Chapter 22 Unraveling the details of evidence

Huang Landeng remained silent.

Kuntai was a little anxious, and kept winking.

After the handcuffs were opened, Mr. Li's face became more gloomy, and he looked up at Lin Luo in front of him.

If the protagonist Qin Feng came, he might be frightened by his gaze.

Unfortunately, Lin Luo is not Qin Feng.

He chuckled and turned to the center of the workshop.

After clearing his throat, he officially began to reveal the case.

"Three months ago, four gold shops in Chinatown were robbed overnight, and a total of more than 100 kilograms of gold were lost."

"After a careful investigation, we found that Songpa, the owner of Songpa Workshop, was one of the masterminds."

"However, just when we were about to arrest Songpa."

"The night before, he was found dead in the workshop, and the stolen gold was also missing."

"Mr. Li should not know about these things, right?" Lin Luo asked with his head tilted.

He continued without waiting for anyone to speak.

"Under the arrangement of Sir Kun, I have made a lot of secret visits and can confirm it!"

"Songpa's case has nothing to do with the gold robbery."

"It's just that the time when Songpa was killed was very coincidental, which misled some people's vision, so there was an illusion that the two were related."

This sentence hinted at Huang Landeng who was standing aside.

Huang Landeng understood and was immediately furious.

He shouted coldly: "These are all your assumptions. No assumptions are allowed in handling cases!"

"Of course." Lin Luo snapped his fingers and nodded.

He waved to the side.

Kuntai's men immediately understood and took out several things.

"This is the pestle that killed Songpa. The police have identified that the remaining blood does belong to Songpa."

"Next, I want to tell you a story."

Lin Luo took the pestle and put it on the counter of the workshop.

"On April 14, 2015, at 11:30 p.m., Tang Ren in Chinatown received a call asking him to deliver a batch of goods to Songpa Workshop."

As soon as he opened his mouth to say the first sentence, Mr. Li, who was not far away, suddenly tensed up.

The noise was so loud that it even alarmed several police officers around.

Huang Landeng and Kuntai also noticed it.

Kuntai remained calm and asked several police officers to surround him and keep a close eye on his every move.

As for Lin Luo, the story continued.

"At twelve o'clock in the evening, Tang Ren arrived at Songpa Workshop."

"It was Songpa who opened the door for him, but because the light was too bright, he went straight into the workshop."

As Lin Luo told the story.

A henchman turned on a searchlight to simulate the environment at that time.

"The lights were off in the workshop, only a candle was lit on the counter, and the demon-subduing pestle was placed on the chair in front of the counter."

"In order to fill out the receipt, Tang Ren naturally picked up the demon-subduing pestle and put it on the counter."

"After receiving the receipt from Songpa and paying the money, Songpa went straight back to the room."

"While filling out the receipt, music sounded in the room."

"Tang Ren turned his head and saw that it was faintly coming from Songpa's bedroom. Candles were also lit in the bedroom, and only Songpa's shadow could be seen sitting on the chair."

With the efforts of several minions, the environment in the workshop was simulated into the scene of that night.

Kun Tai stood there, feeling chilled.

Some of the minions beside him were guarding Mr. Li, and some went to set up the environment.

He was left standing alone in front of the statue, with hair standing on end.

He unconsciously moved closer to Huang Landeng.

"Wait, wait!" Huang Landeng frowned and interrupted: "How do you know these things?"

"Sir Huang, is there a possibility that Tang Ren and I are both under Sir Kun's command, and I can ask him in person?"

"Then according to you, when Tang Ren arrived at the workshop, Songpa was not dead yet?" Huang Landeng asked.

Lin Luo put his index finger in front of his mouth to signal him to be quiet.

"Here, it's the second story I want to tell. Mr. Li, can I?"

Everyone looked at Mr. Li, feeling a sense of authority.

Mr. Li's face seemed to have turned a lot paler, and he did not answer Lin Luo's question.

"First of all, let me ask a question. There is water and electricity in the workshop. Why did Songpa only light candles when he worked at night?"

"Because..." Lin Luo paused deliberately.

"That night, what Tang Ren saw was not Songpa, but Songpa disguised by Mr. Li!" His tone suddenly became sharp.

In conjunction with Mr. Li's suddenly widened eyes.

A strange atmosphere permeated the dim workshop.

A thug wearing a wig walked out of the bedroom. Under the glaring light, his face was completely invisible.

Kun Sir stood alone, his legs trembling slightly.

If it weren't for his face, he would have even wanted to hug Huang Landeng's arm for comfort.

"Mr. Li used the light and the wig to deceive Tang Ren and made him think that Songpa was still alive."

"He also deliberately put the demon pestle there to get Tang Ren's fingerprints!"

"As for Songpa's shadow in the bedroom..."

"In fact, what Tang Ren saw was just Songpa's body!"

"And Mr. Li, who pretended to be Songpa, hid in the box immediately after giving the money and locked it from the inside."

"Using Tang Ren's hand, he left the crime scene."

"Everyone thought that Tang Ren pushed away the gold, but in fact, we were all fooled by Mr. Li!"

...

Everyone in the workshop fell silent.

Huang Landeng's expression was ugly, and his eyes kept fluctuating.

"I admit that your reasoning is brilliant, but there is still no evidence!"

"Songpa's workshop is very closed, with only one exit, the main door, and there is 24-hour surveillance outside the door."

"We checked the 7-day video. From beginning to end, only Tang Ren entered and exited the workshop. How do you explain this?"

Lin Luo smiled: "It's very simple. You checked the content of 7 days because the video can only be cached for 7 days at most."

"As long as you enter the workshop 7 days in advance, the surveillance will not be able to capture it."

"Sir Huang, please listen to me patiently." Lin Luo waved his hand, leaving Huang Landeng speechless.

"I checked in the workshop. There are several footprints on the wall under the bed in the secondary bedroom. They should have been left when hiding there."

"Mr. Li, if I'm not mistaken, those footprints were left by you, right?"

"No need to explain, we have technicians to verify!"

As soon as the voice fell, several police officers immediately walked into the secondary bedroom, which was Songpa's son's room.

They walked out quickly.

"Huang Sir, Kun Sir, there are indeed traces of footprints."

Kun Tai's eyes lit up with joy.

Huang Landeng, on the other hand, looked like he had lost his parents.

"Coincidentally, Mr. Li took a long vacation seven days ago, but I searched all over Bangkok and couldn't find any trace of Mr. Li."

Lin Luo smiled: "Maybe Mr. Li was hiding here at the time."

"If Mr. Li has other reasons."

"Coincidentally, I also have evidence here!"

As he said, Lin Luo took out an evidence bag from his arms.

The bag contained the speaker of Songpa's house.

"That night, Tang Ren heard the music, which means someone turned on the speaker."

"But Mr. Li was hiding in the box at that time."

"So I think you should have remotely controlled Bluetooth to turn on the speaker to play music...It just so happens that this kind of speaker has a memory function."

Holding the speaker in his hand, Lin Luo pretended to hand it to Mr. Li.

"Why don't you take out your phone and see if it will connect automatically?"