CHAPTER 274: CHAPTER 178: I DON’T BELIEVE HE CAN SLIP AWAY!

Seeing this, Mr. Zhao warned again, "Put down the firewood knife, and immediately squat with your hands on your head!"

"I’m warning you again, or we will shoot!"

The man across was stunned, motionless, just looking at the four policemen blankly.

Mr. Zhao warned once more.

"Immediately squat with your hands on your head."

Then, he raised both hands, pointing the gun muzzle to the sky, and pulled the trigger to fire a warning shot.

With a "bang," the man across finally put down the firewood knife in his hand.

Mr. Zhao continued, "Kick the firewood knife over, then turn around, hands on your head, and squat down."

Then the man moved quickly, kicked the firewood knife, and turned around to squat down.

In a swift move, the four of Mr. Zhao’s team slowly moved and pinned him to the ground.

Mr. Zhao took out handcuffs and put them on his wrists.

At this moment, he clearly saw that the man did indeed have six fingers on his left hand.

At the same time, Jiang An arrived at the evidence lab.

He approached the workbench and saw Zhang Yean still photographing the palm print on the bench to secure it.

"Senior sister! Thank you for your hard work!"

Zhang Yean turned her head and smiled, "It’s my honor to assist in Han City’s criminal investigation."

"However, thanks to your reminder, I paid special attention to the unconventional areas."

Jiang An gave a thumbs up, "It’s mainly because of your high professional level, senior sister."

Then he glanced at the bench and changed the topic.

"Did you find the palm prints not very complete?"

Zhang Yean nodded, "From the distribution of the palm prints, it should be a left hand!"

"But, I could only vaguely see some marks."

"I searched for a long time just now and couldn’t find fingerprints on the fingertips."

Jiang An asked, "The murderer didn’t leave any fingerprints?"

Zhang Yean nodded, "It’s strange to say!"

"It’s the first time I’ve encountered such a situation."

As she spoke, she put down the camera, extended five fingers, and made a gripping motion.

"According to our usual habit of holding things, to control the object we want to take, we exert force at the tips of our fingers, thus leaving fingerprints on the object."

"But this suspect didn’t leave any fingerprints."

After thinking for a while, Jiang An guessed and asked, "Is it possible that the murderer deliberately wiped off the fingerprints?"

Zhang Yean looked down at the bench.

"From my professional perspective, I think this is very unlikely."

"Is there any basis for that?"

"Firstly, the position where the fingers hold is very concealed."

"Secondly, I didn’t find any traces of wiping near this palm print."

Jiang An listened and nodded lightly.

"Senior sister, can the palm print marks found on the bench meet the conditions for manual comparison?"

Zhang Yean shook her head, "Honestly, it can’t be compared!"

At this moment, Jiang An’s expression suddenly became serious.

minutes later, the suspect was brought to the criminal investigation team’s interrogation room.

Mr. Li attached great importance to this interrogation and wanted to participate personally.

Mr. Zhao began the questioning, "Name? Age?"

"Liu Dong, 18 years old."

"Do you know why we’ve found you?"

Liu Dong shook his head, "I don’t know!"

"I was chopping firewood in the yard at the time."

"Really don’t know or pretending not to know?"

"I really don’t know!"

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Zhao said sternly, "We are investigating a case of an elderly couple being murdered in your village."

"I advise you to be honest and cooperate with us actively."

Liu Dong spread his hands, "I really don’t know what you’re talking about?"

Another tough nut to crack, Mr. Zhao turned to look at Mr. Li.

Mr. Li said in a deep voice, "Do you know Wang Chuang from the same village?"

Liu Dong nodded.

"He’s already in custody, right next to you."

Liu Dong turned to glance over, with a flash of fear crossing his face.

Mr. Li continued, "He has already confessed to the crime and implicated you as an accomplice."

"That’s why we’ve come to find you."

Liu Dong stared straight at Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao without speaking.

After a slight pause, Mr. Li said in a deep voice, "We are already clear on the whole process of the crime."

"However, if you show a good attitude in admitting your guilt and confess your crime, we can reluctantly consider you as confessing."

Liu Dong remained silent, watching the two men.

After a long while, Liu Dong suddenly said, "He’s spitting nonsense. I am innocent."

"Uncles, please clear my name!"

Upon hearing this, a chill went through Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao.

This scenario didn’t seem to be part of their planned interrogation script.

Mr. Zhao, consumed with anger, slammed the table hard.

"I advise you to be honest, the murderer has six fingers."

"Your features match the most."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Dong shifted his body slightly.

He suddenly moved his left hand and said, "I admit I have six fingers on my left hand, but I’m not the only one with six fingers."

"Why do you say I’m the murderer?"

"Why?"

"Because you and the deceased are from the same village!"

Mr. Zhao was somewhat excited, clenching his fists and roaring.

Perhaps overcome by anger, the interrogation process had lost its order.

"It’s absolutely ridiculous. There are many people from the same village. Are they all murderers?"

Seeing this, Mr. Li raised his hand and patted Mr. Zhao, signaling him to calm down.

Mr. Li said solemnly, "There are indeed many people from the same village, but you are the only one with six fingers."

After a slight pause, Mr. Li said in a deep voice, "You can choose not to confess, but we can also take you to court."

"Later, we just need to take your fingerprints for comparison."

"The comparison result will be the strongest evidence."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Dong’s mouth slightly curved, "Uncles, if the comparison result isn’t it, please send me back quickly to chop firewood."

Seeing Liu Dong’s arrogant demeanor, Mr. Zhao clenched his fists, wishing to punch him twice.

Then, Mr. Li turned and said, "Since he doesn’t want the chance to confess, we don’t need to waste time either."

"Arrange for someone to bring the fingerprint card over immediately, and take his fingerprints."

After saying this, Mr. Li walked out of the interrogation room.

Mr. Zhao also followed him out.

He said angrily, "Are all young people so arrogant these days?"

Mr. Li pulled out two cigarettes, handed one to him, and lit the other one for himself.

The two of them took a few drags in the corridor.

Mr. Li looked relaxed, "From his performance just now, I’m convinced Liu Dong is another culprit."

"Next, we just need to take his fingerprints and compare them with the ones on the bench."

"At that time, even if he says nothing, we can close this case."

"Mr. Li, I’ve already arranged for someone to collect fingerprints."

minutes later, an investigative officer hurriedly walked out.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao, Liu Dong’s left hand has no fingerprints."

Upon hearing this, the two were instantly stunned.

"How can a person have no fingerprints?"

"Mr. Li, there really are no fingerprints!"

"If you don’t believe it, you can go in and see."

As soon as the words fell, the two rushed in.

At this moment, Liu Dong was slumped on the interrogation chair, looking disdainful.

Mr. Zhao grabbed his left hand.

Sure enough, there were many scars at the tips of his fingers.

"What happened?"

Mr. Zhao asked sternly.

Liu Dong answered, "When I was a child, I was scalded by boiling water."

Instantly, Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao looked at each other, seeing confusion in each other’s eyes.

This scene in the interrogation room was just caught by Jiang An, Zhang Yean, and Wan, who had just arrived.

Standing outside the one-way glass, Zhang Yean said, "I was wondering why it was so strange, turns out there are no fingerprints."

Wan also sighed, "This cooked duck is about to fly away again."

After pondering for a moment, Jiang An’s eyes became sharper.

He said in a deep voice, "It hasn’t flown away yet, and it won’t in the future."

"I never believe a suspect can slip away so easily!"