"So, I thought of using fake death to escape legal punishment."
"Who is the deceased?"
"He is a beggar near the construction site, mentally troubled, and about the same height as me."
"I took him to the security room that night and let him drink a lot."
"After he got drunk, I put him on my bed."
"To create the illusion of an accidental fire, I deliberately poured water into the surge protector of the kettle, causing a short circuit."
Li Jian asked, "Did you start the fire in the security lounge?"
Zhang Biao nodded, "I used the kettle surge protector to ignite clothes."
"At the same time, to make him burn more thoroughly, I also covered the beggar with many clothes and ignited them."
"Did you use alcohol or gasoline accelerants?"
"No! I used candles to ignite clothes and mosquito nets."
Hearing this, Li Jian recalled Jiang An's judgment, which was almost completely consistent.
