eurekapd Chapter 958 One-day couple, one-day grace; one-day couple, one-day death.
Chapter 958 One-day couple, one-day grace; one-day couple, one-day death.
"Why use such a complicated method?" Xiao Wang pressed.
"It was Zhou Meihong who said that this kind of autopsy makes it difficult to find the real cause of death." Qin Yong lowered his head. "She's right. If you hadn't found the syringe and the fiber, we might have really escaped."
Xiao Zhou frowned and asked, "What's the deal with that 20 yuan transfer?"
"It was payment after the deed was done," Qin Yong said with a bitter smile. "She said it was just a deposit, and that she would give me more after she got Li Dejun's inheritance. But now I realize that she never intended to marry me; I was just her scapegoat!"
The iron chair in the interrogation room creaked beneath Qin Yong. He stared down at his crossed knees, the dried cement stains on his work pants gleaming grayish under the cold white light. Li Ming slammed a stack of surveillance screenshots on the table; the scene of him and Zhou Meihong embracing intimately in the supermarket parking lot stung his eyes.
"Now tell me, how did you get involved with Zhou Meihong?" Li Ming's voice pierced the air like an icicle.
Qin Yong's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh tinged with self-mockery and despair: "I first met her last autumn. I was working as a subcontractor at the cement factory, responsible for moving stones. That day, she came to deliver lunch to Li Dejun, her high heels slipping on the gravel-strewn road." His gaze drifted into the void, as if he were back to that afternoon, "I reached out and helped her up, and when she looked up and smiled at me, I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest."
Xiao Zhou opened the notebook, pen tip hovering over the paper: "A married woman smiled at you, and you fell for her?"
"You don't understand!" Qin Yong suddenly became agitated, the handcuffs clattering against the table. "I grew up in an orphanage, without parents, and then struggled in society. Nobody ever gave me a second glance. But she was different. She praised my strong hands, asked if I was cold, and even brought me hot buns." His voice gradually choked up. "That night, she slipped me a note with her phone number on it."
A brief silence fell over the interrogation room, broken only by the hum of the air conditioner unit. Xiao Wang pulled up the call logs: "From that day on, you talked on the phone for more than two hours every day, and a week later you started frequently going in and out of the hotel?"
“She asked me out!” Qin Yong suddenly grabbed his hair, his knuckles turning white from the force. “She said Li Dejun didn’t treat her like a human being at all, that he hadn’t even touched her in ten years of marriage. The first time we met at the hotel, she cried and tried to tear off my clothes, saying that only with me could she feel alive.” His body began to tremble. “I know it’s wrong, but I just couldn’t refuse her. She bought me new clothes, took me to fancy restaurants, and said she wanted to run away with me…”
Li Ming noticed the scratches on Qin Yong's neck and lightly touched the photo with the tip of his pen: "How did you get these marks? Is it evidence that you were threatened to kill me?"
Qin Yong's face turned deathly pale, and his pupils contracted sharply. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "That was three months ago. She found out I had spoken a few extra words with a female worker at the factory. She went berserk, scratching me and smashing my phone to pieces, saying that if I dared to betray her, she would make sure I couldn't stay in Dongchuan." He suddenly laughed, a laugh filled with sorrow, "That's when I realized she didn't love me at all; she just treated me as her possession."
Xiao Zhou pushed the pregnancy test results in front of him: "Zhou Meihong is pregnant, and the child is yours?"
These words struck Qin Yong like a hammer blow. He stood up abruptly, only to be pulled back to his seat by handcuffs: "She never told me! This crazy woman..." His breathing became rapid. "That day she cried and said that Li Dejun wanted to divorce her and asked me to help her get rid of this obstacle. She said that as long as Li Dejun died, we could be together openly and she could also get a large inheritance."
"So you agree to kill him?" Xiao Wang's voice was full of disgust.
“What could I do if I didn’t agree?” Qin Yong suddenly broke down in tears, sobbing and snot dripping onto the table. “She has all our intimate videos, and she said if I didn’t obey, she’d post them online and make me never be able to hold my head up again.” He pressed his forehead against the cold table. “I was such a fool, thinking she really would marry me. That day at the quarry, my hand holding the syringe was shaking, but she said on the phone, ‘If we don’t kill him, we’ll both die…’”
Looking at the young man consumed by lust and fear, Li Ming suddenly recalled the photo of Li Dejun in the case file—the workshop director in overalls with a resolute gaze, who probably never imagined he would lose his life to the conspiracy of his wife and young lover. When Qin Yong began to describe the crime in detail, the air in the interrogation room seemed to freeze, with only his hoarse voice telling the story of this deadly trap woven by desire.
In another interrogation room, Zhou Meihong was still trying to argue: "Qin Yong took the initiative to propose the murder. He said that as long as Li Dejun was dead, we could be together openly!"
“Really?” Li Ming projected their chat history frame by frame onto the wall. “On July 10th, you messaged Qin Yong: ‘We must deal with him before the job competition, or we’re all doomed.’ On July 12th, you sent a tutorial on how to commit an air embolism…”
Zhou Meihong stared at the scrolling chat logs on the screen, the meticulously planned conversations coiling around her like venomous snakes. Her lips began to tremble uncontrollably, her carefully drawn eyebrows twisted in pain, and her once elegant makeup was now smeared beyond recognition by tears. The interrogation room was deathly silent, save for her heavy breathing echoing in the air.
"I hate him, I hate Li Dejun to the core!" Zhou Meihong suddenly shouted hoarsely, the handcuffs slamming against the iron table with a harsh sound. "We've been married for so many years, and all he cares about is his work. He doesn't care about me at all. All I want is a little care, a little love. Is that wrong?" Her body convulsed violently, and large tears fell onto the table.
Looking at Zhou Meihong, who was losing control of her emotions, Xiao Zhou remained calm: "So you cheated on me with Qin Yong and even plotted this murder?"
“Yes, I admit it!” Zhou Meihong raised her head, her eyes filled with despair and madness. “Qin Yong was young and passionate. He made me feel loved. When Li Dejun found out about us and threatened to divorce me, leave me with nothing, and send Qin Yong to prison, I knew that I couldn’t lose everything I had now.”
She took a deep breath and continued, "I started searching online for various methods of murder until I came across air embolism, which leaves almost no trace. I thought it was a perfect plan. I told Qin Yong about this idea. He was very scared at first, but after my persuasion, he finally agreed."