Chapter 111

After taking a look at the obviously restrained young woman in front of her, Luo Jingyao turned around and greeted Mao Peilan, then picked up the two cloth bags on the ground and led her in.

A few minutes later, according to Lin Jiafan's instructions, she sent the person to the case handling area on the sixth floor.

By then, everyone in the Special Case Investigation Team had woken up from their sleep and were blocking the door to the lounge at the end of the corridor, craning their necks to watch the excitement.

Lin Jiafan nodded slightly at Luo Jingyao who had just gotten off the elevator as a greeting, then called Guo Zhen and took the young employee of the stir-fry restaurant to the inquiry room.

Meanwhile, Pang Guang nudged Pan Chang with his shoulder. "I haven't been able to get anything interesting out of Feng Shurong and Fang Xiuni, the girls I brought back late last night. Any guesses as to which of them this employee is targeting?"

Pan Chang opened his mouth and yawned, barely lifted his heavy eyelids, and hummed perfunctorily twice, seemingly not very interested in this topic.

Suddenly, the young man took two deep breaths, and then his eyes fell precisely on the cloth bag in Luo Jingyao's hand: "Coach Luo, do you smell anything?"

Before she could answer, Pan Chang lazily said, "Is the cafeteria open for lunch? I don't know what Uncle Gao made today, it smells really good."

"This." Luo Jingyao withdrew her gaze from watching Lin Jiafan and the others, walked into the lounge, and placed the things in her hands on the table by the door: "My mother's spicy pork ribs stuffed buns and my father's braised pork intestines. If you don't mind..."

“Thank you, uncle and aunt!”

Before she could finish her words, Pang Guang had already rushed to the table, took out a big bun from his cloth bag, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Mao Peilan was not lying. She had indeed packed the buns right out of the oven and brought them here. Even now, they were still steaming.

As the young man ate with his delicious food, Pan Chang couldn't resist the temptation and took the chopsticks handed to him by Luo Jingyao, picked up a piece of shiny braised pork intestines and stuffed it into his mouth.

The wonderful feeling of melting in the mouth and the salty and fresh taste that rushed straight to her head made her eyes widen. She ate several more pieces in succession before she took the time to reach out and take a bun. "Coach Luo, uncle and auntie are so good at cooking. Is your family in the catering business?"

"No, the two of them have developed all these skills for me." Luo Jingyao smiled and shook her head.

"You have to know that athletes have to gain weight before they can build muscle. In order to help me achieve my goals in the shortest possible time, they made all kinds of delicious food for me."

The three of them started chatting with each other, and when Lin Jiafan and Guo Zhen came back, the first thing they saw was those three shining mouths.

"Isn't that too much?!" Guo Zhen rushed over in two steps and snatched the bun that Pang Guang had just picked up while he wasn't paying attention. "Captain Lin and I are suffering in there, and you guys are enjoying the good life outside?"

He casually threw two pieces of braised pork intestines into his mouth, and then generously handed Lin Jiafan a bun: "Boss, would you like to try Coach Luo's aunt's cooking?"

"For this spicy pork rib stuffed bun, Coach Luo, do you mind a sister-brother relationship? I can be your son-in-law."

The lounge, which was originally quite lively, suddenly fell into an eerie silence because of his sudden words.

But the person involved seemed to be unaware of it and was still sitting at the table eating happily.

The corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably, but Luo Jingyao didn't bother to argue with this foolish guy. After wiping her hands with a tissue, she looked up at Lin Jiafan, who had just taken half a bite of a big bun. "What happened just now?"

Swallowing the bun in his mouth whole, Lin Jiafan responded, "That person's name is Wan Yingying. She was a waitress at the Jiangcheng Spicy Stir-fry Restaurant. She happened to be working the night shift the night before the explosion."

"So what did she see?" Luo Jingyao thought thoughtfully.

Nodding, Lin Jiafan confirmed her suspicions: "She said she saw Feng Shurong come to the store to look for Hou Guoan the night before yesterday. Feng Shurong was very emotional at the time, and the two of them even had a quarrel."

Luo Jingyao raised an eyebrow: "This seems to be consistent with what the store manager Fang Xiuni said."

Lin Jiafan simply smiled at this. He took two steps forward, and as Pang Guang and the others surrounded the table, he stretched out his long arm and easily pulled out a bun from the gap between the three of them. "Wan Yingying said that Feng Shurong often comes to cause trouble on the nights when the store is busiest. And Hou Guoan often has to compromise in order to avoid affecting business."

"Either pay the child support promptly, or call Feng Shurong to the staff lounge to have a conversation."

Hearing this, Luo Jingyao was a little confused: "The bad relationship between Feng Shurong and Hou Guoan is well known to everyone. What does this have to do with the bombing?"

"Because Wan Yingying said that after get off work that night, she didn't go home immediately as usual. Instead, she went to the 24-hour convenience store next door to buy a midnight snack. When she came out, she happened to run into Feng Shurong leaving the spicy stir-fry restaurant through the back door."

Lin Jiafan paused here, as if recalling the young female clerk's original words: "It is said that she looked hurried."

"One question, why did Wan Yingying go to the back door after buying things at the convenience store?" Luo Jingyao asked with a frown.

"Because their employees' electric bikes were all parked in the alley behind the shopping network as required." Lin Jiafan unknowingly devoured another bun. "And Wan Yingying also said that she vaguely heard Feng Shurong and Hou Guoan arguing that night, and the name 'Yu Wenxin' was mentioned."

At this time, Pang Guang, who had finally eaten his fill, leaned back in his chair with his belly bulging. After a loud burp, he expressed his doubts: "About what time was it when the waiter bumped into Feng Shurong?"

"A little after one in the morning."

"So Feng Shurong was the last one to leave the spicy stir-fry restaurant? She was the one who unscrewed the gas canister, just to get back at Hou Guoan?" The young man rubbed his chin. "That's completely illogical! If the two of them were so incompatible, why would Hou Guoan let her be the last one to leave his shop?"

"Perhaps Feng Shurong pretended to leave after quarreling with Hou Guoan, but actually hid somewhere in the store. She reappeared and opened the gas tank valve after confirming that everyone in the store had left?" Luo Jingyao helped analyze.

"Jiangcheng Spicy Stir-fry Restaurant was opened by Feng Shurong and Hou Guoan during their marriage. Feng Shurong is very familiar with the layout of the restaurant, so it shouldn't be difficult to do this."

After listening to the conversation between the two, Lin Jiafan remained noncommittal. "Then a new question arises: what was Feng Shurong's motive for committing the crime?"

After pondering for a few seconds, Luo Jingyao opened her mouth uncertainly: "Could it be Yu Wenxin?"

"What I mean is, if the relationship between Yu Wenxin and Feng Shurong is really as good as Feng Shurong said, and lovers can't contact each other for two or three days, shouldn't a normal person call the police?"

But Feng Shurong not only did not call the police, nor did she rush to find anyone, but instead ran to her ex-husband's store and made a big fuss.

If you really think about it, this behavior is actually quite abnormal.

Pang Guang suddenly stood up from his chair and clapped his hands vigorously: "I think what Coach Luo said makes a lot of sense!"

"And last night when I was doing background checks on the two deceased individuals, Hou Guoan and Yu Wenxin, I discovered something very interesting."

As the young man spoke, he pulled out his handheld computer from his oversized coat pocket. After rapidly tapping on the screen a few times, he handed it to Lin Jiafan. "Guess who rented the apartment building where Yu Wenxin's body was found?"

Lin Jiafan glanced down at the content on the screen and narrowed his eyes in surprise: "Fang Xiuni?"

"After I found out, I went to the information room to ask Ms. Fang. She said Hou Guoan had asked her to rent the room. She said it was close to the store and they planned to use it as a staff dormitory."

"It was too late yesterday, and you had a case review meeting all night, so I didn't have time to report this to you. Now, when I look at it together with the latest clues, it's getting more and more interesting."

The actual tenant of the house where Yu Wenxin's body was sealed in the wall was Hou Guoan. Does this mean that Hou Guoan was inextricably linked to Yu Wenxin's death?

Could it be that Feng Shurong also suspected Hou Guoan after Yu Wenxin disappeared, which led to all the things that happened the night before the explosion?

Feng Shurong bombed the Jiangcheng spicy stir-fry restaurant. Was she seeking revenge for her lover?

He stood there with his arms folded over his chest, thinking for a long time. After coming to his senses, Lin Jiafan glanced at Pang Guang, who was still patting his belly contentedly, and said, "Now, come with me to interrogate Feng Shurong."

"Me?" The young man glanced reluctantly at the remaining buns and braised pork intestines on the table, and repeatedly told Pan Chang and Guo Zhen to leave some for him for lunch. Then he followed the man out of the lounge, looking back every few steps.

Luo Jingyao and the others who stayed here ate some each, then packed the rest and put it in the refrigerator.

Last night, after repeated discussions and analyses by Lin Jiafan and the bureau leaders, the two cases were officially merged for handling, so after saying goodbye to them, Guo Zhen left to continue dealing with the victim's body.

With nothing to do, Pan Chang simply dragged Luo Jingyao into the observation room next to the interrogation room.

Next door, Lin Jiafan and Pang Guang might have asked something, and Feng Shurong was going crazy.

Because what they just discussed was just a reasonable inference based on the clues provided by the young employee named Wan Yingying. Strictly speaking, the police do not yet have any strong evidence to use to accuse the woman.

Therefore, at present, Feng Shurong is still only assisting the police in the investigation, and her actions are not subject to too many restrictions.

She slammed the interrogation table in front of her. "So many people died in yesterday's explosion, and there's still a murder case that's still unsolved. And you cops are wasting your time on me, right?"

"One of the dead was my ex-husband, and the other was my boyfriend. It would have been fine if you didn't even offer me condolences, but you actually believed that bitch Fang Xiuni's instigation and came to question me?!"

Faced with the woman's hysterical state, Lin Jiafan watched the whole process with no expression, and didn't even frown.

When the other party finally quieted down, he slowly spoke: "If you don't have anything else to say for now, Ms. Feng, why don't you recall the night before yesterday...that is, the night before the explosion, why did you go to the store to see Hou Guoan?"

Feng Shurong's pupils trembled when she heard this. Although her expression did not change significantly, her body movements seemed to have become much stiffer.

She moved her lips and was about to answer, but Lin Jiafan interrupted her before she could say anything.

"This is of great importance. I hope Ms. Feng will think carefully before responding. Since we asked, we must have discovered something during the investigation."

Feng Shurong pursed her lips tightly and averted her eyes from the two people opposite her uncomfortably. "I've told you eight hundred times, I'm going to ask Hou Guoan for child support."

"According to the store manager and other employees, you were there once a few days ago. Are you going there again?"

Lin Jiafan obviously didn't believe a word of her sophistry.

"Which law says I can't go to that store? He feels constipated every month when Guoan gives him child support. I just want to go there once. What can I do if they don't take the money?" Feng Shurong snorted coldly.

Lin Jiafan quietly looked at the pair of erratic eyes of the person opposite him, the corners of his mouth slowly raised into an arc, and soon disappeared.

He didn't dwell on the previous topic and instead asked something else: "You said you and Yu Wenxin were in a relationship? The police forensic doctor confirmed that he died five days ago."

"I haven't contacted you for so many days, aren't you anxious?"

Feng Shurong swallowed imperceptibly. "As adults, of course, we won't be as sentimental as young people when it comes to relationships. Besides, his work is special, so it's normal for us not to see each other for a few days."

"What does Yu Wenxin do? I haven't found out what specific job he has." Pang Guang finally couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Besides, it's normal for two people not to see each other for a few days. Isn't it too much not to even call or text?"

Under the young man's aggressive questioning, Feng Shurong realized that in this situation, the more she talked, the more mistakes she would make, so she simply shut her mouth and acted as if she was refusing to cooperate.

At this point, Lin Jiafan didn't bother beating around the bush: "The night before the explosion, after the Jiangcheng Spicy Stir-fry Restaurant closed, someone saw you leaving alone through the back door."

"Ms. Feng, don't you want to explain this?"

"Explain?" Feng Shurong raised her chin provocatively, as if she had heard something ridiculous.

"If you want me to explain, you need to provide convincing evidence. Words are not enough. Do you have any surveillance footage?"