lcionline Chapter 1265 details the murder.
Chapter 1265 details the murder.
Xiao Wang handed Zhao Liang a tissue, and waited for him to calm down a bit before slowly saying, "Tell us the whole story, including why you killed him, how you lured him out, how you strangled him, and what you did afterward. Confess now, and you might get leniency. Don't try to hide anything; we have all the evidence."
Zhao Liang wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and began to recount his story in a broken voice: "My conflict with Li Baowei started when he was renovating my house. We agreed that it would be finished in 45 days, but he dragged it out for two whole months. In the meantime, he painted the walls the wrong color and laid the floor crookedly. I argued with him several times and asked him to redo it, but he refused, saying, 'It's good enough, don't be too picky.' When it came time to settle the bill, I deducted 2000 yuan from his salary as compensation for the delay. He got angry with me then and said, 'If you dare to deduct money, I'll go to your real estate agency and make a scene so you can't do business.'"
He paused, a fierce glint in his eyes: "I thought he was just joking, but last month, he actually came to my store and caused a scene, saying in front of customers that I 'withheld wages' and 'had bad character,' causing me to lose a big order. Ever since then, I've hated him and always wanted to find a way to shut him up. Later, I heard that he was in urgent need of money recently because his wife was sick and needed surgery, so I thought, why not meet him, pretend to discuss 'returning the withheld money to him,' and take the opportunity to break things off with him."
"How exactly did you arrange to meet him? How did you trick him into going to the park?" Xiao Wang pressed, his pen scribbling rapidly in his notebook.
Zhao Liang's voice lowered, tinged with guilt: "Last Friday, I bought that temporary phone number at the convenience store in the neighborhood. That evening, I called Li Baowei, pretending to be a 'new client referred by an old client,' and said, 'I have a house that needs renovation, and I'd like to discuss the details with him. Let's meet at Oriental Park that evening so he can take a walk.' He was a little suspicious at first and asked me, 'Why at night?' I said, 'I have to work during the day, so I'm only free in the evening. Besides, I know his wife is sick and he urgently needs money. This deal can help relieve his pressure.' He agreed after hearing what I said and even asked if I wanted to bring my tool bag to take measurements. I told him, 'No need, let's discuss the plan first and then take measurements,' but he still brought it, saying, 'I'm used to it, I feel safe bringing it.'"
"What happened after you met him? Why did you kill him?" Xiao Wang continued to press, his tone heavy.
Zhao Liang's body began to tremble again, as if recalling the terrifying scene: "Two days ago, around 8 p.m., I went to the park carrying a black bag containing that towel and a bottle of water. I originally wanted to talk to him properly, and if he was willing to stop bothering me, I would return the 2000 yuan to him. We met by the deck chairs in the sycamore grove. As soon as I took out the money, he started arguing with me, saying, 'Do you think you can get rid of me with 2000 yuan? My wife's surgery will cost tens of thousands of yuan. You're wasting my time and affecting my business. This little bit of money is not enough at all.' He also said, 'I'll go to your store tomorrow and make a scene, so you can't do business at all.'"
His voice grew increasingly agitated: "I panicked and started arguing with him. He pushed me, and I almost fell. My mind went blank, and I just thought, 'I can't let him cause trouble, or I'm done for.' Then I took a towel out of my bag, went behind him, and strangled him with it. He struggled violently, grabbing my arms and trying to hit me with his tool bag. I was afraid he would break free, so I tightened the towel around his neck. His grip on me loosened, and finally he stopped moving."
"What did you do after you strangled him? Why didn't you move his body somewhere else, but instead left it on the recliner?" Xiao Wang caught the key details and further confirmed the process of disposing of the body.
Zhao Liang's tears flowed again, his voice filled with fear: "After I strangled him, I was so scared I almost lost my mind. I sat on the ground, stunned, for a long time before I remembered to clean up the scene. I originally wanted to drag his body to the woods deep in the park, but he was too heavy for me to move. So I moved him to a deck chair to make him look like he was asleep. I also opened his tool bag and took the tape measure and screwdriver inside—I was afraid there would be my fingerprints on them, and I was also afraid that someone would recognize him through the tool bag. After that, I threw the tool bag into the trash can at the east gate."
He added, "After I cleaned up the scene, I hurriedly left the park with the black bag. On my way home, my hands were shaking so much that I almost crashed into a tree. When I got home, I hid the towel and my muddy shoes in the black bag, and the next morning, before my wife and kids woke up, I secretly threw them in the trash can downstairs. I thought that would get away with it, but I didn't expect you to find them anyway..."
"Have you ever thought about turning yourself in? Have you ever thought about Li Baowei's wife and children? They've lost their husband and father, what will they do now?" Xiao Wang's tone was tinged with regret.
Zhao Liang shook his head, tears dripping onto the back of his hand: "I thought about it, but I didn't dare. I was afraid of going to jail, afraid that my wife and children would be left without anyone to take care of them, afraid that my parents wouldn't be able to handle the shock. I just wanted to hide for as long as possible. These past few days I've had nightmares every night, dreaming that Li Baowei comes looking for me. I can't eat or sleep, and I'm mentally unstable at work. My colleagues all ask me what's wrong, but I don't dare to say anything. Now that you've caught me, I actually feel relieved. I don't have to live in fear every day anymore."
The interrogation lasted for more than four hours. Zhao Liang fully confessed to the entire process, from his feud with Li Baowei over a renovation dispute, to luring Li Baowei to Oriental Park by purchasing a temporary phone number, to strangling Li Baowei with a towel during the argument, staging the scene before disposing of the body, and finally hiding the murder weapon. Every detail perfectly matched the results of the scene investigation and forensic autopsy—the towel's material matched the fibers of the pressure marks on Li Baowei's neck, the call records of the temporary phone number matched Li Baowei's call times, the surveillance footage matched Zhao Liang's description of entering and leaving the park and the items he carried, and even the detail that he "took the tape measure and screwdriver" perfectly matched the missing items found in the police's tool bag.
When Xiao Wang asked him to sign the interrogation record, Zhao Liang's hand trembled violently, the pen tip leaving crooked marks on the paper, almost tearing it several times. After signing, he suddenly bowed deeply to Xiao Wang, his voice choked with emotion: "I'm sorry to Li Baowei, and I'm sorry to his family. I know I've committed an unforgivable crime. I'm willing to accept the punishment of the law, I only ask for an explanation for them, and I hope it can make them feel a little better."