Chapter 1149: Chapter 1080: Sudden Interrogation
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wang Xiang repeated his earlier words. This was a very common reaction for suspects under interrogation. Still in shock, he hadn’t yet entered a state of rational thought where he could weigh pros and cons. But instinctively driven by fear and a desire to escape, he could only spout useless nonsense.
Liu Jinghui remained calm, crouched down, lifted Wang Xiang’s chin, and spoke in an extrely slow tone, “You can’t get away from this. Think about it—this is the cri scene, and you were hiding under the floor, in such a secluded sewer for several days. Can you explain that? If you can’t, we have witness testimonies.”
He was bluffing. If a professional or even a lawyer were present, they’d quickly brush this line of reasoning aside. But Wang Xiang didn’t have that option now and wouldn’t later either.
The most crucial aspect was that Liu Jinghui was rely pushing open a door—a foundation laid out. From here, Wang Xiang could start associating himself with the cri in various ways.
Of course, his thoughts wouldn’t align with those of the police, but the conclusions often ended up being the sa.
“I… I want a lawyer. I want to see a lawyer,” Wang Xiang finally raised his head, his intelligence beginning to return.
Liu Jinghui shook his head and replied, “This isn’t a TV drama. Let be clear: because this involves a murder case, and there is solid evidence, you’ll only be allowed to see a lawyer after you cooperate and complete the police interrogation.”
A criminal investigator standing nearby coldly added, “Even if you see one, it won’t help. Just tell us whether you killed her or not.”
“I didn’t kill anyone!” Wang Xiang seed bolstered by the challenge and answered firmly.
Liu Jinghui, who had studied psychology as well, imdiately spotted the issue and pressed further, “Who did kill her?”
“It’s… it’s…” Wang Xiang’s expression wavered for a mont, but he said nothing.
Seeing this, Liu Jinghui suddenly stood up and ordered, “Interrogate Wang Yuxian and tell him this is his last chance.”
While speaking, Liu Jinghui kept his eyes locked on Wang Xiang.
Wang Xiang understood instantly.
As the exchange went on, while Wang Xiang’s fear hadn’t significantly diminished, his intelligence had slowly co back online.
Even with the faint trace of intellect he had regained, Wang Xiang realized that clinging to silence or resisting would likely only benefit Wang Yuxian.
All preditated murderers, when they carry out their cris, experience an inexplicable confidence that they can evade police investigation—no matter how irrational or foolish this confidence might be. It’s simply a part of their mindset. Without it, they likely wouldn’t resort to murder.
On the other hand, if they weren’t confident in avoiding suspicion, they either wouldn’t carry out the murder plans or more often would end up committing cris of passion.
Nowadays, people’s preventive awareness is relatively weak. Many major corporate owners don’t even have bodyguards around them. If no precautions are taken, it’s inevitable that the enemies and disgruntled individuals they’ve offended will not be few.
Wang Xiang clearly didn’t want to die.
If he had the courage to face death calmly, why would he hide in this foul-slling sewer for several days?
He was only 23 years old, tall at 180cm, athletic with abs, and good-looking enough to attract won at bars without spending a di. If asked whether he regretted it now, Wang Xiang would surely say yes. But even with his limited intelligence, he knew he didn’t have ti for regrets.
“I’m the victim. Wang Yuxian killed her—I didn’t know about it.” Wang Xiang figured he had to say sothing. Otherwise, there’d be no way to explain why he was there, why he was hiding in the sewer, or to prevent Wang Yuxian from pinning everything on him.
For Liu Jinghui and his team, as long as Wang Xiang started talking, that was enough.
On the surface, Liu Jinghui’s expression remained unchanged as he asked, “Why do you claim you’re the victim?”
“I… I really am the victim. But I saw Wang Yuxian kill her—I can testify as a witness, act as a whistleblower!” Wang Xiang hurriedly replied.
Liu Jinghui smirked. Unlike foreign systems with whistleblower protections offering immunity or reduced sentences, the dostic legal frawork had no such provisions. Here, it was more about earning rit by confessing cris—a distinction akin to an 80% discount rather than full immunity.
So Liu Jinghui didn’t bother correcting Wang Xiang’s misunderstanding.
Instead, he coolly asked, “Alright then, tell us how Wang Yuxian killed her.”
An ordinary person at this point might inquire why Wang Xiang had witnessed Wang Yuxian committing the cri or why he was present at the cri scene. But for a police officer, details of the murder were the priority.
Asking the forr questions would increase suspicion toward Wang Xiang as a non-direct perpetrator of the cri. But asking for murder details served multiple purposes—it confird the authenticity of Wang Xiang’s testimony, identified Wang Yuxian as the direct perpetrator, and lowered Wang Xiang’s guard. As for Wang Xiang’s actual involvent, Liu Jinghui reasoned that if he didn’t confess now, they could always confront Wang Yuxian later to get the full story.
anwhile, a police officer with a cara had quietly switched it on to record everything.
Now, Wang Xiang had decided to throw others under the bus to save his own skin. After brief hesitation, he said, “Wang Yuxian, being a prop master, knows how to mix substances. That day, he used so Knockout Drug to knock Li Aiyuan unconscious. He said he wanted to do sothing, so I went to the next room. When I ca back, he had strangled her. He claid Li Aiyuan woke up midway, and he panicked, accidentally killing her. By then, she was already dead—I had no other choice but to hide.”
This explanation elicited slight amusent from the police listening in. It was overly polished yet riddled with flaws.
Liu Jinghui remained calm and asked, “What kind of Knockout Drug was it? How did it knock her out?”
“Like in the movies—you spray so onto a mask or cloth, cover their mouth, and they pass out.” Wang Xiang spoke quickly.
Jiang Yuan interjected, “You said Wang Yuxian wanted to ‘do sothing.’ Did he actually get to that?”
“I don’t think… I don’t think he got the chance. Maybe the dose wasn’t enough. When he called over, his pants were still on.” Wang Xiang’s response was noticeably slower this ti.
Jiang Yuan shook his head and intentionally bluffed, “So you’re the one who had intercourse with Li Aiyuan? Was it rape?”
“No, it wasn’t rape.” Wang Xiang hesitated, then lowered his head and said, “We were dating.”
“Dating her, yet you let Wang Yuxian ss around with her?” Liu Jinghui responded with an incredulous expression deliberately designed to provoke.
Wang Xiang slowed his speech even more and said, “He’s helped a lot in the past, and when he asked, I felt I couldn’t refuse. We were just casually dating anyway—it wasn’t anything serious. He said we’d start, and after we were done, he’d use the Knockout Drug on her and follow up. Since she’d already been with , she wouldn’t be able to tell afterward. He said if she’s unconscious, it wouldn’t matter.”
“If her mouth is covered, wouldn’t she know?”
“He said the drug makes them completely lose mory, like roofies.” Wang Xiang was speaking more freely now.
At this point, Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui exchanged glances. Jiang Yuan said, “But the murder didn’t happen as you described—with her being strangled. Wang Yuxian stood behind Li Aiyuan and covered her mouth, suffocating her. At the ti, were you standing in front of Li Aiyuan?”
Wang Xiang froze, and a wave of imnse fear overwheld him.
He had hoped to dodge punishnt—not entirely, but at least partially. But Jiang Yuan’s words made him realize, even with his limited understanding of the law, that he was now being implicated as an accomplice to murder. Most chilling was the fact that the tall officer sohow knew the positions of everyone involved during the killing.
With his level of understanding, Wang Xiang couldn’t grasp the capabilities of forensic technology.
Wang Xiang couldn’t stop himself from thinking about Wang Yuxian.
“Did Wang Yuxian tell you this?” Wang Xiang asked.
“Confess your own actions.” Liu Jinghui raised his voice slightly and said, “Think carefully—if you lie, don’t count on being treated as a whistleblower.”
Wang Chuanxing glanced over—was this level of bluffing even allowed?
Wang Xiang believed it. Furrowing his brow, he said, “Yes, I was standing in front of Li Aiyuan at the ti, but I didn’t do anything. I had my thing in her—it was feeling good—and Wang Yuxian suddenly covered her. I didn’t want it, but he acted before I could stop him!”
Even for seasoned criminal investigators, Wang Xiang’s words were a shock to the senses.
Liu Jinghui followed up, “This wasn’t the first ti you two collaborated like this, was it?”
Wang Xiang remained silent for a while before saying, “Let’s not talk about the past.”
“What’s your relationship with Wang Yuxian?” Liu Jinghui shifted to a different question.
“He’s a hotown friend. He helped out in the beginning, introducing to so people and connections.”
“And then you started collaborating to get won?” Liu Jinghui looped back to his original line of inquiry.
“Just… in the past, we’d ss around at bars or sothing. I’m good at attracting won; Wang Yuxian isn’t, so he’d pick up my leftovers.” Wang Xiang didn’t bring up any transactional details.
Liu Jinghui hesitated. More specific questioning could tie Wang Yuxian to multiple rape charges, which would undoubtedly aid their case against him later.
But as this was a field interrogation, the evidentiary strength and situational context didn’t allow for a detailed inquiry. Building a rape case required extensive details—specific acts, durations, frequency—resulting in thick docuntation for criminal filings.
No regrets at this point. Liu Jinghui quickly decided to follow his earlier track: “What about Li Aiyuan? Such a beautiful star, and yet you were willing to share her with Wang Yuxian. What did he offer you in return?”
Wang Xiang wavered for a while, realizing his explanation didn’t make sense, before admitting, “He promised to get a lead role in a film. Plus, Li Aiyuan was introduced to by him.”
“Couldn’t Li Aiyuan introduce herself?”
“Li Aiyuan was just… just playing around with .” Wang Xiang said with a sneer, “She was giving money.”
Liu Jinghui figured it out—Wang Xiang essentially acted as a male model or gigolo for her.
Turning back, Liu Jinghui pressed further, “How could a prop master promise you a lead role?”
Wang Xiang: “He had connections with sponsors and bigwigs.”
“So he set up these bigwigs to drug female celebrities?” Liu Jinghui imdiately deduced an implicit profit-driven network.
Wang Xiang dropped his head and said, “I don’t know much about what he does—I didn’t really participate. This was the first ti.”
Liu Jinghui didn’t buy it, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he delivered a prepared “big move”: “You were having sex with Li Aiyuan while standing, as Wang Yuxian stood behind her, covering her mouth and suffocating her. You just stood there and watched?”
“I… I didn’t react in ti.”
“It takes a considerable amount of ti to suffocate soone.”
Wang Xiang’s replies beca smoother: “I was busy… I was really tired. Wang Yuxian said the longer you cover her, the better the effect—she won’t have any mory if she wakes up. I didn’t think much about it. How could I have known Wang Yuxian would end up killing her? I was scared stiff at that mont!”
“So you’re claiming it was an accidental killing?”
“I don’t know about Wang Yuxian—I truly didn’t an to kill anyone. I’m a victim too…”
Liu Jinghui interrupted Wang Xiang’s pleas, pointing at a nearby vertical shaft, “If it was accidental, why did you prepare a hiding spot in advance?”
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