roccoschili Chapter 393 The thief shouts to catch the thief
Chapter 393 The thief shouts to catch the thief
The majestic and dignified Public Security Bureau is quietly located in a corner of the bustling and noisy street. The cold exterior of the building forms a sharp contrast with the bustling city scene around it. It is like a loyal guard, silently guarding this pure land for the peace of the city.
Luo Jinxi and Zhang Zhekun, along with a group of police officers, hurried out of the Public Security Bureau lobby, their figures looking particularly hurried under the sunlight.
They quickly came to the yard, opened the car door neatly, and got into the police car one by one.
Followed by three crisp "bang, bang, bang" sounds of the door closing, the siren suddenly sounded, sharp and rapid, instantly piercing the sky, attracting the attention of passers-by.
Three police cars rushed towards the garment factory like an arrow shot from a bow. Along the way, the police lights flashed and the scenery on both sides of the street passed by quickly like a slide show.
Soon, the police car stopped steadily in the garment factory yard. The well-trained police officers got out of the car quickly and followed Luo Jinxi and Zhang Zhekun's steps, walking quickly towards the accounting office.
Zhang Zhekun arrived at the office door first. Without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.
Dong Jiahui was seen sitting behind his desk with a sad face, as if he was shrouded in a layer of gloom.
The moment he saw Zhang Zhekun and Luo Jinxi, a trace of panic flashed across his lowered eyes, and then he slowly stood up, his movements slow and stiff.
Zhang Zhekun stared at Dong Jiahui with a sharp gaze, and said word by word: "I told you before that hiding the truth will not do you any good. Now, you have no other choice, please come with us!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two police officers quickly stepped forward and handcuffed Dong Jiahui with expert movements. One on the left and one on the right, they led him slowly out of the accounting office.
Without any effort, they quickly brought Dong Jiahui back to the Public Security Bureau. Dong Jiahui was taken to a cramped interrogation room. He looked depressed, like a defeated rooster, sitting dejectedly on a chair.
Qian Zhanyong, Luo Jinxi and Zhang Zhekun pushed open the door and walked in. The footsteps of the three were particularly clear in the silent interrogation room.
They walked to their respective seats and sat down. Qian Zhanyong was the first to break the silence. Qian Zhanyong looked serious, his eyes locked on Dong Jiahui, and asked:
"Name, age, where are you from?" His voice was low and powerful, echoing in the interrogation room.
Dong Jiahui took a long breath, as if trying to calm his inner tension and anxiety, and slowly said: "Dong Jiahui, 43 years old, Xinchenghe Community, 216th Road, North Street River, Gcheng."
Qian Zhanyong nodded slightly and continued to ask: "Dong Jiahui, when was the last time you saw Zhu Huimin?"
When Dong Jiahui heard this question, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face and his eyes began to flicker.
Zhang Zhekun was displeased when he saw this. He knocked on the table hard and said loudly, "It's already this time, and you still want to hide it?"
His voice was particularly loud in the small interrogation room, and it frightened Dong Jiahui so much that his body trembled violently. In fact, it was not so much that Zhang Zhekun's behavior frightened him, but rather that he had something to hide and was guilty.
Dong Jiahui swallowed and said slowly: "The last time I saw Zhu Huimin was the night before I reported the case."
As he spoke, his eyes became empty and blurry, as if the scene of that night reappeared before his eyes.
Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead and his whole body was shaking involuntarily. Obviously, what happened that night was an indelible nightmare for him, and he still has lingering fears.
Dong Jiahui took a deep breath and began to recall: "I always thought Zhu Huimin was sincere to me. Over the years, I have given so much for her.
Although many people told me that Zhou Nan was very close to her, I still didn't want to believe it.
After all, she has told me countless times that her biggest wish is to settle down in G City and live a stable life.
I thought I could help her realize this wish." His voice was choked with sobs and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"That night, I went to see her as usual and brought her her favorite snacks.
But the moment I opened the door, what I saw was their miserable scene.
My mind went blank in an instant, and the anger in my heart suddenly rose up, and I couldn't control myself at all.
I rushed over, grabbed Zhou Nan, and started punching him." Dong Jiahui's fists clenched unconsciously, and the expression on his face became ferocious.
"I was really furious at the time, so I rushed towards Zhu Huimin and grabbed her neck tightly with both hands, trying to get her to give me an explanation.
But the moment my hand touched her neck, seeing her horrified eyes, my heart suddenly softened, and my hand unconsciously loosened its grip. "Dong Jiahui's eyes revealed a trace of pain and regret.
Zhang Zhekun looked suspicious and asked loudly, "You were soft-hearted? Then how did she die?"
Dong Jiahui closed his eyes, as if trying to calm his emotions, and then continued:
"The scene was so chaotic, Zhou Nan took advantage of my distraction and knocked me to the ground. My head hit the ground hard, and my eyes went black, and I knew nothing.
When I came to, I heard Zhu Huimin yelling at Zhou Nan to hurry up. After Zhou Nan left in a hurry, Zhu Huimin ran over to yell at me. I was still furious, and I pushed her subconsciously. His voice got lower and lower, full of guilt.
“When I got up, I saw her lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth. I was terrified and ran over to see her.
But as soon as I took a step further, the accumulated water on the ground suddenly made my feet numb, and I realized that there was a leakage.
I panicked and ran out to turn off the power. When I went back to see her, she was already dead." Dong Jiahui's voice began to tremble, he held his head with his hands, and curled up.
"I was so scared that my mind went blank. I didn't want anyone to know that I had a conflict with her, so I carried her to bed and covered her with a blanket.
I had been electrocuted before when I was charging my phone at her bedside, so I thought of disguising the scene to make it look like her phone was leaking electricity.
Then, I cleaned the house thoroughly, cleared away all possible traces, and left quietly. "After Dong Jiahui finished speaking, he slumped in his chair, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant.
The interrogation room fell into a brief silence, with only the sound of Dong Jiahui's heavy breathing, as if putting a heavy end to this tragedy.
Zhang Zhekun looked at Dong Jiahui with disdain and said, "The thief cried thief, and in the end he was charged with faking the scene even though he was innocent." After saying that, he took the transcript and followed Qian Zhanyong and Luo Jinxi out of the interrogation room.
Zhou Nan's surrender was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing new waves in the Zhu Huimin dormitory death case.
After Zhou Nan's confession, the police learned clearly that there seemed to be a deeper secret behind Dong Jiahui's involvement in this case, so they quickly launched an investigation, not missing any details.
As the investigation deepened, Dong Jiahui's behavior of concealing the controversial incident in the dormitory with Zhou Nan gradually surfaced. The police took decisive action and placed him under criminal detention in accordance with the law.
In the interrogation room, Qian Zhanyong stared at Dong Jiahui with a sharp gaze. Each of his questions hit the nail on the head, leaving Dong Jiahui no chance to breathe.
Under Qian Zhanyong's powerful interrogation, Dong Jiahui's psychological defenses gradually collapsed, and he finally truthfully confessed the entire case.
It turned out that he lost his mind due to jealousy and anger that night and pushed Zhu Huimin down. Fearing to take responsibility, he carefully faked the scene and tried to put the blame on Zhou Nan.
Soon, the case was solved and the truth was revealed. The court opened the trial, and the atmosphere in the solemn court was so heavy that it was suffocating.
The gallery was filled with people who were paying attention to the case, and their eyes were focused on Dong Jiahui in the dock.
As the prosecutor, Teacher Song stood up and began to read the indictment in a loud and firm voice.
"Dear presiding judge and judges, the defendant in this case, Dong Jiahui, on November 11 of a certain year, pushed Zhu Huimin down in her dormitory in a fit of impulse because of the emotional entanglement between him, Zhu Huimin and Zhou Nan.
This put Zhu Huimin in a dangerous situation. Due to the objective conditions that the dormitory was damaged, leaking electricity and there was water on the ground, Zhu Huimin was eventually electrocuted to death.
Afterwards, the defendant Dong Jiahui not only failed to provide timely assistance, but also falsified the death scene in order to evade legal sanctions, intending to frame others, which seriously interfered with the judicial order. "
The lawyer paused, looked around the court, and continued, "Dong Jiahui's behavior first constitutes the crime of negligent homicide.
He should have foreseen that his act of pushing Zhu Huimin might result in the harmful consequence of other people's death, but due to negligence he did not foresee it, or he had foreseen it but believed it could be avoided, which ultimately caused Zhu Huimin's death.
According to Article 233 of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China, anyone who negligently causes death shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than seven years; if the circumstances are relatively minor, he shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years.
“Secondly, Dong Jiahui’s act of fabricating evidence has seriously undermined the normal activities of the judicial organs.
He knew that his actions were illegal, but in order to achieve his own goals, he resorted to all means to falsify the scene and mislead the police's investigation.
This behavior constitutes the crime of fabricating evidence, and according to the law, it should be punished with imprisonment of not more than three years or criminal detention. "
Dong Jiahui sat in the dock, his face as pale as paper and his body trembling slightly.
His eyes were filled with resentment and regret; his former arrogance and luck had long since disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, he had to face the crimes he had committed and accept severe punishment from the law.
The chief judge looked at Dong Jiahui seriously, picked up the gavel and pounded it on the table, saying, "The case of Zhu Huimin's death in the dormitory has been solved to date. I hereby adjourn the court. After the collegial panel deliberates, the verdict will be announced on a later date."
People in the court gradually dispersed, but the impact of this case was hard to dissipate for a long time. It warned people that impulse and greed can make people lose themselves, and those who violate the bottom line of the law will be punished accordingly.