Hearing Jiang Chengfeng's words, Su Qing smiled and took out his ID directly, shaking it in front of his eyes.

The woman's face was filled with a casual smile.

"We are policemen. Jiang Chengfeng has a murder case fifteen years ago that requires you and us to go back to the Public Security Bureau to cooperate with the investigation."

Although Su Qing's tone was casual, the woman's sharp eyes stared at Jiang Chengfeng without blinking.

So Su Qing saw it very clearly. When he heard the words "A murder fifteen years ago", Jiang Chengfeng's eyes actually shrank directly.

However, Jiang Chengfeng's movements were paused for more than ten seconds, so he immediately reacted, so Jiang Chengfeng immediately struggled again.

"What a murder case fifteen years ago, what does it have to do with me? I have no idea what you are talking about, let me go, let me go, let me go."

But Su Qing doesn't care what he is calling now, or even if this guy can really call Hua Hua, Su Qing is still indifferent.

She greeted Wang Gong and Supervisor Yan, and then left directly with Jiang Chengfeng who was still struggling.

Mr. Wang and Mr. Yan, look at me, I look at you, and then he heard Mr. Wang lower his voice and ask Mr. Yan.

"So what the female policeman just now meant was that Jiang Chengfeng had killed someone fifteen years ago?"

Manager Yan shook his head.

"I don't know, but that sounds like that!"

...

When he entered the interrogation room, Jiang Chengfeng was still struggling desperately. He glared with his eyes angrily, with blood red in his eyes.

Staring at Su Qing was like a wild beast.

"I don't know what the murder case was fifteen years ago. Let me go, let me go."

Su Qing didn't talk nonsense with this person, and directly threw out the case fifteen years ago, and then took out the tragic photos of the crime scene that year and let Jiang Chengfeng see it.

When Jiang Chengfeng saw the photo, his eyes widened slightly, and even his very loud voice could not help but lower his very high-pitched voice a little.

Su Qing raised his eyebrows with great interest.

"Oh, it really seems familiar. Then Jiang Chengfeng, hurry up and recall what happened fifteen years ago."

Jiang Chengfeng is now biting to death, but he just doesn't admit it.

He didn't believe it anymore. Fifteen years have passed, and these policemen can still find evidence from that year.

So Jiang Chengfeng shook his head and said directly.

"I don't understand what you are talking about!"

And speaking of this, Jiang Chengfeng's tone became more and more righteous.

"Also, why do you decide that I did the case fifteen years ago? I, Jiang Chengfeng, have never offended you, I don't even know you, so how can you harm me like this?"

"Or comrade police, why don't you like me? You can tell me directly. As long as you say it, can't I change it?"

He looked aggrieved.

Su Qing smiled so hard that his eyebrows were curved, looking in a pretty good mood.

She glanced at Li Jie who was doing the transcription quickly, then leaned back and relaxed her body, but her tone and expression on her face did not change at all.

"You are thinking too much, just because of you, you really don't have any skills, which makes me dislike you."

These words made Jiang Chengfeng's face even worse.

But Su Qing hasn't finished speaking yet.

She directly took out a photo of the bloody handprint from the murder scene fifteen years ago and showed it to Jiang Chengfeng.

"Look, this is the handprint you left behind back then."

Jiang Chengfeng looked at the photo and his eyes became darker and deeper, but he just took a look, turned his head, turned his gaze to the side, and then pursed his lips and said.

"I don't know this!"

Su Qing was not angry either, but he was just not too anxious or slow.

"I'll analyze this photo for you. You can listen to it. Is it right? This should be the blood on your hands after you killed someone, so this should be your subconscious action. You raised your hand and wiped it on the wall. After all, it's still uncomfortable if you have blood on your hands."

"As for this board and the fingerprint on the kitchen knife, you have wiped it, but you didn't expect that the reason we can find you is because of the fingerprint you left behind."

When Jiang Chengfeng heard this, his eyes immediately widened and looked incredible.

He looked at Su Qing, his eyes full of disbelief.

He didn't want to speak at first, but at this moment he still endured it and endured it, but he still couldn't hold it back.

So he heard his voice sound.

"Comrade Police, are you having fun? Just because of this, where can you get fingerprints?"

There is no lack of sarcasm in his tone.

Su Qing lit up some fingerprints from the three fingers that Xiao Jibing recovered.

"From this, it is really difficult to find a complete fingerprint. I don't know the future criminal investigation technology, but with the current criminal investigation technology, it really cannot do this."

"But we can't fix the complete fingerprint, but we have a way to fix some fingerprints."

At this point, Su Qing's voice became colder, and her beautiful face also sank.

"Yes, as you can see, we just fixed only one-eighth of your fingerprints from three fingers. Through these one-eighth fingerprints, we compared more than a dozen people in the fingerprint library!"

When Jiang Chengfeng heard that he had actually compared more than a dozen people, his eyes couldn't help but lit up slightly, and then his mouth moved, obviously he wanted to speak, but before he could say anything, Su Qing was directly interrupted.

I only heard Su Qing's voice was cool and cold. It was clearly just now, and the smile on this woman's face was still like the spring breeze in March. It was clearly just now, and the smile in this woman's voice was still there.

But in just a moment, the woman's face was completely covered with winter snow.

"Jiang Chengfeng, I advise you to take a good look at this photo!"

Su Qing was holding a photo of the bloody handprint on the wall.

"Jiang Chengfeng, I can teach you a good boy now. In fact, everyone's fingerprints are unique, but the same palm prints are the same, and they are also unique!"

When Jiang Chengfeng heard this, his eyes fell on the photo and printed on the extremely clear blood palm print on the wall. Jiang Chengfeng's pupils couldn't help but shrink and directly shrank to the size of a needle tip. He seemed to have some understanding.

And think about it again, when these policemen find themselves, the first thing they do was to test their palm lines first.

After the words came to his voice, Su Qing threw the photo in his hand directly onto the desktop.

The cold voice suddenly brought out an unconcealed majesty.

"So, Jiang Chengfeng, I don't have to scare you. In fact, even if you don't admit it, just relying on the palm pattern you left on the scene, I can submit this case directly to the procuratorate."

"I know what it means to be a mountain of evidence. In this situation, you are a real mountain of evidence."

"If you tell the truth, maybe the judge will consider that you have a good attitude towards confessing your guilt."

Jiang Chengfeng didn't speak immediately this time. He just tucked his hands together, and the expression on his face kept changing. It can be seen that he should be very entangled.

Su Qing was not in a hurry, and directly reached out and hooked up a pen, turning it around one after another.

Li Jie is not Sun Chen either.

If the person who took the transcripts here today was Sun Chen, I am afraid that the guy would no longer be able to control his mouth and would immediately say something.

But Li Jie also sat there quietly.

So the interrogation room fell into a nearly strange silence. In such silence, Jiang Chengfeng could even clearly hear his breathing.

"Hu, Hu, Hu..."

He could even feel that his breathing was a little tight.

The silence seemed to last for a long time.

Finally, when Su Qing was turning the pen, he accidentally failed to control it. The turning pen fell directly to the ground.

A crisp sound was made.

"Bang!"

It wasn't that loud, but it couldn't help but the interrogation room was so quiet now.

Jiang Chengfeng was shocked. He raised his head, but saw Su Qing bent down and pick up the pen, and then continued to turn. However, this very beautiful policewoman, with his beautiful big eyes, stared at him tightly.

At that moment, Jiang Chengyu swallowed and finally spoke.

"Okay, I'll say!"

He now understands it, and it doesn't matter if he holds on.

Just as Su Qing said, the palm lines are so unique.

The police before may not have not thought about palm prints, but they did not have the ability to repair fingerprints by one-eighth.

Then sift out yourself through this broken eighth fingerprint.

Although he had no idea now, whether he had a brain sucked or had a water in his brain, he would have printed his palm lines on the wall.

But there is no regret medicine in this world, nor is there any chance for him to correct this inadvertent minor mistake.

At this time, Su Qing had already spoken lightly and urged him.
To be continued...