloodstained stones, a broken cell phone screen, and syringe remnants extracted from a crack in a cement pipe.
The chain of evidence in the entire case is now completely conclusive.