Under the watchful eyes of Han Fei and Xu Mo, Sun Jian began to recount his crimes, the process of committing them, and his motives for murder.
"My sister is an incredibly naive person. She believes everything people tell her. Because of this, she was tricked into becoming a mistress without even realizing it, and then she was abandoned."
"She was interning at the TV station building, working under that Zhang Guodong. That Zhang Guodong is nothing but an animal! He deceived my sister, and he deserved to die!"
As he said this, Sun Jian gritted his teeth, his eyes suddenly turning exceptionally fierce.
"Today, I disguised myself as a janitor and waited on the 13th floor of the TV station building. After Zhang Guodong entered the bathroom, I followed him in. Perhaps even heaven wanted to help me - when I went in, I found that he was the only person in there."
"I took out the knife I had prepared in advance. While he was using the toilet, I took his life from behind, dragged him into a stall, and then set fire to the bathroom using the alcohol I had brought in the cleaning cart. I also threw the cart full of flammable materials into the bathroom to destroy the body and evidence."
"I thought it would be perfect once the body was burned, but I didn't expect you to still discover it."
Sun Jian paused for a moment.
He looked at Xu Mo and Han Fei.
"I have a question I'd like to ask. How did you figure out that the bastard wasn't burned to death, but was killed by someone, even after the body was burned?"
At this point, how they figured it out didn't really matter anymore.
Xu Mo decided to explain it to Sun Jian anyway.
"People who are burned to death typically assume a 'pugilistic attitude' due to muscle contraction, with their limbs flexed. But Zhang Guodong's body had its limbs clearly extended. So we deduced that he was already dead when he was thrown into the bathroom, and the fire was just set by the killer to cover up the evidence."
"I see..." Sun Jian said with a bitter smile. "Impressive. I underestimated the skills of forensic experts."
"What happened next? Tell us about how you escaped from the scene after killing Zhang Guodong," Xu Mo continued to inquire.
He didn't tell Sun Jian that the main reason they could determine Zhang Guodong wasn't burned to death was that the body hadn't been completely destroyed by the fire.
This was to instill a sense of awe towards the police's capabilities in Sun Jian, to prevent him from committing similar acts if he ever got out.
Of course, the fact that the body wasn't completely burned was thanks to the firefighters.
If they hadn't arrived quickly and extinguished the flames in time, the body would have been completely destroyed.
In that case, even the best forensic techniques wouldn't have revealed much. Even if they suspected the victim wasn't killed by the fire but was murdered, they would have lacked crucial evidence.
After all, the body would have been destroyed.
No one would have known the exact cause of Zhang Guodong's death.
Even if they could trace Sun Jian through the surveillance footage, it wouldn't have been much use.
The fire could have been completely accidental.
For all they knew, it could have been caused by the victim Zhang Guodong's careless actions.
If Zhang Guodong had caused the fire himself and burned to death, who could argue against that?
With the body burned beyond recognition, the police wouldn't even have been able to determine Zhang Guodong's cause of death.
As for Sun Jian, at most he would have been guilty of impersonating a janitor, and was that even a crime?
Next, Sun Jian gave a detailed account of how he escaped from the scene.
After leaving the bathroom, he kept his head down and wore a mask, avoiding having his face captured by the surveillance cameras, and walked out of the TV station building.
In the plaza in front of the TV station building where there were no cameras, he took off the janitor's clothes and threw them into a garbage bin when no one was around, then casually went home.
As he finished recounting this, Sun Jian added a self-deprecating remark.
"I had checked, and those garbage bins are cleared every night. By tonight, that uniform would have been taken to the waste station, hidden among countless pieces of trash... I didn't expect you to find that uniform in advance. I really underestimated the police."
Xu Mo didn't respond.
He thought to himself that the police hadn't actually found the uniform at all, they hadn't even looked for it.
Mainly because they didn't know where exactly Sun Jian had thrown the clothes, and mobilizing all police forces to search for a piece of clothing with an unknown location would have been a waste of time.
After confessing everything, Sun Jian looked at Han Fei and Xu Mo, speaking with a hint of pleading in his voice.
"I've confessed everything I need to. Can I see my sister? I mean, can you let me out to see her once? She doesn't know about this yet, and I don't want her to think her brother is a bad person. Don't worry, I definitely won't run away. You can have two people follow me!"
"Seeing your sister is no problem, but it can only be here. We definitely can't let you out," Han Fei shook his head.
Having said that, he left the interrogation room to arrange for someone to call Sun Jian's sister to come.
Han Fei felt that this small wish of Sun Jian to see his family before being sentenced could be granted.
As a police officer, Han Fei was well aware of what Sun Jian's crimes meant.
Murder, arson, destruction of a corpse.
With these charges combined, it was basically certain that he would face the death penalty.
Even a good attitude during confession wouldn't change much.
Moreover, Sun Jian had now confessed everything.
Letting his sister come now wouldn't hurt anything.
It would be the siblings' last reunion.
After Han Fei left, Xu Mo also left the interrogation room.
"Wang, Zhang, and Xu Mo, you've all been to Sun Jian's home. Who wants to go call his sister to come?" Han Fei asked.
As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, Wang Dachuan and Xiao Zhang both shook their heads.
"I can't go, I have something else to do."
"I can't go either, I also have something to do."
Then, they both looked at Xu Mo with mischievous expressions.
Hearing this, Han Fei immediately turned to Xu Mo.
"Then could you trouble yourself to go?"
Just then, a notification sounded in Xu Mo's mind.
"You have successfully apprehended the fugitive. Reward obtained: Appearance Enhancement Pill x1!"
Appearance Enhancement Pill?
What kind of thing was that?
Would it make him handsome if he took it?
How handsome could it make him? The kind of handsome that would make girls unable to walk when they saw him?
As Xu Mo was pondering this, Han Fei suddenly continued speaking.
"Not saying anything means you agree. It's decided then, you go to Sun Jian's house and call his sister to come!"
Xu Mo: "..."
"For such a small matter, wouldn't a phone call suffice?" Xu Mo said.
The case was solved, and he was just waiting to get off work!
"A phone call won't work. What would you say on the phone? That Sun Jian is a murderer and you're a police officer? She'd think it was a scam call and hang up immediately. We can't let Sun Jian make the call either, he's a criminal."
"Alright then," Xu Mo agreed.
...
Garden community.
When Xu Mo arrived at the bottom of Building 4, he happened to see Sun Jian's sister.
At that moment, the girl was expressionlessly throwing large bags of things into the garbage bins.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that she was throwing away all of Sun Jian's clothes.
It was as if she knew in advance what had happened.
Xu Mo was a bit confused.
Didn't Sun Jian say his sister didn't know he had killed someone?
What was going on?
It seemed like Sun Jian's sister might also be involved...
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