The two boys with injuries to their right hands were also students at Changyang Science and Technology Vocational School, sitting in the interrogation center’s chairs with an indifferent attitude.
Leaving one of them aside, ng Chengbiao brought in six detectives, entering the interrogation room all at once and sitting in a row.
Without saying a word, the sheer montum imdiately made the young ones realize the situation was different.
Nevertheless, the inertia of their behavior could not be easily changed. When asked how they got injured, the boy lied without blinking, "I got hurt playing around with friends."
ng Chengbiao lightly lifted his eyelids.
Ordinary people are like this, always thinking that police are like parents or teachers, that a simple lie can pass.
ng Chengbiao doesn’t rely on loud scolding, which is a thod used by class or discipline directors with no investigative skills. Ordinary educators can only use pressure to force students or children to confess willingly; if they don’t confess, there’s no issue.
Boys willing to fight have mostly received this kind of education in their previous life stages, creating a ntality that not confessing leads to no consequences, or that a simple lie will do, or even if caught lying, so long as one is thick-skinned, it won’t matter.
For minors, the biggest issue in the world is just losing face.
ng Chengbiao rely instructed the police officer beside him to take notes, then asked blandly, "Playing around with friends at school?"
"Yes..."
"Who were you playing around with?"
"Just a few people ssing around..."
"A few people?"
"Just two or three."
"Everyone got hurt, and you can’t recall them? Na them one by one." ng Chengbiao pressed further, forcing the youth in the interrogation chair to desperately fabricate lies.
"Just Chao and . Zuo Chao." He ntioned the other person caught with him, thinking he could cover it up.
"Just the two of you?"
"Mm."
"Note it down, Liu Bin and Zuo Chao got into a fight. Liu Bin, where did Zuo Chao hit you?"
Liu Bin stared blankly, "How would I rember that."
This ti, ng Chengbiao exerted a bit of pressure, "Both you and Zuo Chao have injured fists, with scars all over your hands, yet apart from your fists, neither of you has any injuries on your bodies or faces. Where did your fists land?"
Liu Bin instantly froze.
If he didn’t understand fighting, it would be fine, but he had actually fought before. Injuries to fists can’t be explained away with an uninjured body.
"Who did you hit?" ng Chengbiao asked again.
"I told you, if you don’t believe it, that’s your issue." Liu Bin decided to play the fool.
ng Chengbiao chuckled, not pressing further, continuing, "Where did the fight happen?"
"I already said, it was at school." Liu Bin beca irritable.
Patiently, ng Chengbiao asked, "Which building, what floor, what location specifically?"
This question made the respondent tense up.
As the saying goes, one lie requires countless others to fill the gaps. Liu Bin hadn’t anticipated such detailed questioning—fabricating on the spot required thinking.
"Building 4, I don’t rember the floor, who rembers those details." Liu Bin barely managed a response.
ng Chengbiao smiled, "Specify the exact ti, and I’ll have people retrieve the surveillance footage from that day. Of course, the guys you were fighting with should rember the ti and location too, correct?"
The 17-year-old boy in the interrogation chair fidgeted, making clinking noises.
The fabricated story he just conjured could never have consistent answers from his pals. Though, he believed for the part about fighting together, his mates wouldn’t be dumb enough to not lie the sa way; otherwise, it’d be inexplicable to anyone else.
But when it cos to exact tis and places, there’s no way they’d align before agreeing on a story.
Saying anything further was futile, so he instantly decided to shut up, refusing to answer a single question.
Aware of such situations, ng Chengbiao followed the core strategy of the entire interrogation: not aggressively confronting but rely smiling, standing up, and saying, "I’ll go ask Zuo Chao. Soone explain the policy to him, let him know what he’s missed."
With this testimony, Liu Bin’s foot was already half-stepped into prison.
He wasn’t turned in by others then captured, but was pinpointed through technical investigation tracking phone locations.
This step alone had considerable impact.
Because in China, sentencing is done by career judges. Criminal court judges have seen it all, so seeing the word "technical investigation," they know there’s a pile of docunts and records, aning significant credibility.
With such evidence, a judge can pass sentence confidently. Judges have also frequently encountered inadequate statents and recordings; in murder cases, they proceed cautiously.
Currently, Jiang Yuan leads the task force pursuing juvenile death penalty.
Beyond 16, and even beyond 14, one can be sentenced to death, though the requirents are naturally higher—not just for the cri but also for the evidence, demanding complete and clear evidence chains, because any doubts in the judges’ minds could result in lighter sentences.
To seek severe punishnts, the task force must not only solve the case but also solidify the evidence.
ng Chengbiao exited one interrogation room and entered another, repeating much the sa format, only with Liu Bin’s pattern, making it considerably easier—like a monkey harvesting dates from one tree then hopping to another.
Finally, ng Chengbiao compared the testimonies of the two against each other, presenting them separately to Liu Bin and Zuo Chao, and without a prisoner’s dilemma pressure, they enthusiastically confessed.
Moreover, both unexpectedly confessed to the involvent of a third person.
"Wang Shen was also involved in beating the deceased, and he was the mastermind." ng Chengbiao returned with interrogation records, finally showing a hint of accomplishnt on his face.
Liu Jinghui imdiately asked, "Three people beat soone together; how can we prove who the principal is?"
In court, saying "Hit him" doesn’t make you the mastermind. In reality, the likely outco is all three being primary offenders.
ng Chengbiao pointed at the transcript, correcting, "Not a principal, but a mastermind. They had preditated murder. The mastermind was this initially unseen Wang Shen. According to their statents, Wang Shen even offered them 100,000 yuan. Wang Shen was the one who pushed Zhang Xianyao into the water."
Liu Jinghui was taken aback, "Why?"
"Simply put, Wang Shen’s mother had an affair with Zhang Xianyao’s father." ng Chengbiao threw out a conclusion surprising everyone in the task force, watching their shocked expressions, he couldn’t help but laugh, "I was shocked when I heard it; Wang Shen confessed it himself. Zhang Xianyao didn’t even know."
"So Wang Shen killed Zhang Xianyao in revenge?" Liu Jinghui followed this line of reasoning, not without astonishnt.
"Correct." ng Chengbiao nodded, then reined in his smile, saying, "Wang Shen is thoroughly scheming. He even stalked Zhang Xianyao. After gathering Liu Bin and Zuo Chao, he not only spent a significant amount on them but also promised them 100,000 yuan, aiming to execute revenge on Zhang Xianyao during their juvenile years. This ti, Wang Shen didn’t even bring his phone, learning a thing or two and coming destined for murder."
Liu Jinghui and Jiang Yuan exchanged a glance, both sowhat overwheld by the information.
"The basic situation is that. I believe with proper evidence organization, Wang Shen could be liable for the death penalty." ng Chengbiao, also supporting Jiang Yuan’s pursuit of capital punishnt, was always pleased if his interrogation findings could tighten the criminal’s figurative coffin.
"I agree." Jiang Yuan nodded, essentially fixing the decision.
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