light, short, scattered

Chapter 149 "Female Ghost in the Day" Part II
10 minute later.

The four police officers sat down together and started chatting in the office.

"It's really messy."

"We arrested everyone and asked all the doubtful points. Didn't everyone expect this result? All the questions that we had sorted out were all confused."

A policeman picked up the form on the side, took a look at it, and said thoughtfully: "This is what you found over there, we also found a lot of strange things here."

"A lot? His wife can't handle it anymore?"

"His wife didn't do anything, but she made us discover something else."

"Don't give a shit."

"It's very simple. Their relationship is not getting along as a couple."

"What questions did you ask? Is this what made you ask?"

"No, no, no, I can tell."

"Okay, okay, great. If you find something interesting, please tell me and don't leave any ink."

"You asked me to say that I can't explain it, but you will definitely understand it once you hear it. It's funny and strange. I'll let it out now and let's feel it."

One of the four policemen took out his voice recorder and pressed the button on it.

There is a recording in the recorder and it starts playing.

. . . . . .

"Sorry, I brought you here in your company. Thank you for assisting us in the investigation. We need to know something about your husband."

"Ok."

"Did your husband not go to work on June [-]rd?"

"Yes, I have a stomachache. He came back and took me to the doctor."

"May I ask what happened to him after he came back?"

"No exception."

"Didn't you notice that the car was broken?"

"I was trying to drive, but I crashed the car. Did my husband commit a crime? Is it serious?"

The policeman frowned slightly and said: "You are here to answer questions, not to ask us questions. It is necessary for us to doubt you. You and your husband colluded in advance to give a confession."

"why?"

"We asked you here to find evidence, but I need to tell you the following things. Have you ever thought that if you create these testimonies for us now, it will completely affect our judgment? Your husband has admitted that he committed murder. Why are you carrying it? If you are misleading us, we have the right to imprison you."

"Wait, he killed someone? And he admitted it?"

The two policemen looked at each other and smiled. One leaned against the other and whispered to the other: "Go on, add more fire."

"Yes, he admitted everything. If you continue to make false statements that make us unable to believe your testimony, we will also sue you for obstructing justice. Although it does not constitute a crime, we can still detain him for more than 5 days and less than 10 days. of."

"I know I was wrong."

"Well, we hope you can confess what you say next. And take responsibility for every word and word you say next."

"I understand, it was him who asked me to say this."

"Did he mean your husband? What did he ask you to say?"

"I don't know anything. Will murder be punished by death? These are what he forced me to say. I am innocent."

"Can you tell us what happened? How did he force you?"

"Can I ask who he killed?"

"This?" The two policemen looked at each other, but didn't know how to answer.

"Colleague? Did he throw it into the sea? I know he and his colleague have always had misunderstandings? He must have done this."

"Sorry, can we know what he forced you to do?"

"He beat me and was violent every day. He has a bad temper. I have no doubt that he killed someone."

"Your answers are getting weirder and weirder. Is there any conflict between you and your husband? Can you explain what he forced you to do? This is a question we asked, and we don't need you to answer the questions we didn't ask."

"He pushed me, pushed me on him. He told me not to answer anything. Now I have said everything and I hope he gets the punishment he deserves."

"Okay, then next question. Your relationship is not good, right?"

"No, that's fine. No, Mr. Police, people will be punished when they make mistakes. I'm doing this for his own good. If he kills someone, how should he be sentenced? I don't know anything, I didn't tell him A gang."

One of the policemen covered his ears and whispered: "Ask about the small clinic."

"I'm sorry, didn't you have a stomachache on June [-]rd? Which hospital did you go to?"

"Sorry, I forgot. He refused to take me to a big hospital for medical treatment. There are so many small clinics nearby, I really forgot."

The policeman whispered in the other's ear: "No need to ask, it's of no value. I'm a little doubtful. Is this my wife? Why is she more ruthless than the enemy who killed my father? Could it be that she is wearing a hat for her husband?"

"I'm sorry, miss, you said before that your husband abused you. I want to ask him why he treated you like this, and why did he receive a call from you on the way to work and take you to the clinic?"

"No, no, Mr. Policeman. He may be sick and unstable."

"But from what we heard, I think it's you who has the problem. You said your husband hit you, right? Are there any bruises?"

"I told him that he is capricious, and he hasn't hit me for a long time."

"We have audio recordings and transcripts here. You just said that he beat you every day."

"Yes, I mean he beat me every day. Not hard, but he beat me every day so there are no marks."

Hearing this, the policeman said to another policeman beside him: "Stop asking, it's pointless."

Another policeman nodded and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. We will analyze what you said."

"Okay, can I go then?"

"By the way, can we go to your house tomorrow to collect evidence? We need to borrow your computer investigation data and the car's driving recorder."

"Are these not problems? So can I go back now?"

. . . . . .The policeman pressed the pause button on the recorder.

"What do you hear here?"

"The husband and wife are not harmonious? Is my husband being cuckolded?"

"You are thinking the same thing as me, you really want him to die early."

"This wife was okay when she didn't know anything at first. But when she found out that her husband had committed something wrong, she wanted him to die every minute."

"Have you ever thought about showing these recordings to her husband to see his expression?"

"Is this the most poisonous woman's heart? I thought two people would communicate before. I also thought about breaking the logic of this communication, but I didn't expect this result."

"I think the woman must have cuckolded the man. Why don't you hurry up if you can kill the man this time?"

"Don't make blind guesses, you need evidence."

"Speaking of the evidence, it's so confusing now. Should we just follow his wife to get the driving recorder and computer data? Try to solve the case as soon as possible."

"Wait, did his wife let him go?"

"I'll definitely let him go. He's been sent away long ago."

"If she has a conflict with the suspect, wouldn't letting her go now allow her to destroy the only evidence?"

"Evidence? What other evidence is there?"

"Computer backup and driving recorder, you idiot, in the last recording, you told her to pick them up tomorrow. Doesn't this mean she should go back and destroy them? If they are really destroyed, what will happen to this case?"

The four police officers almost sat up from their chairs.

"I'll call her wife."

"You should just go back now and not chase me."

. . . . . .

Half an hour later, the police came to the parking lot and found the car.

The driving recorder has been removed, but the traces of its installation are very obvious.

"Torn down."

"Something happened."

"Go up and find someone. I'll collect evidence on the car first."

The policeman ran up panting and rang the doorbell, and my wife opened the door naturally.

"Hello, we are here to collect evidence."

"You just called me to ask me about the computer, and I wanted to turn on the computer to help you find it. I just got home and found that the computer was broken. It must have been unused for too long," the wife said.

"Miss, if you behave like this, we are obliged to convict you of obstructing official business."

"What? As a woman, what do I know about computers? If it's broken, it's broken. Because my computer is broken, you're going to convict me?"

"What about the dash cam? Why is the dash cam in the car missing?"

"What dash cam?"

"Please come with us again."

"What did I do?"

Two policemen rushed up and one of them said: "There are obvious traces of the installation of a driving recorder in your car, but you said there is no such driving recorder. You are affecting our investigation of your husband's case. I hope you can cooperate with us." Take a walk. You have already committed obstruction of justice. Stop resisting and attacking the police. This is a bigger crime. I hope you understand."

At this time, the two policemen who had collected evidence from the car also came up downstairs.

"You guys keep it down, we'll stay and investigate."

Ten minutes of searching followed.

One found the dash cam in the spare room.

Another person observed the computer for a long time and then took it apart.

"Is the computer broken?"

"It's broken. There are traces of violent knocking. It's probably that the motherboard is deformed and broken. It's not a big problem."

"Can it be fixed?"

"No need to repair it, just remove the hard drive and take it back."

. . . . . .

I waited anxiously for four hours before the police opened the guarded door for me.

"Mr. Jock, you can go."

"What? Has the matter been investigated clearly?" I said.

"We will temporarily cancel your suspect status, but please do not leave the city. We will summon you at any time, please cooperate."

"Did my wife help me prove it?" I said.

"It seems to be the opposite. Your wife will be detained by us for ten days for violating justice. I want to tell you, you should be careful about your wife."

"Why?" I said.

The policeman smiled and said nothing.

I left the police station with my head down and a smile on my lips.

I succeeded in deceiving the police about the real evidence, and my wife succeeded in convincing the police about the forged evidence.

Ten days later, at home.

My wife returned home and I prepared a candlelight dinner.

"Honey, I know I was wrong." I lit the candle on the table.

"It's over. It's worth trading me for ten days for the rest of your life." My wife said with a smile, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.

(End of this chapter)