1993, Pengcheng Police Affairs

Chapter 46 Murder Zhang Yi

trial room.

When Gu Huai pushed the door open, Luo Zhenbang had his eyes closed and was tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

The rhythm was very even; I wanted to hear a song that only he knew.

"Luo Zhenbang," Wu Feilin slammed the evidence bag heavily in front of him, "Take a good look at this!"

Luo Zhenbang opened his eyes and glanced at the transparent bag.

His fingers stopped.

His gaze quickly shifted from relaxed to fearful, and then back to indifference.

The file folder contained not only photos of the jars, but also reports on the extraction of fingerprints from the jars.

The record shows that Luo Zhenbang's fingerprints were found not only in the jar but also in various places in the ship's cabin.

He looked at the photos in the bag as if they were works of art, filled with appreciation.

Looking into Luo Zhenbang's eyes, Gu Huai felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew it was an illness, a condition called fetishism.

"Did you tear off the label on the can?" Wu Feilin asked Luo Zhenbang angrily.

Luo Zhenbang completely ignored him, only burying his head in his eyes, looking at the photos in the file bag, muttering to himself as if he were saying his final goodbye.

"Luo Zhenbang! I'm asking you a question!" Wu Feilin stood up, walked up to Luo Zhenbang, shoved his head up, and said fiercely, "I advise you to cooperate obediently!"

Luo Zhenbang looked at Wu Feilin with a mocking expression and said coldly, "Officer, are you trying to hit me?"

"I'll hit you..." Wu Feilin clenched his fist, about to speak, when Gu Huai, quick-witted and agile, pulled him back.

Although Gu Huai and Wu Feilin had some conflicts, these were internal issues within the police force.

He couldn't just stand by and watch Wu Feilin make a mistake.

As Wu Feilin was pulled away, Luo Zhenbang revealed a contemptuous sneer, "Since you've already found him, the worst that can happen to me is death."

It is clear that nothing can threaten Luo Zhenbang now.

After calming down the agitated Wu Feilin, Gu Huai turned to look at Luo Zhenbang.

"You really know how to pick a location," Gu Huai said, enunciating each word clearly. "Hide the boat next to the crematorium."

Gu Huai's words piqued Luo Zhenbang's interest. "How did you find it?"

"Xiao Jun told me." In order to get Luo Zhenbang to talk as soon as possible, Gu Huai did not hide anything.

When his son was mentioned, Luo Zhenbang fell silent, his lips twitching involuntarily.

Gu Huai leaned back in his chair and looked at him. "Luo Zhenbang, you're not stupid. You know it's not safe to hide things at home, so you found a place no one knows. You were very careful and cautious, but you made one mistake."

"You shouldn't let your son see this."

Luo Zhenbang's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Moreover, it wasn't a slight tremor, but a tremor that was visible to the naked eye.

Clearly, Gu Huai had struck a chord with him.

"Your son is still young. He doesn't understand what you're doing, but he can remember where his dad took him to play and he remembers that chimney."

Gu Huai paused, then looked at Luo Zhenbang seriously. "Do you know what this means?"

Luo Zhenbang raised his head, and fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.

"It means your son will remember for the rest of his life that his father took him to a place where there were jars containing corpses, and that his mother was also there!"

"Stop talking." Luo Zhenbang's voice trembled.

"He's innocent," Gu Huai continued, "but what will he think when he grows up and learns the truth? Do you want him to think of his mother in the jar every time he thinks of her in the future?"

"I told you to stop talking!"

Luo Zhenbang pounded on the chair, his eyes wide open as he glared fiercely at Gu Huai, as if he wanted to devour him.

In the past, Gu Huai might have been frightened by that look in his eyes.

But now that he's a police officer, he naturally won't back down a step because of threats from criminal suspects.

"Luo Zhenbang, as a father, how could you use your son as a shield to hide those things? Aren't you afraid your son will see them while you're hiding them?"

"I didn't!" Luo Zhenbang's eyes were bloodshot. "I didn't take Xiaojun with me, I didn't!"

"I just took Xiaojun out to sea that day; I didn't move anything!"

Seeing that Luo Zhenbang was agitated, Gu Huai stopped asking questions and waited until he calmed down a bit before continuing.

"Your son is still waiting for you," Gu Huai said softly. "He's still waiting for you to take him to KFC."

Luo Zhenbang suddenly burst into tears.

It wasn't a loud wail, but a silent, tearful thud, each drop landing on the table.

"Think of your son, Luo Zhenbang," Gu Huai said gently. "It doesn't matter if you die, your son still has to live in this world. Do you want the families of the deceased to interrogate your son every day about which jar was his relative?"

"No! I don't want to!" Luo Zhenbang pounded on the table, crying and shouting.

Gu Huai knew that Luo Zhenbang's psychological defenses had been broken down, and all he had to do was wait.

"I can't control myself!" Luo Zhenbang said, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed from the depths of his throat. "Whenever it rains, I want to kill someone! If I don't kill someone, I feel uncomfortable all over! I can't sleep, and my head is full of voices."

What was that sound?

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Luo Zhenbang closed his eyes. "Keep talking, keep talking, until I make my move!"

"You like to kill people on rainy days, is it because it was raining when you killed your wife?"

"No!" Luo Zhenbang's body trembled violently. "She's not dead! I didn't kill her!"

Gu Huai was stunned for a moment. "What?"

"She's not dead." Luo Zhenbang opened his eyes, his eyes red-rimmed. "She really did run away with someone and went to Hong Kong."

"She's not dead? And whose head is that in the jar?"

"I don't know her." Luo Zhenbang shook his head, keeping it low. "It's all her fault. If she hadn't taken my car that day, none of this would have happened!"

Gu Huai stared intently at the weeping Luo Zhenbang, his mind racing as he pondered Luo Zhenbang's words.

Logically speaking, a person's words are good when they are about to die.

In this state of mind, Luo Zhenbang had absolutely no reason to deceive himself.

So he moved a chair over and sat down, quietly waiting for Luo Zhenbang to tell the beginning of the story.

Luo Zhenbang remained silent for a long time.

Only after he calmed down a bit did he reveal his memories of killing.

"I saw her off the day she left. She said she had no future with me and wanted to go to Hong Kong with Ah Huan, because that was her new world."

"It rained that day too, didn't it?"

"Yes, it rained that day too."