Chapter 406: Codename: Dog Trainer (1/2)
I went in with Xiaotao holding a takeaway box in my hand. At the sight of food, Qin Aonan hungrily gulped. ”If you confess, you will have food. But if you don’t, you’ll continue to go hungry,” I threatened.
”Confess? Fuck you!” yelled Qin Aonan. ”I don't know what you’re talking about. I confess to taking drugs but that’s about it. Don’t try to pin some other crime onto me!”
Xiaotao and I exchanged a knowing look. Taking out her cell phone, she pulled up a photo of the owner of the breeding compound. ”Do you know this man?” she asked.
Qin Aonan's pupil contracted, ”I don't know who this is.”
”You don't know him, but he certainly knows you. Did you settle his debts for him?” questioned Xiaotao.
”Do I look like I’ve nothing better to do?” he snorted.
”On the evening of July 12th, a brutal murder occurred in Nanjiang City,” I began. “We found this breeding compound and the owner is the man in the photo. This compound has been confirmed to be a crime scene.”
When I mentioned crime scene, I was alluding to the kidnapping and rape, which would have more of an effect.
”We found your DNA at the crime scene. How do you explain this?” I added.
”That’s impossible!” he exclaimed in shock. “It’s another one of your tricks!”
Xiaotao slammed the table, sending the teacups bouncing. ”Qin Aonan, you better come clean. Your DNA has been found at the scene and the evidence is conclusive. Unless you have a twin brother, I think you need to explain yourself!”
Qin Aonan lowered his head, his eyes shifting as he endeavored to fabricate a lie. ”I know the person in the photo,” he calmly answered.
”Oh, so now you’re changing your story?” sneered Xiaotao.
”I just recalled him. I only went there to purchase a Tibetan Mastiff,” he continued. “I might have had food poisoning at that time so I took a shit. But that doesn’t mean anything.”
”Oh, what a coincidence!” quipped Xiaotao.
”It’s up to you to believe it or not. Anyway, it's a fact,” Qin Aonan looked away.
”I didn't mention anything about finding your DNA in feces. How can you be so sure?” I retorted.
A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as he rolled his eyes at me.
”Tell me, what did you and your little friends do on the evening of July 12th?” I asked.
”The usual–we were drinking.”
His statement matched Zhao Dapeng's to a T, apparently having arranged their confessions in private. There was confidence in Qin Aonan's eyes. He knew that we had no conclusive evidence since the DNA found in the dog's intestines was only indirect at best and not enough to convict him.
With a scream, Qin Aonan leaned back, inertia making his chair move back a few inches. After torturing him for about thirty seconds, I disengaged and quickly opened a bottle of milk to drink.
Appearing as if he had just finished a bout of strenuous exercise, Qin Aonan’s chest vehemently heaved up and down as cold sweat covered his skin. ”We were drinking at the Mars Bar that night,” he said, trembling.
”Can anyone prove it?”
”The bartender and boss can prove it,” answered Qin Aonan.
”What did you drink?” I sped up my questions.
”Cocktails!”
”Which ones?”
”I drank a Hiroshima, Four Eyes drank a Blue Lagoon, Lao Zhao had a bomb shot, and Xiao Bai had a peach cocktail...”
”What did Zhao Dapeng drink again?” I fired away.
He answered without a second thought, ”Bomb shots!”