kvmb Chapter 1159 Arrest of Liu Zhiqiang
Chapter 1159 Arrest of Liu Zhiqiang
Forensic pathologist Zhang Lin added, "The red wine and steak in his stomach may have been a dinner to celebrate a 'big deal,' and the contract in his briefcase may be evidence of blackmail."
When Sun Biao's photo was posted in the center of the whiteboard, next to the photo of the unidentified male corpse, Xiao Zhou suddenly noticed the blue motorcycle he was riding—the tire model was 110/90-16, and the tire tread was exactly the same as the marks in the northwest corner of the park. "He wasn't dragged to the park," Xiao Zhao suddenly realized, "He rode his motorcycle to the appointment on his own and was attacked by Liu Zhiqiang near the fountain. The handcuffs were a disguise for torture afterward."
New clues from the case analysis meeting scrolled across the projector: Sun Biao's dual identity, his debt dispute with Liu Zhiqiang, and the plausible reconstruction of evidence at the scene—like scattered puzzle pieces finally finding their place. Xiao Zhou zoomed in on the scanned contract on the USB drive; the fingerprint at the client's signature matched Liu Zhiqiang's criminal record perfectly. "Notify Captain Li," he grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice hoarse with excitement, "Identify suspect Liu Zhiqiang, deploy for his arrest immediately!"
The sunlight outside the window shone on the name "Sun Biao," and Xiao Zhou suddenly remembered the nurse's words: "He always said he didn't belong in the delivery truck, and that sooner or later he would be sitting in an office building." The life that was found in the bushes of Beishan Park finally found its name in the dental clinic's registration book, marking a crucial comma in this half-month-long investigation—the real end was still waiting on the road to arresting Liu Zhiqiang.
The order to make the arrest was given at 3:07 PM. Li Ming heard Xiao Zhou's suppressed excitement through the walkie-talkie: "Target Liu Zhiqiang, currently at the 'old spot' auto repair shop in the west of the city, riding a black motorcycle, wearing dark blue overalls, distinguished by a scar on his left eyebrow." Li Ming stared at the location of the auto repair shop on the map, 12 kilometers from Beishan Park, surrounded by densely packed urban village alleys, like a net full of traps.
“Divide into three groups,” Li Ming drew an arc on the whiteboard in the temporary command post. “One group will control the main entrance of the auto repair shop, the second group will block the narrow alley at the back entrance, and the third group will set up observation posts in the three-story residential building on the east side. Notice his motorcycle parked at the workshop entrance; the license plate number is Ji A?9?96789X, and the tires have two lateral cracks, which perfectly match the footprints at the scene.” Zhou Jianguo zipped up his bulletproof vest to the top, and the metal buckle clicked shut. “This kid has a criminal record; he carried a switchblade when extorting money. We must be careful when arresting him.”
At 3:15, three cars with civilian license plates stopped at the grocery store opposite the auto repair shop. Their engines were idling, and with the windows tinted, the officers peered through the gaps to target their prey. Liu Zhiqiang was squatting beside his motorcycle, changing the oil. The silver bracelet on his left wrist glittered in the sunlight—it matched perfectly with the "token" mentioned in the chat logs on Sun Biao's USB drive. He moved slowly and deliberately, finishing the oil change, then pulled a black cloth bag from the corner of the workshop and stuffed it into the motorcycle's tailgate. The sound of the zipper was still clearly audible in the noisy auto repair shop.
"Observation post report: There's a long, narrow object in the target's trunk, suspected to be a controlled knife." Xiao Zhao's voice came through the walkie-talkie. Li Ming's fingers tapped on his knee: "Wait until he gets on his motorcycle before making a move. It'll be safer in an open area." Sunlight streamed through the tin roof of the auto repair shop, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Liu Zhiqiang, who was wiping cars with his rag, suddenly stopped and glanced up in the direction of the grocery store—his intuition was sharper than the police had anticipated.
At 3:21, Liu Zhiqiang straddled his motorcycle, the roar of the engine shattering the afternoon tranquility. Just as he twisted the throttle, preparing to leave the auto repair shop, Li Ming's order boomed through the walkie-talkie: "Move out!"
A group of police officers' cars sped out first, blocking the entrance to the auto repair shop, the blue smoke from their tires instantly billowing up. Liu Zhiqiang slammed on the brakes, his motorcycle leaving a half-meter-long black mark on the ground, his hand already reaching for the trunk—where a weapon might be hidden. "Police! Don't move!" Zhou Jianguo's second group flanked them from the back door, their badges gleaming in the sunlight, their figures spreading out like a fan in the narrow alley, blocking all escape routes.
Liu Zhiqiang suddenly turned his motorcycle around and sped deeper into the workshop, where piles of discarded tires and metal drums formed natural obstacles. His motorcycle weaved nimbly through the tire piles, the handlebars swaying from side to side, nearly knocking over a nearby gas pump. "Don't shoot!" Li Ming's shout echoed through the workshop, worried that stray bullets would ignite the gasoline. "Surround them!"
The officers advanced in a triangular formation, their palms, protected by stab-proof gloves, sweat beading on their skin. As Liu Zhiqiang made a sharp turn, the motorcycle tilted, his right knee slamming heavily against a metal bucket with a dull thud. Taking advantage of his momentary loss of balance, Xiao Zhao lunged forward, grabbing the back seat of the motorcycle. The momentum sent both of them tumbling across the ground, scattering debris around them. "Grab his hand!" Zhou Jianguo lunged forward, pinning down Liu Zhiqiang's wrist, which held the knife. The switchblade clattered to the oil-stained ground.
As the arrest warrant was unfolded before Liu Zhiqiang, his breath still carried the smell of gasoline from the engine, and the scar on his left eyebrow was flushed red with anger. "What right do you have to arrest me?" His roar was laced with a cold laugh, and the clanging of metal as his wrists were handcuffed was particularly jarring. "I'm just a motorcycle repairman, what law have I broken?" Li Ming crouched down and picked up the switchblade; the bloodstains on the blade matched Sun Biao's blood type. "On the evening of May 14th, at Beishan Park, who did you see?"
These words made Liu Zhiqiang freeze for two seconds, then he began to struggle violently, the chains dragging harshly on the concrete. The officers found a black cloth bag in the tail box of his motorcycle. The moment they opened it, Xiao Zhou's pupils contracted sharply—inside were a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, half a black leather belt (3.5cm wide with fiber residue on the edges), and an IOU with the name "Sun Biao" on it, for 5 yuan, with a repayment date of May 14th.
"Is this belt yours?" Li Ming held the evidence bag up to Liu Zhiqiang's face. His gaze suddenly darted away, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "Yes... I found it." But the fingerprints on the belt buckle matched perfectly with those in the auto repair shop's register, and the fibers along the edges were identical to the wool lining of Sun Biao's jacket. As the officers put him into the police car, Liu Zhiqiang suddenly glanced back in the direction of the auto repair shop. Beside the pile of tires, a silver bracelet lay gleaming coldly in the engine oil—exactly the same "token" from Sun Biao's photo.
The sirens echoed through the alleyways of the urban village. Liu Zhiqiang rested his head against the car window, watching the street scene rush by. The scar on his left eyebrow looked like a twisted snake in the sunlight. Li Ming sat in the passenger seat, the voice of the technical department coming through the walkie-talkie.