RNP Chapter 963 Xu Damao confessed everything
Chapter 963 Xu Damao confessed everything
Not long after, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the emergency room. A doctor in a white coat hurried out, glanced around the waiting area, and quickly locked onto Ran Qiuye. He walked over quickly and whispered a few words. This was Tong Ren's special request—Gu Nan had been shot and was undergoing emergency treatment inside, and the family had to be informed.
After hearing this, Ran Qiuye suddenly tightened her grip around the child, her knuckles turning white. The child whimpered from the strangulation. Her tears streamed down, landing heavily on the child's swaddling clothes. But she bit her lip tightly, not crying out loud. She mechanically followed the doctor to the emergency room, her feet feeling like they were treading on cotton, feeling extremely weak.
Outside the emergency room, the tightly closed door felt like a life-or-death struggle. She crouched in the corner, her child in her arms, her eyes fixed on the red "Operation" light on the door. A single thought raced through her mind: Gu Nan couldn't be in any danger. He was her sky, the pillar of their family. If this sky collapsed, how would she and her child survive the rest of their lives?
The corridor was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat, the "thump, thump" sound hurting my eardrums. Ran Qiuye gently patted the child in her arms, humming a tuneless nursery rhyme in a trembling voice, tears streaming down her face. She prayed in her heart over and over again: Gu Nan, you must wake up, you must wake up...
On the other side, Xu Damao, who was taken into the interrogation room of the Public Security Bureau, had lost his usual arrogance. He sat on the chair with his neck shrunk, his mind as clear as a mirror - at this time, only by cooperating honestly could he get lenient treatment.
He caught a glimpse of the monkey in the corner and immediately pointed at him, his voice filled with an eagerness to please: "Officer, it's this monkey! And his boss named Xiao Bao, they forced me to show movies in the courtyard, saying they would give me benefits after the show. I was also coerced!" He knew that he had to clear himself now and tell everything he knew in order to survive.
The monkey suddenly raised his head, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and glared at Xu Damao fiercely. The murderous light in his eyes was like a poisoned knife, almost overflowing. He gritted his teeth and uttered a threat in a low voice: "Xu Damao, if you dare to talk nonsense here, turn black into white, and deliberately make things up, when I get out, I will kill you first, and your whole family will have no peace with you!"
He knew that he was injured and handcuffed, so he couldn't move his hands. But Xu Damao had met Xiao Bao before, and if this guy made false accusations to get away with it and betrayed Brother Bao, it would be a big trouble.
Xu Damao was frightened by his glare, but he still forced himself to be tough: "Alright, you're already a prisoner, what are you bragging about? You're in this state now, powerless, and you still want to kill me? Take care of yourself first!"
"Xu Damao, you can try." Monkey's voice became even colder, his eyes seemed to be glued to him, with a fierce determination to fight to the death.
The public security officer nearby frowned and shouted, "Enough! This is the Public Security Bureau, how can you act like a jerk? Behave yourself! Don't you realize the severity of your crimes? If you dare threaten a witness again, your crime will be even more serious!"
The monkey was scolded. Although he wanted to say something, he could only hold it back and continued to stare at Xu Damao fiercely, with a look as if he wanted to gouge a hole in him.
Soon, Xu Damao was taken to another interrogation room. The interrogator looked at him sternly, "Xu Damao, honestly confessing your problem is your only way out. Do you understand? Covering up or concealing something will only cause you more trouble."
Xu Damao was timid to begin with, and he was so frightened by this scene that his legs were shaking. Now he was even more panicked, and nodded and bowed hurriedly: "I understand, I understand! Officer, I promise, as long as I know everything, I will tell you everything, and I won't lie!"
He was afraid that speaking too slowly would cause trouble, so he started talking without waiting for the interrogator to ask him anything - from how he talked to Monkey in the tavern and had two drinks together, to how Xiao Bao came to him and asked to borrow the projector to show movies in the yard. He described everything clearly, even the tone of Xiao Bao's voice and the dark short coat he wore.
The interrogator listened and saw that he spoke clearly and his eyes were evasive but without any flaws. He knew he was not a liar and nodded. "Okay, your attitude is quite correct. An artist will be here later. Describe Xiao Bao's appearance in detail, especially the facial features. There can't be any mistakes. Do you understand?"
How could Xu Damao dare to say no? He nodded his head like pounding garlic and responded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand! I remember it! The boy has a scar on his left brow bone. It's not big, just the size of a fingernail, but it is very obvious, especially under the light, it looks like a small centipede..." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to gesture at his brow bone, for fear of missing any details.
Not long after, the portrait artist walked in with a sketchpad. Xu Damao quickly stepped forward, squinting his eyes as he recalled the scene, adding, "He has a square face, a slightly pointed chin, and the corners of his mouth always turn down when he speaks, giving him a rather arrogant look... Oh, and there's a small mole on the left corner of his mouth, though you can't really tell unless you look closely..." The artist listened intently, his charcoal pencil moving quickly across the paper, his lines crisp and clear. Soon, a well-defined portrait was complete.
"Look, is it the same as you said?" The painter handed the drawing board to Xu Damao.
Xu Damao leaned forward, squinted his eyes and stared for a long while, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "Yes, it's him! This is the one called Xiao Bao, there's no doubt about it! Especially his eyebrows, which reveal a fierceness, and the scar on his brow bone, it's exactly the same as what I saw!"
The comrade in charge of the interrogation put away the portrait and said to him seriously, "For the next few days, stay home and don't go anywhere. We may contact you at any time to verify the situation and take supplementary records. If we can't contact you or find that you have run away, you will bear the consequences yourself. Do you understand?"
When Xu Damao heard this, the weight on his heart dropped to the ground. This meant he could get out first! He breathed a sigh of relief and forced a flattering smile on his face. "No problem, no problem! Officer, don't worry. I'll stay at home and won't leave. My phone is on 24 hours a day and I'm always available! I won't cause any trouble for you!"
Meanwhile, the courtyard had already been thoroughly surveyed by the police. Several officers, cameras in hand, were milling about, photographing every detail—the traces of a struggle on the bluestone slabs at the gate, the overturned stone pillars, the scattered projector parts in the makeshift tent, the bullet casings in the grass at the corner, even the few suspicious drops of blood splattered on the wall—everything was photographed and marked.