Chapter 234 - 234 225 Rhythm

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234: Chapter 225 Rhythm 234: Chapter 225 Rhythm Interrogation room. Inside, there are no pothos plants; it’s bare. The tiles around are all in cold hues, yet the air conditioning isn’t cold enough, making the room uncomfortably hot and restless. The iron bars in front can’t help but inspire fear. And the police behind the iron bars instill an involuntary dread. Before the iron fist of autocracy slammed into their faces, many people thought they could endure it. But in reality, most had personally proven how heavy the iron fist was. That was the state of mind Wang Song found himself in now. He had considered the prospect of going to jail very carefully. Originally, he believed he could withstand it. He was young, and spending a few years in prison would make him come out as a seasoned veteran; by then, not only would there be promised money for himself, his position within the group would also change. He would no longer be an obscure logistics clerk, but someone close to the leadership. Wang Song had traveled abroad on business before. It was a cooperative project in Africa between Jianyuan and other companies. The project site was desolate, not to mention that under normal circumstances, everyone was restricted to the site and not allowed to leave. Only every three or four months were they allowed to go to the nearby city to get some air. To Wang Song, it felt like being in prison. Yet the earnings were not high, with only over two hundred thousand yuan in net income per year. The benefit was that food and lodging were all covered, but still, it was like being in prison. Wang Song thought, better to make a bigger deal. But now, actually sitting in the police interrogation room, Wang Song felt utterly terrible. This oppressive heaviness had been seeping out continually since he was handcuffed to the interrogation chair. The air quality in the interrogation room wasn’t great either. There was an odd smell in the room that made Wang Song wonder if someone had vomited or had diarrhea here, or even had an accident—certainly, there must have been. Now, Wang Song felt like doing the same. What was even more aggravating was the demands of the interrogating officer. Copy a passage 10 times? That’s a punishment mode for elementary students. But after deep thought, especially under the intense gaze of the officer, Wang Song still silently copied it ten times. Wang Song despised himself. At that moment, he felt as if he had gone back to his school days, when he hated himself for not daring to fight back against bullies. But more than that, Wang Song was afraid. If the interrogating police officers were so frightening, what would the prison guards be like? Probably, his prison mates would not be as amicable and jovial as his workmates at the construction site had been... Copying just a short text proved quite laborious. After finishing the 10 copies, Wang Song handed them over to the officer like a schoolchild would. “I’ll show these to the expert,” Lei Xin said as he stood up and walked out with the copied notebook. Outside the interrogation room, there was also Qinghe City’s own part-time document examiner, along with an expert from Changyang City who had rushed over. Ever since Yuan Yutang died, this case had escalated to a murder case. For Qinghe City, it was an extraordinary case, one that touched the heavens. Regardless of whether Jianyuan Company was going public or had already gone public, the case was not one that could be suppressed. At the same time, Lei Xin now had access to many more resources. Mainly because Jiang Yuan had solved the case too quickly, Lei Xin hadn’t even had time to allocate resources before Bai Yuequn confessed. With the main suspect already arrested, resource allocation could not be too exaggerated. Nonetheless, borrowing a document-examination expert from Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment was still doable. Together with Jiang Yuan, it was like three document examiners spread out in a small room, each looking at a few sheets of paper and then exchanging them amongst each other. Jiang Yuan, wearing his loupe glasses, meticulously looked through all ten copies, and finally also looked at the original text in the photos. This time, Jiang Yuan not only looked at the Arabic numerals but also focused on observing the structure of the words “WeChat” and some other characters. Yes, aside from comparing original characters, handwriting analysis can also make analogies with other characters. In theory, the more complex the character, the more favorable it is for handwriting analysis. And the characters for “WeChat” are certainly complex enough. Jiang Yuan only had to look at a few pieces of paper before he was almost certain that the person who wrote the note was undoubtedly Wang Song. However, since he had come, he might as well look at all the remaining versions too. Without a doubt, Wang Song was trying to conceal his handwriting to a certain extent. He had written the original note with his left hand, and now he was copying it with his right—it seemed quite different. But it was all in vain. Copied ten times, a paragraph must first be evaluated by the similarity between those ten versions. For a normal person, the similarity between their writing is extremely high. For instance, if a paragraph is copied ten times, it should remain consistently constructed, to the degree that it could be recognized by any ordinary person with the ten sheets spread out before them. Since Wang Song hadn’t undergone any special training, his writing became unstable when he had to copy it ten times without using his customary method. The excessive variability between the characters proved his attempt to conceal. And concealment itself can actually be quite telling. Second, there was the comparison of his writing with the physical evidence... Overall, there were too many flaws, making it somewhat difficult to decide where to start. The expressions of the other two document examiners were roughly the same. The most difficult part of this case was to identify the most likely “messenger” from among the many employees of Jianyuan Company. After Wang Song was singled out, the work of the handwriting experts became quite simple. Once all three had confirmed, Lei Xin let out a sigh of relief, thanked them, and then confidently returned to the interrogation room. In the interrogation room, Wang Song, who had been sitting idle for a long while, had already figured out in his mind how to write his “My Struggle.” “I’ll just say it straight, our handwriting expert has confirmed that you wrote this note,” Lei Xin displayed the slip of paper with “WeChat: 14556679” written on it. Wang Song swallowed hard but kept silent. Lei Xin said, “I’m not interested in you. I want your testimony to go after the person above you. But if you don’t talk, then I’ll have no choice but to take you down. This is a murder case, think carefully.” Wang Song’s eyes reddened, still saying nothing. “I don’t know what the person behind you has promised you, but I ask you to consider, with the way things stand today, do you think their promises can still be fulfilled?” Lei Xin persuasively urged. “If I speak... can it be considered... a display of good behavior, a meritorious deed?” Wang Song finally spoke, hesitating slightly. “It can,” Lei Xin replied with a smile, embodying the mode of a scoundrel. “How long will I be sentenced?” Wang Song asked, his gaze burning into Lei Xin. “That depends on the nature of your cooperation. If you don’t, then incitement is equivalent to complicity in crime, premeditated murder of two people...” Lei Xin paused, then continued, “You’ll be treated a lot more leniently if you disclose the mastermind and cooperate with our investigation.” Wang Song took a deep breath, even leaning back slightly as he said softly, “It was Yuan Yulang.” After saying that, he paused briefly and then continued much more smoothly. “He sent me pictures, which I then sent to that person. Yuan Yulang said he just couldn’t stand the third brother, that his mouth was too foul and he wanted to humiliate him, maybe break a leg or something. Yulang said the third brother’s boyfriend wasn’t a nobody, but he never expected...” “What you guys originally thought, we can talk about later. Tell me exactly what you did,” Lei Xin kept control of the interrogation rhythm, not showing any change on his face even as the answer surfaced. ...

Chapter 234 - 234 225 Rhythm

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