The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 539 - 305: Do You Want to Change Your Answer to My Question?

Chapter 539: Chapter 305: Do You Want to Change Your Answer to My Question?

Jiang An, Mr. Fu, and Wan turned around simultaneously, standing straight in the doorway under the sunlight.

Jiang An promised word by word, "Rest assured, we will definitely bring the murderer to justice!"

"This is our promise to the deceased and to all the people."

As they walked out of the courtyard, their pace unconsciously quickened.

The afternoon sun was still scorching, but the passion for solving the case burning in their hearts was even hotter.

This carpenter named Chen Ke was likely the key person they had been looking for.

After the police car left the village, it sped along the winding mountain road for about forty minutes before finally arriving at East Mountain Village.

The car drove straight to the front of the village committee, the tires making a piercing noise as they rolled over the gravel.

Jiang An was the first to push open the car door, striding quickly into the village committee office.

The village secretary was sitting in a vine chair drinking tea, and he leisurely put down his teacup when he saw several strangers burst in: "Who are you?"

"Municipal Bureau’s Criminal Investigation Team."

Jiang An slapped his police ID on the tea-stained wooden table, "Looking for Chen Ke."

The village secretary squinted his eyes, unconsciously rubbing the edge of his teacup.

"Chen Ke? What do you want with him?" Before he could finish speaking, Jiang An had already swiftly put away his ID and said coldly, "Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask."

"Okay! Okay! I’ll show you the way immediately."

The group got back into the car, with the village secretary leading the way. The police car zigzagged and stopped at the intersection about a hundred meters away from Chen Ke’s house.

"It’s right up there, the house with the white walls and black tiles."

The village secretary pointed ahead, "The door seems open."

Mr. Fu squinted his eyes to observe, and through the cracks in the courtyard wall, shadows could be seen moving inside.

He instinctively touched the gun at his waist, turned, and said softly to his companions, "Be ready, the suspect may have violent tendencies."

Finally, his gaze moved to Jiang An.

"Mr. Jiang, perhaps you should wait in the car? You’re unarmed."

Jiang An shook his head, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Three grown men can’t handle one suspect?"

"Besides, you all have guns, I have no issue."

Mr. Fu pondered for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Stay behind us, keep your distance."

He gave a tactical gesture, and the three of them approached the target like a fan.

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters... the distance kept shrinking.

Mr. Fu’s back was already soaking wet, sweat dripping down his spine.

When they were five meters from the courtyard gate, he suddenly raised his hand to signal a stop.

Through the half-open courtyard door, a middle-aged man wearing glasses could be seen clearly. He was bending over a woodworking bench, busy.

He wore a blue work suit covered in sawdust, skillfully planing a wood board, looking polite and well-mannered, quite different from the image of the suspect they imagined.

Mr. Fu quickly returned his pistol to its holster, then walked to the courtyard door, deliberately making his steps heavy, and knocked on the door frame, "Excuse me, is this Chen Ke’s home?"

The carpenter looked up at the sound, pushed his sliding glasses back up, and his face was full of confusion.

"That’s me!"

"You are... here for furniture?"

His voice was gentle, with a heavy local accent.

"Yes, we want to order a table."

Mr. Fu spoke while walking into the yard, his eyes quickly scanning around.

Jiang An followed closely, noticing that the yard was full of half-finished furniture, with fairly exquisite craftsmanship.

On a workbench in the corner, a glass ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts caught the eye, a few still emitting wisps of smoke.

"There are many kinds of tables!" Chen Ke wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.

"Do you want a dining table or a desk? Different sizes have different prices."

Mr. Fu gave a signal to a police officer beside him.

The two suddenly burst forth, pressing Chen Ke down on the woodworking bench from both sides.

With a crash, tools scattered everywhere, and several wood blocks rolled far away.

"What are you doing?!?"

Chen Ke struggled to lift his head, glasses askew, his face full of shock and anger.

Jiang An timely showed his ID, "Police! We have a case that requires your cooperation in investigation."

"Case?"

Chen Ke’s voice suddenly rose, "I work as a carpenter at home every day, what could I have done wrong? You are wronging an innocent person!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Mr. Fu yanked him up, saying coldly, "Whether it’s wrong or not, clarify it back at the station."

He took out handcuffs, locking Chen Ke’s wrist with a click.

"Now, please cooperate with us."

Chen Ke still wanted to argue but seeing the stern expressions of the three men, he finally lowered his head with resignation.

As he was being led out of the courtyard, his eyes involuntarily glanced towards the ashtray, and his adam’s apple bobbed violently.

Thirty minutes later, Chen Ke was brought into the interrogation room.

As soon as he sat down, Chen Ke became emotionally agitated, the cuffs on his wrists clanging with the table.

"On what grounds are you arresting me?"

Chen Ke suddenly looked up, his eyes behind the glasses bloodshot, "You are framing an innocent man!"

Mr. Fu slammed the case file onto the table, raising a cloud of dust.

"Framing?" he sneered, slowly leaning forward, both hands on the edge of the table, "Do you know Wang Cuilan?"

Chen Ke’s adam’s apple bobbed furiously, "...No, I don’t."

"Playing dumb?"

Jiang An suddenly slapped the table, his voice exploding in the enclosed space, "She’s dead! You can’t claim ignorance of this, can you?"

"I don’t know!"

Chen Ke’s voice suddenly heightened, the cuffs clanking, "I really don’t know!"

Mr. Fu circled behind the man, leaning close to his ear, and said word by word.

"Let me help you remember then."

"Two people meeting secretly at someone else’s house, you should remember that, right?"

The man’s shoulders fell, "... This... Is it a crime to fall in love freely?"

"No, it’s not a crime."

Mr. Fu straightened up, his shoes tapping rhythmically on the floor.

"But destroying someone else’s marriage could absolutely be a motive for murder."

He suddenly turned, "Where were you the night before yesterday?"

"At home doing carpentry!"

The man leaned forward anxiously, "I took an order for a stool, and I was home all night!"

"Can anyone prove that?"

"I... I was alone..."

Jiang An suddenly threw a stack of crime scene photos on the table, the gruesome images making the man turn his face away sharply.

"Wang Cuilan is dead, you really didn’t know?"

"I... I heard... But it’s all over now, I don’t want to..."

"Don’t want?"

Mr. Fu suddenly roared, slamming his fist on the table, "Let me help you think clearly!"

He suddenly grabbed the man’s collar, "We now suspect you are the murderer of Wang Cuilan!"

"No, I didn’t!"

The man shook his head frantically, glasses sliding to the tip of his nose, "Absolutely impossible!"

"That night, you were crouching under her window, weren’t you?"

"I never went, never been to her house!"

Suddenly, the interrogation room door opened.

Zhang Yean came in with a blood sampling card, the rubber gloves glistening coldly under the lights.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?"

The man recoiled in fear, the handcuffs cutting into his wrists, leaving red marks.

"There are biological samples left at the scene."

Zhang Yean coldly tore open the packaging, "We need to take your blood sample for comparison."

"No!"

The man suddenly struggled, but was firmly held down by Mr. Fu and Jiang An.

As the needle pierced the skin, he let out a whimper, and the blood collection tube quickly filled with a dark red.

After Zhang Yean left, Jiang An looked down at the ashen-faced man.

"There’s still time to confess, if you wait until the results are out..."

He deliberately dragged his tone, "There won’t be any chance."

"I want a lawyer!"

The man suddenly looked up, a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes, "This is illegal detention!"

Jiang An chuckled softly, pulling a sealed bag from the evidence box.

"You thought removing all the cigarette butts was foolproof?"

Inside the bag, a cotton swab stained with a dark yellow phlegm was evident.

"Sadly, you forgot about this spit."

The man’s pupils contracted suddenly, the interrogation room fell silent, only the ticking of the clock echoed in the enclosed space.

After a long time, Jiang An slowly leaned closer, until he could sense the fear emanating from the man.

He asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to change your answer to my question now?"