dkrc Chapter 82 The murderer turned himself in?
Chapter 82 The murderer turned himself in?
A robin? This origami is actually a robin.
In that instant, he remembered the Nazi codebook in the secret passage of his villa.
The title page reads in German, "The robin does not sing in the night."
Damn it, how did this get involved with Nazi infiltrators?
This robin crime symbol has appeared twice.
The last time it was delivered by the professional hitman in the murder case.
Could that professional assassin, skilled in both medicine and assassination, be a Nazi remnant?
Did he also commit this crime?
Lu Yiming's brain raced as he tried to piece together the situation.
Rachel knelt on the ground, looked up, and gazed at Lu Yiming with fascination.
"My master is so manly!" she thought, her breathing quickening and her cheeks flushing.
She lowered her head again and gently bit the zipper with her teeth.
Stab it!
"Hey... what are you doing?" Lu Yiming snapped out of his daze, but it was too late.
"Oh..."
Damn it, I came here to interrogate Rachel, but she managed to get my confession out of me first.
I hope I won't be subjected to further interrogation...
The doorknob suddenly turned.
"Officer Lu..."
A state trooper walked in excitedly.
Then he stood there, stunned.
This pose...
"Oh my god! Sorry, sorry! I'll report back after you're done!"
boom!
The state troopers retreated as quickly as possible, slamming the door shut.
His voice, shooing people away, echoed down the hallway: "Make way! Make way! The police are committing a crime! Oh, no, the police are on duty..."
in the room.
"Stop, stop, stop..."
Lu Yiming's face darkened. He shoved Rachel aside and quickly zipped up his jacket.
"Am I not pretty enough?" Rachel wiped her mouth, looking at him with a pitiful expression, like a kitten abandoned by its owner.
"Next time, next time, I have something urgent to do right now..."
He pulled up his pants, rushed out of the dorm, and glared at the state trooper who was still smirking.
"What is it? Speak quickly!"
The state police were also somewhat surprised. Officer Lu looked quite young. Was he promoted so quickly?
"Officer Lu, someone has come to turn themselves in."
"Turn yourself in?" Lu Yiming was taken aback.
Before I even started investigating, the murderer delivered himself to my doorstep?
"Take me there quickly!"
……
A multimedia classroom at the school was temporarily requisitioned to serve as an interrogation room.
An Asian middle-aged woman wearing a floral dress and with curly hair was sitting leisurely in a chair, smoking with her legs crossed.
Lu Yiming and the state trooper from before pulled out chairs and sat opposite her.
"I killed that black man. Arrest me and stop investigating."
The woman spoke Chinese with a heavy accent, indicating that she didn't speak English.
The state trooper in charge of taking notes was completely bewildered. What was he mumbling? He didn't understand. How was he supposed to take notes?
Lu Yiming grabbed the notebook and wrote it down himself, then asked in fluent Chinese, "Name, age."
"Liao Hong, forty years old."
The woman looked at the floor and answered without hesitation.
Why did you kill Simmons?
"Because he had a video of me. That old black man secretly recorded it and tried to blackmail me. I was afraid my husband back home would find out, so I had no choice but to kill him."
Liao Hong flicked the cigarette ash onto the ground, her fingers taut, almost dropping the cigarette.
The state troopers nearby immediately searched Simmons's phone and found a number of Liao Hong's cigarette videos.
Tsk tsk tsk, this Simmons really has a... good appetite.
Lu Yiming nodded, taking notes as he continued, "So where did you get the cyanide?"
The state police officer standing nearby looked at what Lu Yiming had written with a look of utter astonishment.
The autopsy report hasn't even been released yet, so how did Officer Lu know that the deceased was poisoned by cyanide?
Did he smell bitter almonds in the car just now?
"I bought it from the local gang. It cost me two thousand dollars. Those vampires are fucking ruthless."
She pursed her lips and spoke very quickly.
Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes and leaned forward: "Oh? Then tell me in detail how you poisoned it?"
Liao Hongzhen touched his nose and said, "He asked me to meet him at the car meeting. While I was waiting for him in the car, I secretly added something to his water when he wasn't looking. I didn't know how long it would take for the poison to take effect, and I even spent time with him. Do you think I could get a reduced sentence if I accuse him of rape?"
Lu Yiming smiled and leaned back.
He reached down and pulled open the drawer below, then casually took out a student's water bottle.
"Ms. Liao, is this the water glass you used to poison the drink?"
Liao Hong's eyes darted around for a moment, and she rubbed her right index finger against her thumb.
"Yes, I think so. I was too nervous at the time and was so focused on poisoning that I didn't see clearly."
"Then why did you turn yourself in again?" Lu Yiming looked at her with a half-smile.
"Because I know I can't escape. You American police are so powerful, what if they ask me to empty the magazine? Anyway, California doesn't have the death penalty, my husband will find me a good lawyer, I'll probably only serve a few years and be out."
Lu Yiming shook his head. This woman was lying and taking the blame for someone else.
Although he didn't have mind-reading abilities, his high intelligence and keen perception allowed him to see through Liao Hong's little tricks at a glance.
Simmons clearly died from ricin, but Lu Yiming deliberately misled people by claiming it was cyanide.
The woman actually accepted the offer without hesitation and even made up a purchase method.
Moreover, there was a very distinctive silver flask in the car, but no water cups at all.
But why would she do that?
This is first-degree murder, which carries a sentence of life imprisonment!
Even if, as she says, her husband will hire a lawyer for her, she should remain completely silent.
There's no need for her to answer every question like this; her current behavior makes it seem like she's trying to get the police to quickly identify her as the murderer.
Just then, another state police officer walked in with a newly retrieved background file and respectfully placed it in front of Lu Yiming.
Lu Yiming glanced at the documents and immediately understood.
He closed the document, sighed, and threw the pen on the table.
"Ms. Liao Hong, stop acting, your acting is terrible."
Lu Yiming said with certainty, "You are not the murderer of Simmons; you are taking the blame for someone else."
Liao Hong suddenly stood up, slamming her hands on the table, her emotions running high:
"I killed him! I bought the drugs, and I planted them! How can you American cops be so inefficient? I've already confessed, just arrest me and put me in jail! Stop talking nonsense!"
Lu Yiming ignored her rage and instead asked an unrelated question:
"Ms. Liao, you don't speak a word of English, what are you doing in America?"
Her lips trembled violently, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "I...I'm here to work, to earn more money for my family, isn't that okay?"
"Oh, Ms. Liao Hong, you really don't tell the truth at all."
Lu Yiming shook his head. "Your husband owns a building materials factory in China, with an annual turnover of tens of millions. He has plenty of money. Does he need a middle-aged woman like you, who doesn't even know the ABCs, to come all the way overseas to wash dishes and work?"
Upon hearing this, Liao Hong was stunned and somewhat at a loss for words. "...I came to the US market on behalf of my husband."
"Hey, let's be honest. Covering up a murderer is a serious crime, and you don't really think we can't find out, do you?"
Lu Yiming slowly pushed the photo of the young Asian girl that was tucked in the documents in front of her.
The girl in the photo has a bright smile, and her features bear a striking resemblance to Liao Hong.
"Let's talk about your daughter instead."