flstandardbreds Chapter 1037 Arrest of Suspect Wang Zhandang
Chapter 1037 Arrest of Suspect Wang Zhandang
His social network shows that he had multiple dining records with Li Baojun and Zhao Liqiang. Surveillance footage from "Brothers Food Stall," a restaurant the three frequented, shows that a week before Zhang Bing's murder, they had a private conversation in a private room for two hours. During the conversation, Wang Zhandang frequently made hand gestures, while Li Baojun kept his head down and smoked heavily.
"Check Wang Zhandang's communication records!" Xiao Wang's voice carried a suppressed excitement. When the satellite positioning trajectory map was presented, the entire task force gasped: On the night of the incident, Wang Zhandang's mobile phone signal left the Hongyuan Plastics Factory dormitory at 0:50, appeared in the block where Zhang Bing's house was located at 1:15, disappeared at 2:03, and did not reappear until 4:00 in the morning at the entrance of the suburban expressway—perfectly overlapping with the driving trajectory of Zhao Liqiang's truck.
More crucial evidence came from Wang Zhandang's dashcam footage. Technicians recovered a deleted video from the formatted memory card: the image was shaky and blurry, and the time was 1:20 AM on July 9th. A figure wearing a black hood was seen taking a long, rectangular object from the trunk of Wang Zhandang's car. The object was covered with a waterproof tarpaulin with a diamond pattern—matching the pattern of the shoe prints extracted from the scene.
Xiao Wang immediately led a team to search Wang Zhandang's residence. Pushing open the wardrobe in the master bedroom, they found hiking boots stained with red soil hidden in a secret compartment; the sole pattern perfectly matched the shoe prints found at the scene. Opening the bedside table drawer revealed a high-hardness steel chisel with serrated edges; testing showed its composition perfectly matched the metal residue from the pry marks on the safe. Recovered documents from the computer's recycle bin in the study showed that Wang Zhandang had repeatedly searched for keywords such as "how to create an alibi" and "perfect crime method."
Faced with irrefutable evidence, Wang Zhandang remained unusually calm. In the interrogation room, he slowly straightened his tie, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with cunning: "This is all a frame-up. I did go to Zhang Bing's house that night, but only to return the necklace that Zhang Rui had left with me." He pulled a velvet jewelry box from his pocket, inside which lay a platinum necklace, the pendant engraved with the initials of Zhang Rui's name.
Xiao Wang calmly played the dashcam video: "Explain why you moved this 'package' to Zhao Liqiang's truck?" In the footage, the moment the hooded man stuffed the object into the truck's cargo compartment, Wang Zhandang's Adam's apple bobbed violently. But he quickly regained his composure: "I don't know who that is. I lent my car to a friend that day."
Just as the interrogation reached a stalemate, the finance department reported new information: Wang Zhandang's personal account had received a total of 87 yuan in unexplained remittances from overseas accounts over the past six months. Meanwhile, Zhang Rui finally broke down during her second interrogation, tearfully admitting that Wang Zhandang had repeatedly hinted to her that "Zhang Bing knows too many things he shouldn't know," and that the night before the incident, Wang Zhandang had specifically told her "not to call Zhang Bing."
Xiao Wang entered the interrogation room again, slamming a thick stack of evidence on the table: "The smuggling of waste from Hongyuan Plastics Factory, the involvement of Li Baojun and Zhao Liqiang, the 5 yuan hush money you gave Zhao Liqiang, and Zhang Rui's testimony." He leaned close to Wang Zhandang, "You think you've covered your tracks perfectly? Where did all that smuggled waste end up? Isn't the evidence Zhang Bing has enough to bring you and those behind you to ruin?"
Wang Zhandang's face finally turned deathly pale, and his fingers unconsciously dug at the edge of the interrogation table.
The interrogation continued.
The interrogation room was bathed in a stark, frosty light. Wang Zhandang sat in an iron chair, his wrists handcuffed to the table, the clanging of metal particularly jarring in the silence. He tried to maintain a respectable appearance in his suit and tie, but couldn't hide the bloodshot in his eyes; his tie hung askew around his neck like a noose about to tighten. Wang slammed the evidence bag heavily on the table, the hiking boots, the steel chisel, and the dashcam memory card clattering together.
"What were you doing at 1:20 a.m. on July 9th?" Xiao Wang's voice was as cold as ice, and his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, scrutinizing every micro-expression of the other person.
Wang Zhandang's Adam's apple bobbed as he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. "I told you, I'd go deliver the necklace to Zhang Rui." His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, but the rhythm gradually became disordered.
"Is that so?" Xiao Wang pulled up the dashcam footage and projected it onto the white wall of the interrogation room. In the shaky footage, a hooded figure stuffed an object wrapped in a diamond-patterned waterproof sheet into a compartment in the truck. "The material of this waterproof sheet is exactly the same as the fiber composition of the shoe prints extracted from the scene." He then raised a steel chisel. "The scratches on the safe with 0.6% carbon content fit perfectly with this steel chisel. Do you want me to continue, or will you confess yourself?"
Wang Zhandang's back tensed instantly, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead: "These are all framed!" His explanation was weak and unconvincing, and he couldn't even convince himself.
"Framed?" Xiao Wang sneered, throwing the forensic report in front of him. "The skin tissue extracted from Zhang Bing's fingernails, although not yours, contains the same imported engine oil as the one used in your car. And this—" He pulled out a photograph; the wound on the victim's neck was gruesome under the bright light. "The forensic doctor determined that the murder weapon was a blunt object with irregular edges, and multiple blows caused a tracheal rupture. The notch on the edge of the steel chisel in your study matches perfectly."
Wang Zhandang stared at the photo, his face growing paler and paler, as if he were seeing the bloody scene from that night again. His breathing became rapid, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Let me show you something else." Xiao Wang pulled up a screenshot from the surveillance camera. During the 40 minutes that Zhao Liqiang's truck was parked at the building materials market, a blurry figure approached the truck bed. "Those 40 minutes should have been enough for you to transfer the body to Zhao Liqiang's truck, right? Zhao Liqiang has already confessed that you should give him 5 yuan as hush money to help transport the body."
"No! It wasn't just me!" Wang Zhandang suddenly shouted uncontrollably, leaning forward and struggling, the handcuffs scraping against the table with a screeching sound. "It was ordered by the factory's higher-ups! Zhang Bing discovered evidence of the smuggled waste and threatened to report it! They said they'd promote me if I resolved this problem!"
Xiao Wang's eyes narrowed, but he calmly continued to press, "Be more specific, how did you kill the person?"
Wang Zhandang slumped back into his chair, covering his face with his hands, his voice trembling with tears: "That night... I lied to him and said I wanted to talk about scrap metal. He was very wary, so I arranged to meet him at his house. I had a steel chisel hidden on my person. When he opened the door, he even smiled and asked if I had come to my senses. I took advantage of his turning around to get water, and then..." His voice trailed off, his Adam's apple bobbing, "The first blow landed on his head, but he didn't fall. We started fighting. He was very strong; his fingernails scratched my arm. In my panic, I hit him several more times until he collapsed in a pool of blood..."
"And then?" Xiao Wang's voice was devoid of any emotion, yet it struck the other person's heart like a heavy hammer.