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The warm winter sun illuminates the gloomy cities and highways for most of the day.

A row of off-road vehicles driving in the silver and white world where it is already unclear whether it is a road, leaving a row of rut marks.

Due to the difficulty of getting up fast, it took a full hour before this row of cars arrived at his destination, the nearest county near Ningyuan.

There are not many people in the county, but sanitation personnel have begun to work.

In this cold weather, they need to work overtime to clear the main road first to ensure smooth traffic.

Zhang Xiaojian crossed Zhuo Fei, seeing the city scene finally in front of him, and he finally smiled. He had experienced Yue Liang's things and after spending several days in the countryside, he now has a feeling of returning to the world.

The police car stopped in front of the criminal police squad, and the bearded policeman in the front row turned his head and smiled: "I'm here, because it involves a murder case. You will be asked to record your confessions separately. Don't be afraid, just tell what you know and see."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded and asked: "Is there a cigarette? I want to smoke one first."

The bearded policeman flipped through his pockets, opened the cigarette case and found it was empty, and said, "Nothing."

Zhang Xiaojian leaned against the back of his chair: "I always feel that I will be interrogated. Not smoking a cigarette is not in line with the process of film and television drama."

Zhuo Fei looked at Zhang Xiaojian: "Brother, you have to go to the interrogation room if you want to smoke, and then smoke when you are asked about it. This is in line with the process."

Zhang Xiaojian frowned and said, "We are not real prisoners. There are so many stories to tell. Besides, is there no smoking inside?"

The bearded policeman was amused by the two and said: "Of course not in principle."

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Let me just say it."

With that, he pushed the car door, got out of the car first, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

When the bearded policeman got off the car, Zhang Xiaojian had already grabbed one, and then handed him one and said, "Go in after you finish."

The police comrade said unhappily, "No, why do you ask me for cigarettes?"

Zhang Xiaojian took out the lighter, lit it for him first, then lit it for himself, and took a deep breath: "If you want a cigarette from the police, you can meet the process of the film and television drama, and it will have an internal taste."

Bearded policeman: "..."

Are young people nowadays sand sculptures?

"Talk about it."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his head and glanced at the bright light instead of yellowing. He also looked at the old interrogation room environment around him: "Shall we tell you all?"

"Of course I have to say it all, the finer the better."

Zhang Xiaojian coughed lightly: "It starts when we go to Feiluan Village. It has been many, many days. No, I talked about it three days ago."

...

"So, this is still an economic fraud case?"

Zhuo Fei nodded heavily and said: "Yes, this matter will start from when we moved to Feiluan Village for three days. At that time, Yue Liang drove his extended car. Well, it was the extended one that came to the village anyway. ."

...

"At that time, you and your two female friends didn't know anything?"

Ye Mozhu nodded his head heavily: "At that time, I was still thinking about searching a nearby hot spring resort at night, and then I saw him kneeling on the ground, his expression and appearance were not right."

"Have you noticed it before?"

"The previous words, we should start talking about when we entered Feiluan Village three days ago. At that time, Yue Liang was giving out money to the villagers vigorously."

...

"So you decided to leave early because you were ill?"

Wang Wan'er nodded: "Yes, I was a little bit uncomfortable with the sleeping-fire kang at the time, and maybe a little bit uncomfortable. I happened to encounter heavy snow and learned through the broadcast that there was a traffic accident."

"What else do you know?"

"Then three days ago, we decided to come to Feiluan Village and talk about it. I don't know if these are useful."

"Useful, don't leave a word."

...

"Did you direct the drive into the path?"

Liu Mei said'um': "Yes, because I walked that way before, Wan'er was ill at the time. We hope to return to Ningyuan to find a big hospital, so as not to delay her condition.

"Is there anything else you think is worth talking about?"

Liu frowned and shook his head.

The police comrade in charge of recording the confession was a little surprised, thinking, why didn't you start talking about you in Feiluan Village three days ago?

...

...

Two hours later, the confession recording session ended.

The five Zhang Xiaojian finally gathered in a fairly spacious conference room.

I was discussing, the road is not good, so today it is better to find a good place to rest in this small county today. The door of the meeting room was opened.

The bearded policeman Zhang Xiaojian knew best came in: "Yue Liang said I want to see you."

"..." Zhang Xiaojian wondered: "Is it such a movie?"

The bearded policeman coughed: "You don't want to see it."

Zhang Xiaojian frowned and said, "I'm really curious about what he is going to say to me."

"Then go?"

"Okay, go on."

The interrogation room that Yue Liang was in was very different from the interrogation room that Zhang Xiaojian and others had entered in turn before.

This is an absolutely confined space without windows, and even the walls are covered with soft sofa-like paving, which seems to be to prevent suicide.

Yue Liang sat on a chair, with his hands leaned against the iron armrests, his expression was not decadent, his eyes were even bright.

Zhang Xiaojian sat down, first glanced curiously at the monitoring device in the upper right corner, and then looked at Yue Liang with a questioning look.

Yue Liang's cheeks were swollen. Looking at Zhang Xiaojian, he remembered how he was talking in front of the fire that day, so he asked: "I want to ask, at Uncle Sun's house before, are you all true?"

"Project Tim Chaiman?"

"Well, is it true?"

Zhang Xiaojian nodded: "Of course it is true, otherwise you think we are bragging?"

"I thought it was bragging."

Zhang Xiaojian said: "It doesn't matter."

Yue Liang was silent for a moment, and a look of eagerness appeared in his eyes: "Then can I contribute?"

Zhang Xiaojian frowned.

Yue Liang whispered: "I grew up in Feiluan Village after all. I may not be able to get out now. I still have some money in the card. I hope it can be used for the children's future education."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows: "You still have the right to freely dispose of property?"

Yue Liang said sincerely: "Defrauding money is really cheating money, and killing people is really killing people, but he robbed me first. If there is evidence to prove this, I think I should still have this right."

It's just that these words didn't move Zhang Xiaojian even a bit.

Zhang Xiaojian glanced at an unopened bottle of mineral water on the table, took a sip after unscrewing the cap, then thought for a moment, and shook his head firmly.

"Why?" Yue Liang was puzzled.

Zhang Xiaojian said in a normal tone: "My second aunt has taught me a truth since I was young. If I make a mistake, I will stand up straight and be beaten."

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Yue Liang and shook his head. He said, "Let’s not mention that I am rich. I am not short of your money. I just want to ask you, what is your purpose for donating money? I really want the children. Can there be a better education?"

Yue Liang was puzzled, looking at Zhang Xiaojian, his expression was slightly solemn.

Zhang Xiaojian smiled: "We are all ordinary people, who can really be like those in the film and television series? You can repent in an instant, and then immediately start to realize it? I don’t believe you Yue Liangneng, then you have to do this. In fact, there is only one purpose. You just hope your conscience will be better and you will have less repentance in the future."

"So, if you make a mistake, you will stand up straight and be beaten, and you want to bend over again?"

Zhang Xiaojian asked in the last sentence: "You said, is this still an excuse for yourself? What is the difference between this and the disguise that you used to cover up to cheat money with revenge?"

Yue Liang was speechless, his lips trembled a little.

He remembered that in the wooden house before, Zhang Xiaojian ruthlessly tore through all the reasons he gave himself, all the disguised words and pictures.

Now this is repeated again.

The reason is simple, in fact, everyone knows it, but why can't you be so compassionate to make me feel better?

Yue Liang sighed and looked at Zhang Xiaojian with a serious face frowning, as if he was teaching a kid who made mistakes to speak righteously, and said helplessly: "Every time you poke me, you are so cheap. "

When Zhang Xiaojian heard these words, his expression relaxed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Do you remember my name?"

Yue Liang tried his best to think about it. Although he introduced each other to Uncle Sun's house the day before yesterday, his nerves were tense at that time, and he would really remember the name of a passerby.

So he shook his head and said, "I forgot."

Zhang Xiaojian was not surprised by this answer. He stood up, stretched his shirt, turned and walked to the door, opened the door, and said casually, "My name is Zhang Xiaojian."