Rebirth: At the beginning, the cool school beauty was caught stealing in the supermarket

Chapter 815 What is his name?
"Let's go, Xiao Qiu."

Seeing that Lu Yuanqiu was holding the door and hadn't moved, Old Song called out to him. Bai Songzhe and Bai Qingxia, who had only taken a few steps, also turned around to look.

Lu Yuanqiu tapped his fingertips on the door frame, wondering if he was being too sensitive.

Old Song: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Lu Yuanqiu shook his head, turned around and gestured to him: "Let's go."

Liu Chengye once said, "Bai Ruoan's car accident was not an accident; you don't have much time left."

For a while, Lu Yuanqiu was puzzled about what "time is running out" meant. Now that he thought about it, did it match the death row inmate who was about to be executed?

However, Liu Chengye's matter could not be mentioned to Lao Song. After all, Lao Song was an official and did not care whether it was convenient for Liu Chengye himself.

Lu Yuanqiu quickened his pace and walked beside Lao Song, asking, "What did that death row inmate do to get in?"

Old Song: "At first it was robbery and murder. I asked last night and he said that a few months ago he tried to kill a fellow inmate with a sharpened wooden stick in prison. His sentence reduction was ruined because his behavior in prison was just average."

Lu Yuanqiu: "Why did you kill your fellow inmate?"

Old Song: "A few days before he took action, he had a verbal argument with that fellow inmate, and he probably harbored resentment."

After saying that, Old Song turned his head and asked, "Do you think it's him now?"

"Eighty percent."

Old Song glanced at Lu Yuanqiu again. Eighty percent, that's a very high probability.

Liu Chengye was the only person with accurate information. Lu Yuanqiu was greatly encouraged to match his accurate information with the existing conditions, even if it was just a few words.

Why didn't I think of the fact that the death row inmates didn't have much time left yesterday...?

Upon arriving at another office, Lao Song beckoned the group in. He clicked on a picture on the computer and gestured for Luo Qiang to come closer.

The photo also shows a round-faced man, but with a shaved head, ordinary features, and a vacant or listless gaze.

He looks a lot like the man from before, but the resemblance to the portrait is less than that of the man from before, perhaps because of his hairstyle.

Luo Qiang scrutinized him carefully without saying a word.

The people around him were observing his expression, rather than looking at the photos on the screen. Clearly, they were more interested in Luo Qiang's answer.

"Do you have... a video? Let me see it in motion," Luo Qiang asked, raising his head.

"Have."

With a "click," Lao Song pressed a key on the keyboard and played a video.

Luo Qiang narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, he couldn't help but ask again, "Do you have... a video of him still having hair?"

Old Song nodded: "Yes, I thought of that too. Would shaving my head affect recognition? So I'm prepared."

After he finished speaking, he clicked on another video, which seemed to be a clip from the interrogation during the arrest. Luo Qiang stared at it for a moment with a solemn expression, hesitated, straightened up, and concluded: "It should be him."

The words "should" and "it is him" placed together left the people around them with indescribably complicated feelings. Lu Yuanqiu couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure? You were so sure it wasn't him just now, how come this one is 'should'?"

“The one who spoke just now clearly didn’t look like him,” Luo Qiang explained. “This one does look much more like him than the one before, but I’m not sure. If I could see a video from ten years ago, it would be better.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuanqiu looked at Old Song and asked with a questioning expression, "Really?"

Old Song shook his head.

He explained, “This person’s situation is a bit special. He’s an undocumented immigrant. There’s no information about him in the files, not even his fingerprints or DNA. We don’t know where he’s from either. He only gave his name and age, and he won’t say anything else. He’s a fugitive living outside the cameras, and we don’t know how many unknown cases he has on his hands.” “To be honest, under these circumstances, he couldn’t even get a phone card back then, let alone drive.”

Lu Yuanqiu paused for a moment before replying, "There might be a gang involved. That white Santana might not even be registered in his name. If he is a desperate criminal, it would fit the type of person the mastermind would choose to hire a hitman."

Old Song took a deep breath: "Xiao Qiu, we still can't determine whether it was a simple hit-and-run or murder. We can only say that there is a possibility of murder."

Bai Songzhe asked with some doubt: "In their cases, shouldn't their identities be revealed before execution? Shouldn't their families be notified?"

Old Song shook his head: "As long as the facts of the crime are clear and the evidence is conclusive, the lack of identity does not affect the conviction. We will generally try our best to notify the family members, but if they insist on not disclosing this information, we can only state the reason in the relevant legal documents, and there is nothing else we can do."

Silence fell over the small office.

Luo Qiang's voice broke the silence: "If we need to meet in person to identify him, I can try again."

“Actually… I think it’s him.” Lu Yuanqiu leaned against the door and looked around at the others.

The third sister has a solid talent, Liu Chengye is capable, and Luo Qiang is the only witness at the scene. The information provided by these three people now points to the same person. How could they possibly be wrong?

Bai Qingxia, who had been silently observing, couldn't help but ask, "Could his death sentence be postponed?"

Old Song: "If it's necessary for the case, of course."

Lu Yuanqiu: "Can we meet with him? Or can we observe your interrogation?"

Old Song shook his head: "This is against the rules..." As he said this, he glanced at Luo Qiang, walked to the door and waved to Lu Yuanqiu, who followed him.

Old Song whispered, "I can send you the video of the scene."

"Row."

Old Song: "Don't worry, we will start the investigation in the next few days. It's just not clear whether he will cooperate. To be honest, admitting to another crime won't do him much good."

Lu Yuanqiu: "If it's murder, wouldn't he be treated as having done a good deed by revealing who was behind it?"

"This will be handled on a case-by-case basis, but most likely it will only mean avoiding the death penalty. And we'll give you a heads-up first: someone like him may already be indifferent to death. Based on my understanding of the situation there, this person's attitude in prison is very negative, and he doesn't actively try to reduce his sentence during his suspended death sentence."

"In all my years in this industry, the people we fear most are those who have lost all hope for life."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuanqiu noticed that Bai Songzhe and his daughter Bai Qingxia were watching him from a distance. He turned his gaze away and silently nodded to Lao Song.

Some things shouldn't be avoided just because there are many obstacles; some things shouldn't be abandoned just because the hope is slim; and some things must be fought to the very end.

Because there are still people who hold onto hope.

"understood."

"Okay, you guys go back first, I'll let you know."

Lu Yuanqiu: "What's his name?"

Old Song: "Lin Ping'an."

"Your real name?"

"probably."

Upon hearing the name, Lu Yuanqiu suddenly laughed sarcastically.

(End of this chapter)