You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 29: Obtaining His Confession! (Please add to your favorites and read on.)
When Li Hongbing was brought out by the police, he was still not quite clear-headed.

It's not that he just woke up, but that he hasn't closed his eyes at all and is just forcing himself to stay awake.

"Comrade, what time is it now?"

The police officers did not answer, but simply led him toward the interrogation room.

ten minutes later.

He sat in the interrogation chair, and the officer on duty unlocked his movable handcuffs. Just as he was about to fix his wrists in the handcuffs on the table, Zheng Kang waved his hand.

The police officer nodded, took two steps back, put his hands behind his back, and stood in the corner.

Upon seeing this action, Li Hongbing's expression froze, and he quickly looked up.

There were four people interrogating him, with two police officers in olive green uniforms sitting behind the table.

These are officers from the pre-trial investigation team. The pre-trial investigation team was a department from the 1990s that has been gradually disbanded.

Its main function is to accept cases that have already been solved by the criminal investigation department, conduct in-depth interrogations of suspects, and verify the authenticity of their confessions.

Second, examine whether the physical evidence and witness testimonies are complete, and if any loopholes are found, require the investigation department to supplement the investigation materials.

If they can't even get past the preliminary investigation team, then they can forget about the prosecutor's office.

Besides these two people, there were two plainclothes policemen standing in the room.

Li Hongbing certainly recognized them; they were the ones who interrogated him last time.

Before he could even think, the two men dragged out a chair and sat down on either side of him.

Li Hongbing swallowed hard, glancing at Zheng Kang first.

The veteran detective had a stubble beard, his hair was soaking wet, and sparse strands clung tightly to his scalp.

Although he had changed into dry clothes, Li Hongbing could still smell the rain on him.

Li Hongbing was startled. He looked down and saw that Zheng Kang's sneakers were covered in mud.

Without a doubt, this person must have rushed back from outside and was about to interrogate me.

Zheng Kang met his gaze, giving him no further chance to think.

"Li Hongbing, we've had your confession checked by everyone. You didn't kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Li Hongbing swallowed hard, blinked repeatedly, and remained stunned for several seconds.

His expression changed from shock and panic to excitement.

He immediately shouted, "You must have made a mistake! I admit it, I killed that woman!"

Zheng Kang pressed down on his shoulders, staring intently at him: "Then tell me, where is the knife you used to kill him?"

"I...I'm lost."

"Where did you put it?"

"Yanzi River!"

Zheng Kang sneered and took out a fruit knife from the evidence bag: "You said you lost it in the Yanzi River, so how did this knife end up in your son Li Chao's hands?"

"I……"

Li Hongbing's eyes froze, and he remained speechless for a long time. "Also, you said the motorcycle you used to dispose of the body was lost, but we found it at the floodlit stadium a few hours ago."

This car belongs to your brother-in-law, but for the past two weeks, it's been your son, Li Chao, using it! Come on, tell me, who killed him?

Li Hongbing suddenly tried to stand up, but He Jinbo, who was next to him, held him down. The police officers on duty also rushed over immediately and restricted his movements.

"Li Hongbing, don't push your luck! We've given you a little preferential treatment, and you're already taking advantage of us!"

“You’re talking nonsense! My son didn’t kill anyone! My son is innocent! I’m the one who killed them!” Li Hongbing shouted excitedly, gesturing wildly.

Zheng Kang suddenly stood up and threw the chair he was sitting on to the side.

"Tonight at the floodlit stadium, another young girl was murdered! She was stabbed through the neck, and the blood was so thick it couldn't be contained!"
Our technical team's tests confirmed that the fruit knife used to kill Huang Cuicui is exactly the same as the fruit knife used to kill her!
You fucking say you killed him?! Come on, tell me, how did you kill him? You fucking have wings?!

Zheng Kang, unusually, lost his temper and swore at the suspect.

He watched helplessly as the girl died before his eyes; the horrific scene still haunts him to this day!

Upon hearing this, Li Hongbing's pupils contracted, his face turned ashen, and he opened his mouth but could not utter a word.

Zheng Kang continued, "On May 30th, after 7 p.m., you did see Huang Cuicui in the cornfield behind the cotton mill."

At the time, we asked someone, and the woman who worked with you said that after Huang Cuicui passed by that afternoon, you only went to the toilet and left for ten minutes!

How did you manage to run all the way to the old town and kill people in those ten minutes, covering four kilometers round trip? Come on, answer me! You fucking answer me!

Li Hongbing's throat bobbed repeatedly, his whole body trembling, and his voice was choked with sobs: "That's not it, I killed him, I really killed him."

He Jinbo patted him on the shoulder and said calmly, "Don't get agitated."

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, glanced at the brand (it was Hongmei cigarettes), then put it back in his pocket and took out an unopened pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from another pocket.

He tore open the plastic wrap, took out a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to Li Hongbing: "Want one?"

Li Hongbing hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it, sucking on it twice.

His eyes were fixed on the interrogation table, his expression shifting from surprise and uncertainty to blankness.

Seeing this, He Jinbo spoke up: "Li Hongbing, if I remember correctly, you're 56 this year, right? You were born in the Year of the Ox, so you're a full twelve years older than me."

Like you, I also have a son who is already an adult. This kid is good for nothing all day long. He didn't finish his studies, but he wants to do rock and roll. He grows his hair long, carries a guitar, and is just like his crazy mother.

His mother and I couldn't do anything with him, so we just went along with him. But I told him he could do anything, except commit crimes. If he dared to do anything wrong, I'd be the first to arrest him!
Li Hongbing, let me tell you the truth. Tonight, your son Li Chao not only killed another person, but he also took hostages and committed such heinous acts. As fathers, we cannot continue to condone and protect him.

In the end, it will only harm him and yourself. Look at yourself, 56 years old, all white-haired, working hard your whole life, what for?"

Li Hongbing's hand holding the cigarette trembled. He looked up, glanced at Zheng Kang, and then immediately turned his gaze to He Jinbo.

"Officer He... I heard that mentally ill people are not punished for murder, is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Kang nearly lost his temper.

He Jinbo's eyes also sharpened. He gritted his teeth, then smiled and said, "Yes, the court will definitely not sentence him to death, but he will be imprisoned. If your son has a mental illness, he will have to be sent to a mental hospital for treatment. It's better than being shot, don't you think?"

Li Hongbing breathed a sigh of relief. After taking two deep drags on his cigarette, he nodded and said, "It's good that I won't be sentenced to death, it's good that I won't be sentenced to death. I'll confess, I'll tell you everything..."

He Jinbo's eye twitched. He turned around, his gaze cold, and looked at the two police officers in the pre-trial team.

"Get ready to take notes!"

(End of this chapter)