Chapter 391 Disguise

After suffering from the slap of repentance and the fist of sin, Feng Jiahe confessed almost without resistance.

He sobbed and said incoherently: "I killed her, I plead guilty! Woo woo woo..."

"I didn't intend to kill her, but she was so annoying that she had to get close to me. I was just looking for a suitable specimen, so I used Lin Mengdi."

"What?"

Specimen?

Jiang Yang didn't understand.

Guo Jin was also confused.

The two sat up subconsciously and thought at the same time: Could it be that we ran into a perverted murderer?

As a result, it really was!

From Feng Jiahe's confession, he said that he loved art since he was a child, but he didn't learn it because his family was not well off.

After graduation, he started working, and every time he got his salary, he would buy a picture book to teach himself.

It was not until two years ago that he became interested in specimen making.

"I don't know what happened. I tried very hard to draw, but I couldn't draw well. But I feel bad when I make specimens! I made butterflies, earthworms, and ladybugs very complete."

"I even published them in newspapers twice!"

Feng Jiahe was very excited and stared at Jiang Yang eagerly: "Officer Jiang, you can understand me, right? How happy it is to do something you like."

"What you like is related to killing?"

Jiang Yang sneered, "You are touching the bottom line of the law."

"But I really want to make a mummy! This is one of the greatest specimens!"

Feng Jiahe introduced it to the two people with great interest. Speaking of this, he changed his dull and weak appearance just now, and he was completely different from the sweet-mouthed handsome guy in the store manager's mouth.

Jiang Yang didn't even understand how a person could have several different personalities in a short period of time?

He didn't interrupt Feng Jiahe, and his sharp eyes looked at each other steadily.

"Lin Mengdi deserves it! She came to me on her own! I clearly hinted to her that I didn't want to have anything to do with her, but she still called me and bombarded me with text messages."

"It's so annoying."

"So you want her to disappear?" Jiang Yang suddenly said, "And by the way, you can also fulfill your dream of making a mummy?"

"Yes!"

Feng Jiahe nodded without any psychological pressure, "Kill two birds with one stone, kill two birds with one stone! What's wrong with that?"

After that, he changed into a wronged look again: "Officer Jiang, I really know I was wrong..."

The two expressions switched freely.

"I think you are quite proud, and you don't have any intention of repenting."

Jiang Yang snorted and laughed, stood up and grabbed his collar: "What about the other girls who came to your house? Did they not meet your requirements for specimen making, or did they not give you the opportunity to do it?"

"What was your specific process of committing the crime?"

"Speak!"

A sharp shout scared Feng Jiahe and shivered, but he still struggled hard, trying to break free from Jiang Yang's grip.

"Let go! Let go! I've already explained everything, what else do you want me to say? Aren't those women alive and well? I didn't do anything! Ah!"

Just as he finished speaking, Jiang Yang's fist had already greeted him.

And Guo Jin had already stood next to the surveillance camera and quickly turned off the camera.

The fist of sin hit Feng Jiahe one after another.

But he still didn't repent and said that Lin Mengdi deserved to die.

While he was shouting and confessing, he made all kinds of excuses for himself.

At first glance, he looked like he had a split personality.

Jiang Yang frowned, and the crime radar would display the detailed information of the criminal.

The term "yellow mental illness" did not appear in the relevant content of Feng Jiahe.

What's more, he was close to the other party and could clearly see the shrewd calculation in his eyes.

The person who wanted to escape by climbing the water pipe after the crime had a faster thinking logic than normal people. How could he be a patient?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yang slapped him twice.

The slaps of repentance hit Feng Jiahe's face.

His hands and feet, which were kicking hard just now, soon calmed down and grabbed Jiang Yang's sleeves to beg for mercy.

In the monitoring room next door, Xiao Zhiwei stared at Feng Jiahe with deep hatred, and the forensic doctor Wen was also there.

"Does this kid have a mental illness? He is noisy one moment and hesitant to admit his guilt the next moment."

If there is a problem in this regard, it is really difficult to sentence him.

The sentence is expected to be relaxed.

Even if it is a death penalty, it will be commuted to life imprisonment.

Wen Ming looked at it for a while, pushed his glasses and said, "Not necessarily, we have to let the psychiatric expert identify it before we know."

He is a forensic doctor and has learned about mental illness, but he is not good at it.

"When I was treating his broken hands and feet just now, I found that Feng Jiahe would suddenly talk to himself. I suggest checking his previous medical records."

After saying that, Wen Ming changed the subject and said, "In fact, I think it is unlikely to be a mental problem. When a person with split personality appears in a single personality, he is the same as an ordinary person and basically cannot be distinguished."

"Most of the behavioral expressions are auditory hallucinations, and the language expression ability and self-control are reduced and changeable. Although Feng Jiahe's words and deeds are not consistent, they are logical."

"It seems more like he is pretending."

After Wen Ming finished his analysis, he smiled again: "But it seems that there is no need to invite experts. Officer Jiang's methods are more suitable for Feng Jiahe."

"Indeed, but the medical history must be there. I have asked someone to transfer it. Feng Jiahe is not from Rongcheng. It will take some time to transfer the files from his hometown."

Xiao Zhiwei and Wen Ming didn't say a few words, and Jiang Yang had finished.

The truth is slapped in the face. If you slap five hundred times, he will definitely speak the truth.

It saved everyone a lot of trouble.

"Stop hitting Officer Jiang, I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! Stop hitting me!"

Feng Jiahe's face was bruised and bloody, and his mouth was full of blood foam.

He half-knelt on the ground, and the only reason he didn't collapse was because Jiang Yang grabbed his collar with one hand.

"Dare to attack the police in the detention room? You are very brave, tell me! Do you think you can get away with it by pretending? I warn you, don't play tricks on me, and don't let me rush you again!"

Jiang Yang stared at him coldly.

"No, you don't need to rush me, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

This time, he didn't show two or more personalities, but frankly admitted that he had premeditated the murder of Lin Mengdi.

"I'm not bad looking, I'm good at playing games, and I usually have contact with a lot of girls. Some of them come to the counter where I work to buy things to help me get commissions because I make them happy."

"Some of them want to develop a romantic relationship with me. At that time, I was obsessed with making specimens, and I really wanted to make a mummy that belonged only to me."

"Then I chose from this group of girls who were obsessed with me. Who knew that they seemed to like me very much, but in fact, if I showed a little bit of that kind of thought, they would think I was crazy."

Feng Jiahe smiled bitterly, and Jiang Yang felt only irony.

The murderer actually felt wronged?

Before he could scold again, Feng Jiahe continued: "Until I met Lin Mengdi, she was the most enthusiastic of all my suitors. She invited me to play games and chat every day, and I couldn't stand it."

"So, you wanted to kill me?"