Li Jianbin asked doubtfully: "Does the owner of the mahjong parlor have anything to do with this?"

Hu Pingtao nodded affirmatively: "Even if there is no direct connection, it is at least indirect."

Liao Qiu reacted quickly: "Xiaohu, are you referring to the mahjong table?"

Hu Pingtao smiled: "That's right! Not just anyone can modify the electronic program of the mahjong table. Especially those who run mahjong parlors. If they want to do a good business, the word "integrity" is essential. If some

If customers keep losing and some customers keep winning, it will only lead to the loss of customers.

Mahjong is all about winning. If you lose too much, you won't be interested. The place where you play is commonly known as "Wangzi", and it is normal to win and lose. If someone keeps losing, and loses miserably, resentment will arise. Or just don't come,

Or report it directly to the local police station and take everyone in together."

"So from the position of a mahjong parlor owner, I definitely hope that the guests will win or lose, and come in rotation. Under this premise, the mahjong parlor owner generally will not adjust the table program, and there is no need for it."

"Zhang Ligen is different. Although I don't know where he learned the technique of adjusting the mahjong table, one thing is certain - before this, he must have helped repair it in some way or under an excuse.

table."

After saying this, Liao Qiu also understood: "He took the opportunity to adjust the program of the mahjong table?"

Hu Pingtao nodded: "He should be carrying the remote control of the mahjong table. It is not difficult to adjust the program. I have handled a case before. The remote control in the casino can be made by yourself. It has no technical content and is very simple."

Liao Qiu took a deep breath and told Li Jianbin confidently: "Let's make arrangements! Retrial those three guys immediately."

At this time, the landline phone on the table rang.

Liao Qiu picked up the phone and Ding Jian's familiar voice came from the phone.

"The autopsy results came out: sudden death from heart disease."

…

Wang Qingguo has a natural fear of the interrogation room. Especially when he walked in for the second time, he was forced to sit on a chair and was given the extra special treatment of "included" handcuffs.

Hu Pingtao is in charge of the review.

The opening remarks were simple: "Tell me everything you know. I remind you not to take chances. I know very well what you have done. Zheng Qianshan did not die accidentally. You...including Zhang Ligen, conspired to murder."

Wang Qingguo's whole body trembled, and he opened his mouth and screamed: "No, I didn't kill anyone."

Hu Pingtao smiled faintly: "Would you like me to ask you to play mahjong. Let you lose two or thirty hands first, and then in the last hand I will let you have all the cards and draw three by yourself?"

Wang Qingguo's face suddenly turned pale, and his expression seemed to be that he had seen a ghost.

"...How do you know?"

Hu Pingtao said coldly: "This is what our police do. Let me remind you one last time: you will be lenient if you confess, and you will be stern if you resist. If you refuse to explain, the final result will be jail time. You are in your sixties

The village is now full of children and grandchildren, and the village has been demolished and relocated

The house plus compensation is worth at least one to two million. You have suffered for most of your life, and now is the time to enjoy happiness. Think about your peers in the village. Others are happily teasing their grandchildren and living a good life, but you are locked in prison.

It’s hard work, and you might have to die of old age there.”

"I feel it's not worth it for you!"

“Have you heard of Chi Zhiqiang’s Tears Behind Bars? I’m holding a steamed bun in my hand, and there’s not a drop of oil in the bowl. Do you want me to play a section for you now?”

Wang Qingguo's expression was dull, his lips were trembling, and he asked repeatedly: "If...if I say it, can it be regarded as surrendering?"

Hu Pingtao couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't see it! You still know our policies very well! OK! Judging from your performance, if you honestly tell everything you know, we will definitely

This is mentioned in the report, and depending on the specific circumstances, the sentence may be reduced or even exempted from prosecution.”

Wang Qingguo said dejectedly: "...Then, I will say it."

…

It was already midnight when Yang Dafu was brought into the interrogation room.

He yawned and looked sleepy.

At first, his face was full of indifference, but when his hands were cuffed, his whole body came to his senses.

"Comrade policeman, I'm a good person! Why do you put handcuffs on me?" He cried out in frustration.

Hu Pingtao looked at him and asked bluntly: "How did Zheng Qianshan die?"

Yang Dafu opened his mouth and answered without thinking: "I was scared to death by the police...oh no, by Zhang Ligen."

Hu Pingtao looked serious: "The police station is a state agency, and now it is a formal interrogation. I remind you that every word you say now will become an important basis for the judge in sentencing when it comes to court."

Yang Dafu was dumbfounded: "Sentencing? This... you mean, I have to go to court?"

Hu Pingtao ignored him and continued with the question: "How did Zheng Qianshan die?"

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Yang Dafu's heart, and he shook his head in panic: "I didn't kill him. This matter has nothing to do with me."

"That is to say, Zheng Qianshan was not frightened to death. This was a murder case!" Hu Pingtao controlled his tone very delicately. He gave a controlled sneer just right: "You were also present at the time."

"I didn't do it!" Yang Dafu couldn't laugh anymore, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching: "I just... no, I don't know anything, I really don't know anything!"

Hu Pingtao snorted disdainfully: "Is there nothing I can do if you don't tell me? There are three of you, Zhang Ligen is the latecomer. Wang Qingguo and Tao Xingzheng have already explained. You think I have nothing to do, so I called you in the middle of the night

Get up and ask questions?"

Yang Dafu was dumbfounded again, speechless and unable to say a word.

"Think about your family! You are old, don't end up in jail when you should enjoy happiness." Hu Pingtao sighed and repeated what he said to Wang Qingguo.

Yang Dafu is a smart man, and he nodded his head quickly: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."

…

At around three o'clock in the morning, it was Tao Xingzheng's turn.

Hu Pingtao still had the same question: "How did Zheng Qianshan die?"

Tao Xing was looking down at the handcuffs, his body shaking slightly as if uncontrollably.

After a few seconds of silence, he raised his head with extremely slow movements, his face full of despair, but there was a look of hope deep in his eyes.

"...I have been in the police station before, and I know the methods of your police. Since you brought me in for the second time and added handcuffs, it means...wait, have you arrested Lao Yang and Lao

Wang? These two bastards sold me out?"

He gasped for air and made a hoarse voice.

Hu Pingtao was surprised by this. He leaned forward, pressed his left hand on the table, and asked calmly: "Why do you think it's Yang Dafu and Wang Qingguo, not Zhang Ligen?"

Tao Xingzheng stuck out his tongue, licked his dry lips, and shook his head firmly: "Zhang Ligen will not betray me."

"Why?" Hu Pingtao asked quickly, not giving him time to think.

"Zhang Ligen is out for revenge." Tao Xingzheng's voice was low but clear enough: "Yang Dafu and Wang Qingguo are out for money... Male Gobi. I had already guessed this would be the case."

Hu Pingtao asked calmly: "Then do you think it is still necessary to waste time?"

A helpless smile appeared on Tao Xingzheng's old face: "...Those two bastards...are the same as my grandson said when playing games, they are pig teammates!"

He raised his head and asked uncertainly: "If I take the initiative to explain the problem, can it be regarded as surrendering and be treated leniently?"

Hu Pingtao was noncommittal: "It depends on your attitude."

"Okay!" Tao Xingzheng said happily: "I'm old and I'm really afraid of going to jail. In fact, if Zhang Ligen hadn't been begging me for this and promised enough benefits, Lao Yang, Lao Wang and I would have really

I don’t want to agree to it.”

Hu Pingtao said: "Be more specific and explain the matter carefully."

Tao Xingzheng continued to lick his lips and suddenly asked: "Comrade police, have you ever interrogated Zhang Ligen?"

Hu Pingtao replied: "Don't worry about this, just tell me what you know."

Tao Xingzheng was a little anxious: "I want to make meritorious service, and I want to seek leniency. If you have never tried Zhang Ligen, then what I say will be very useful to you."

Hu Pingtao thought for a moment and responded: "Don't bargain with me. I have already made my attitude clear. You are now a criminal suspect. Again - whether you can be treated leniently depends on your attitude.

And the issue of explanation.”

Tao Xingzheng hesitated for a few seconds and asked tentatively: "...Can you give me a cigarette?"

Hu Pingtao put his hand into his pocket, took out a box of high-quality "Yuxi", stood up and walked to Tao Xingzheng, took out one and handed it to him, and then lit it with a lighter.

Tao Xingzheng took a deep breath and held it in his lungs for a long time before slowly exhaling the remaining smoke from his nostrils.

"The feud between Zhang Ligen and Lao Zheng lasted for more than a day or two."

"Lao Zheng used to have a bad reputation in the village. He gambled and made money. In the words of the time, he was a second-rate man. His family had land, but he was too lazy to farm it. I, Lao Yang, Lao Wang, and Zhang Ligen all worked together with him.

He grew up as a child. Lao Zheng is older than us, has a wild nature, relies on his parents for food and clothing, and barely touches the farm work in the fields."

"Old Zheng is very talkative and quite talented. But he never learned well since he was a child and just followed the gangsters. There used to be an old thief on Ma Street, the kind who stole things. It is said that he had two hands.

There were only three fingers left. The rest were discovered while stealing and chopped off on the spot. It was all old things in the past. At that time, your police were not as strict as they are now. If you caught a thief, you would have to beat him on the spot. Be more ruthless.

If you’re a kid, just chop off your fingers.”

"The old thief was very famous. Later, the masses reported him and he was arrested. While he was outside, Lao Zheng took the initiative to find him and wanted to become his disciple. This will be his livelihood in the future."

As he spoke, Tao Xingzheng raised his hands, stretched out his right index and middle fingers, and made a pinching motion.

"The old thief confiscated him. Lao Zheng knelt outside the old thief's residence. Later, seeing that the old thief still didn't respond, he changed his approach and helped the old thief buy food, and took care of him for several months."
To be continued...