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Chapter 70

Ah Cong said while filling the rice, "Wait a minute, I will go with you after I finish eating with my aunt."

Qin Chuan and Jiang Wenchi looked at each other, then nodded to A Cong.

As the sun was setting, Jiang Wenchi and Qin Chuan were sitting in the small courtyard. Through the window of the main room, they saw A Cong eating with Mrs. Zhai in the room.

The old man can't hear the news on TV, but he always likes to comment on the news.A Cong's tone was quite impatient, but he had to correct her every time.The old and the young come and go, noisy but harmonious.

Qin Chuan sighed silently, took out a meat floss rice ball from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Wenchi.

Jiang Wenchi was stunned: "I remember that the convenience store here didn't sell it."

Qin Chuan: "It was given by Team Xiao."

Jiang Wenchi was surprised: "Team Xiao has the same taste as me."

As he spoke, he unwrapped the rice ball and ate it with a smile.Seeing her satisfied, Qin Chuan also opened a rice ball and took a bite.

At this moment, a notification tone sounded on the phone's WeChat, and Qin Chuan clicked on it to see that it was Xiao Haisheng.

[You kid ran really fast, the rice ball money hasn't been transferred to me yet!I don't know how strict my wife's audit is! 24.5, no change! 】

"Any new clues?" Jiang Wenchi said, leaning over to see.

Qin Chuan quickly deleted Xiao Haisheng's dialog box.

Jiang Wenchi only had time to see him delete a dialog box, realized that he almost saw the leader's little secret, and got up from the bamboo stool in embarrassment: "I didn't mean it, Team Qin."

Although he knew that Jiang Wenchi had misunderstood, but he couldn't think of how to explain it for a while, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly fell into embarrassment.

Jiang Wenchi took a few steps in the small courtyard, pushed the door of A Cong's room lightly, saw that the group photo from last time was still on the bedside, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of it.

Just after filming, A Cong came out from the main room.

The boy was wearing decent clothes, a white short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and a pair of black canvas shoes. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary high school student in the school.

"I'm done eating, let's go."

There was an indescribable tranquility on the young man's youthful face, and he walked out without looking back after he finished speaking.

Jiang Wenchi and Qin Chuan followed out, and A Cong got into the police car consciously, without saying a word all the way.

A Cong kept looking out of the window, his eyes were shining brightly from the sunset, he looked very seriously, as if he was trying to remember the appearance of this village.

Jiang Wenchi sat beside him, observing him silently, with growing doubts in his heart.

Arriving at the interrogation room of the police station, without waiting for Jiang Wenchi and Qin Chuan to ask any questions, A Cong said directly, "I killed that Chun, my uncle and Li Jiaji."

Qin Chuan and Jiang Wenchi looked at each other.

Jiang Wenchi looked at A Cong: "How did you kill Na Chun?"

A Cong: "Didn't you all see it? It was poisoned to death."

Jiang Wenchi: "Please describe in detail the process of killing Na Chun."

A Cong paused, frowning and thinking, as if he was trying to remember and organize his words: "I shot him with a gun, then poisoned him, and finally put the body in the theater."

Jiang Wenchi stared at A Cong's eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "You mean, you shot him with a gun first, and then poisoned him?"

A Cong was taken aback for a moment, and quickly said again: "First poison, then use a gun... Anyway, that's how I killed, and I can't remember these details, won't you check it yourself?"

In a hurry, he returned to his usual irritable and stubborn rebellious attitude.

Jiang Wenchi: "Where did you get the gun?"

A Cong frowned and thought for a while: "I bought it."

Qin Chuan laughed now: "Where did you buy it? How much? Who did you buy it from?"

A Cong bit his lip and thought hard, for a long while, he probably couldn't make it up, and said in a broken jar, "It happened a long time ago, I don't have a good memory, I don't remember it."

Jiang Wenchi continued to ask: "Do you remember the recent incident? Where did you put the gun after it was used up? How many bullets are left in the gun?"

This question seems to have stumped A Cong. He frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "Anyway, it's at Chun's house. There's... one or two bullets in the gun. I can't remember. I was... I was I was so nervous that I couldn't even remember."

Jiang Wenchi: "You said that you also killed your uncle Zhai Lao and Li Jiaji, so Chun is the third person you killed."

Jiang Wenchi seemed to be unable to hold back his laughter as he spoke: "Why are you still so nervous?"

A Cong was irritated by Jiang Wenchi's ridicule, and leaned back in his seat unhappily: "You don't care! I'm only 17 years old! Isn't it normal to be nervous about killing people? Have you ever killed someone? What do you know!"

Facing Na Chun's answer, both Jiang Wenchi and Qin Chuan were taken aback, and shook their heads helplessly.

A Cong is quite dissatisfied with their elders who look at their children's mischief: "Don't look down on people! Although I am only 17 years old, my strength is no worse than that of adult men. Is it strange that I kill people? There are so many underage people. Murderer, don't you have any experience as criminal police? No wonder it took so long to solve the case!"

Qin Chuan suddenly said harshly: "Then what is your reason for killing them?"

A Cong was taken aback for a moment, and thought for a while: "I...my uncle always takes care of me and doesn't give me money, so I'll kill him when I get angry."

Jiang Wenchi: "What about Li Jiaji?"

A Cong frowned: "He...he owed my uncle money, I went to ask for the debt, and if he wanted to renege on the debt, I killed him."

After finishing speaking, he rushed to answer, and then said: "As for Na Chun, he is actually my uncle, but he used to treat my aunt badly and always beat and scolded her. Although my aunt has been dead for many years, anyway, I have already killed her. There are many people, one more person is not too many, anyway, I am not yet an adult, so you can't shoot me."

Jiang Wenchi looked at A Cong's ignorance and fearlessness, and sighed: "Do you think being shot is the scariest thing? I think, since I was 17 years old, I have been locked up in prison for 20 years. The best time in my life is like this." Consumption is the scariest thing."

A Cong's fearless expression loosened a bit, but he just licked his lips and said with a straight neck: "I don't regret it. I will only be 20 in 37 years. People are growing."

Jiang Wenchi and Qin Chuan looked at each other and walked out of the interrogation room.

Jiang Wenchi exhaled helplessly: "Sure enough, he is still a child. If he can maintain the acting skills he had when he first left home, I can trust him a little more."

Qin Chuan smiled: "At that time, it probably wasn't acting. He probably really felt that he could take the blame for the person he wanted to protect."

Jiang Wenchi: "Maybe, it's those 'those' people."

Qin Chuan looked at Jiang Wenchi's determined look, and asked with a smile, "You already have an idea?"

Jiang Wenchi said seriously: "I'm not sure yet, but this photo may give me the answer."

(End of this chapter)