Chapter 93 Jian Teng
◎Everything is seamless◎
In the interrogation room, Zhao Xiangwan suddenly took action and the people in the serious crime team were unable to react for a while.
The strategy that everyone had discussed earlier was to first interrogate Bao Jiajun and make him admit that he was gay, and then interrogate Jian Teng and make him admit that he was gay. After sorting out the relationship between the two, they would then find loopholes in the alibi testimony.
Although Zhao Xiangwan did this, the rhythm did not get disrupted, but this was not a segment that had been agreed upon in advance.
"You didn't even let your own daughter go." After hearing this, Bao Jiajun's unusually violent reaction alerted Zhu Feipeng. An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he raised his voice and followed Zhao Xiangwan's last sentence: "Tell me! What did you do to your own daughter?"
Gao Guangqiang thought of the past events he learned during the investigation: After Wu Lingrong gave birth to a daughter, Bao Jiajun's mother came to take care of her. When her daughter Duoduo was half a year old, Wu Lingrong pushed the stroller out of the house. On a downhill road, she somehow let go of the stroller, and the stroller slipped down, and her daughter fell to her death on the spot.
If Bao Jiajun was responsible for this, he is worse than a beast!
Gao Guangqiang knew Zhao Xiangwan's ability very well. If she didn't know something, she would never speak so rashly. He followed closely and pressed her: "Tell me! What is the truth behind Duoduo's death?"
Bao Jiajun pursed his lips tightly. He never expected that the police would not investigate Wu Lingrong's murder, but would turn around and inquire about the truth of his daughter's death.
Caught off guard, he had no idea how to react.
But it was his panic that made Gao Guangqiang, Zhu Feipeng and He Mingyu realize instantly: even if he did not do it himself, he was definitely the one behind it!
[What do the police mean? How did the interrogation suddenly go wrong? Aren't they investigating the murder of Wu Lingrong? Why are they asking about my daughter's death? I didn't kill her myself. After all, she is my own flesh and blood. When she was half a year old, she would make ba-ba sounds unconsciously and reach out to hug me when she saw me. If it weren't for family planning, I wouldn't want to have her.]
Zhao Xiangwan sneered, and the sound was like the clock of death, which made Bao Jiajun shudder involuntarily. Every word of this policewoman was cunning and strange, but it hit the soul directly, leaving Bao Jiajun with a psychological shadow. Even a sneer could make him react strongly.
——What's the point of living for someone like you? You might as well die!
The last words Zhao Xiangwan cursed out were what Bao Jiajun often said to Wu Lingrong. After Duoduo fell to her death, he played the role of a heartbroken father and a warm husband in front of colleagues, friends, and relatives who came to comfort him during the day, and he whispered such words to Wu Lingrong at night.
——If you can't even take care of your own daughter, how can you be a teacher?
——What's the point of living for someone like you? You might as well die and be buried with Duoduo.
——If I hadn't stuck with you forever, you would have been criticized by everyone. You should thank me and listen to me.
The death of her daughter finally broke the last bit of Wu Lingrong's pride. She became obedient and could no longer resist. However, her brain was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and she fell into long-term insomnia and anxiety.
This kind of wife is what Bao Jiajun really wants.
Honest, obedient, and won't pay attention to his whereabouts;
His brain is sometimes good and sometimes bad, so he won't notice his abnormality;
Long-term insomnia and emotional disturbance can justify not sleeping in the same bed.
So, Bao Jiajun took some time off. During this time, he and Jian Teng shared the same ideals. Bao Jiajun used his power to approve the construction of a tennis court at Santai Road Primary School, allowing people outside the school to use the court three times a week. Jian Teng became the tennis coach and started the first tennis club in Xing City. The club had four or five members at the beginning and now has more than 20 members. The scale is getting bigger and bigger.
On the surface, Jian Teng and Bao Jiajun are just leaders and subordinates. They are polite to each other when they meet, but they are close to each other in private, just like a pair of brothers. This tennis club is the harem that Jian and Bao have opened for themselves.
But one must pay the price for what he has done. Today, sitting in the interrogation room, Bao Jiajun felt like he had been stripped naked and his soul was being tortured. However, his most skilled methods of controlling people's minds could not be used at all in front of the police.
He clenched his fist tightly, and the long nails on his little fingers pierced into his palms. The sharp pain gradually sobered him up. He didn't dare to look up at Zhao Xiangwan, and his eyes stayed on Gao Guangqiang. He smiled bitterly and said, "Officer Gao, Duoduo's death is an eternal pain in my heart. Are you asking me this now to tear out my heart? That's my daughter, my own flesh and blood..."
[What's the use of a daughter? When she grows up, she will get married and her children will have to take her husband's surname. Although my Bao family is not a big family in the countryside, our ancestors have produced great generals. Bloodline inheritance is so important, how can it be extinct in my family? Wu Lingrong regards Duoduo as her life and will not allow me to say a word about having another child. There is no way...]
There is no way? What do you mean there is no way?
As a woman, Zhao Xiangwan is disgusted by the idea of favoring boys over girls.
If you hate women so much, why do you still want to marry women and let them give birth to children?
Zhao Xiangwan spoke up: "Bao Jiajun, who gave birth to you? A man or a woman?"
Bao Jiajun gritted his teeth and refused to answer such a question.
Zhao Xiangwan didn't need his answer and continued: "As a homosexual, you hope that people will not discriminate against you. On the other hand, why do you discriminate against women? Why do you want to kill your daughter after she is born?"
Bao Jiajun shouted, "No! I said I didn't!"
Zhao Xiangwanfeng narrowed his eyes and stared into his eyes: "Prove to me that you didn't do anything."
Bao Jiajun started to talk incoherently: "Wu Lingrong and my mother went out together. They pushed the cart out. There was a long downhill cement road in the school. Wu Lingrong didn't hold on firmly and the cart slipped down. I was not there at all. How could I have done anything? It was an accident, just an accident!"
[My mother went out with Wu Lingrong. While the teachers were greeting her, my mother took the opportunity to untie Duoduo's straps. When they reached the downhill road, she pushed her hands away. When the car slid down, my mother pretended to chase it, but was actually trying to stop Wu Lingrong. She grabbed the car, but her hands shook and the child flew out.]
In order to get rid of a half-year-old girl, the old lady took action personally. She was really thoughtful.
[My mother has had mental problems in the past two years. She said that she would see Duoduo crying whenever she closed her eyes. She was frightened by the tragic scene of Duoduo's head hitting a stone and bleeding all over the floor. She has never been able to get over it. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have come to the city to confess to Wu Lingrong. This time I had to kill Wu Lingrong, wasn't it because she let the cat out of the bag and Wu Lingrong suddenly rebelled? Women are always good at making troubles, but not at accomplishing things! ]
Zhao Xiangwan had been standing straight, and now he looked extremely handsome in his uniform. Her eyes were filled with sarcasm: "Accident? If it was an accident, ask your mother, and she'll know."
Bao Jiajun's heart began to beat rapidly and his face changed color, sometimes red and sometimes white. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be strangled by a pair of huge hands and he couldn't utter a word.
Well, now there is no need for Zhao Xiangwan to talk about micro-expression behavior. Any criminal police officer with interrogation experience can see that Bao Jiajun has something to hide.
To catch this ghost, all you have to do is take a trip to the countryside.
Gao Guangqiang turned and looked at Zhu Feipeng.
Zhu Feipeng understood immediately, stood still and saluted: "Yes! I will go to Bao Jiajun's hometown now."
Bao Jiajun's eyes seemed to be filled with poisonous stings, and he looked at Zhao Xiangwan viciously: This is the person, this hateful woman! If she hadn't mentioned Duoduo, the police would never have investigated!
Gao Guangqiang stepped forward, moved Zhao Xiangwan to step back, and blocked Bao Jiajun's gaze: "Teacher Bao, go down and think it over carefully. The eight characters "Confess and be lenient, resist and be strict" are written on the wall. Do you see it clearly?"
Gao Guangqiang was slightly fat, and he blocked Zhao Xiangwan tightly. Bao Jiajun could not see the policewoman who made him itch, so he closed his eyes and kept thinking about what to do next. He knew his mother too well. The older she got, the more superstitious she became. She would ask a witch to perform rituals to exorcise evil spirits at home all day long. Once the police came to the door, she would probably not be able to resist. He just hoped that she could keep a door shut and not say everything.
After Bao Jiajun was taken away, the serious crime team held an emergency meeting. Zhu Feipeng, He Mingyu and Ai Hui went to Bao Jiajun's hometown to inquire about the truth of Duoduo's death six or seven years ago.
Zhao Xiangwan reminded everyone, "Old ladies are generally superstitious. You just need to prepare a few more stories about karma and reincarnation in hell to teach her a good lesson. You must dig out the truth about her death. I suspect that Wu Lingrong's death has something to do with this old lady. You should also ask her clearly whether she has had any contact with her recently. Is it because Wu Lingrong knows the truth that Bao Jiajun wants to get rid of her? Otherwise, the couple has been together for so many years, and it would be easy for something to happen sooner or later, but at this time? There must be a fuse."
He Mingyu nodded: "Okay, we know."
After Zhu Feipeng and the other two left, Gao Guangqiang, Zhu Kang, Huang Yuande and Zhao Xiangwan interrogated Jian Teng together.
The Jian Teng in Qu Youzhe's mouth is a master of controlling people's minds;
The Jian Teng in He Mingyu's mouth is a sunny and cheerful handsome man;
Jian Teng is described by teachers and students at Santai Road Primary School as a passionate, dedicated and gentle teacher.
Zhao Xiangwan did not participate in the preliminary investigation. Today he took a leave and came to the serious crime team to participate in the interrogation. This was the first time he met Jian Teng.
Perhaps because Ji Zhao is always around, Zhao Xiangwan becomes immune to handsome men.
But even so, Zhao Xiangwan still has to objectively admit that Jian Teng has clear facial features, distinct body muscles, and snow-white teeth when he smiles, which makes people's eyes bright.
Jian Teng was brought in by the police during a physical education class. He was wearing a sky-blue sportswear and a pair of white sneakers. His hair was wet with sweat. Whether it was to hide his inner fear or for some other reason, Jian Teng grinned as soon as he entered the interrogation room: "Police comrade, why did you bring me here?"
Perhaps because Jian Teng looked somewhat similar in temperament to his son who loved playing basketball, Gao Guangqiang forgot his opening remarks for a moment.
Zhu Kang glanced at the team leader, took over the task on his own initiative, and asked a few routine questions about Jian Teng's personal identity.
Jian Teng sat upright and answered the questions raised by the police seriously. While speaking, he observed the police officers from the serious crime squad on the scene.
Zhao Xiangwan held his breath and lowered his head to make notes in a notebook, but his mind was fully focused on trying to capture Jian Teng's thoughts.
No, nothing.
This Jian Teng is a master of mind control and disguise. There is a thick barrier in his heart that Zhao Xiangwan cannot understand at all.
Zhao Xiangwan's heart sank. If her mind-reading ability failed, her ability would be greatly reduced.
She raised her head and made eye contact with Jian Teng. Jian Teng's eyebrows were curved, and he always seemed to have a warm smile on his face, which made it easy for people to let down their guard.
Zhao Xiangwan deliberately snorted coldly and shook his shoulders, with a look of disgust on his face.
[Damn woman... go out and kill you! ]
Finally, he heard a curse in a rage, and Zhao Xiangwan was very satisfied with the result. It seemed that Jian Teng was not invulnerable, and he reacted strongly to other people's disgust.
The more fiercely he cursed in his heart, the more smile appeared on Jian Teng's face. He even grinned, looked at Zhao Xiangwan with curiosity, and asked proactively: "I haven't seen this young comrade before. Is he a newcomer in your serious crime team?"
Gao Guangqiang interrupted his familiarity with a cold voice: "Be serious! This is an interrogation room, not a company reception. We ask questions, and you answer them."
Jian Teng smiled and turned to Gao Guangqiang: "Officer Gao, you police have conducted several rounds of investigations at Santai Road Primary School. I have cooperated seriously every time, right? Why did you suddenly handcuff me today? I am also very sad about the murder of Teacher Wu, but...what does this have to do with me?"
Gao Guangqiang asked back: "Is it okay?"
Jian Teng shook his head, smiling even more: "Of course not. I am in the sports team, and Ms. Wu is in the language team. We don't interfere with each other, so why would I want to harm her?"
Gao Guangqiang had a stern face and became angrier the more he looked at Jian Teng.
What if you are a good guy, even if you are gay? You don't get married or have children, you work quietly and live alone, you don't steal or rob, who would discriminate against you, scold you, or interfere with you? But you don't behave like a good person, you kill people, control their minds, have group sex, and commit incest... one thing after another, one pile after another, you ruin other people's lives, and also your own life.
Gao Guangqiang said: "Jian Teng, you are gay, right?"
Jian Teng's pupils shrank and his eyes narrowed.
Among human micro-expressions, pupil changes are related to emotions. A shrinking pupil indicates disgust, which means that light is rejected from entering the eyes, thus avoiding receiving more information.
Jian Teng's expression shows that his first reaction to Gao Guangqiang saying the word "homosexual" was disgust.
This is a bit strange. Janet is gay himself, so why does he hate homosexuals?
Zhao Xiangwan couldn't hear his inner voice and could only use the theories of micro-expression behaviorism to analyze and deconstruct his reactions and expressions.
Jian Teng blinked, turned his head, and said in a deep voice, "Since you already know, why are you asking?"
This reaction is completely different from Bao Jiajun's.
When Jian Teng heard the police's questions, he cleverly realized something and did not deny it.
Gao Guangqiang raised his voice: "I'm asking you, are you gay? Please answer directly!"
Jian Teng's nose twitched, the corner of his mouth twisted, and his head swayed unconsciously from side to side: "Yes."
Every micro-expression of Jian Teng told Zhao Xiangwan: his answer was no.
But he admitted it!
Qu Youzhe once said that Jian Teng is a homosexual and an active homosexual.
Other members of the tennis club also confirmed this.
Bao Jiajun did not deny it either.
Why does Jian Teng hate it in his heart but acts in a way that caters to and likes it?
Zhao Xiangwan felt a little excited, because anything unreasonable is often a breakthrough!
Gao Guangqiang continued to ask: "You only like men? Bao Jiajun said he is bisexual."
Jian Teng's inner resistance became more and more obvious, and his whole body, from head to neck, shoulders to back, began to become stiff. His muscles were very beautiful, and this tenseness revealed his good figure.
The only ones in the serious crime team who could compete with Jian Teng in muscle were Zhu Feipeng and Ai Hui, but unfortunately they were both sent out. Zhao Xiangwan glanced at the other three in the interrogation room. Lao Gao was getting fatter as he aged, Zhu Kang was thinner, and Huang Yuande was a little weaker. It seemed that the police force should also regularize physical training like the Public Security University.
Zhao Xiangwan quietly moved his wrists and ankles, thinking about strengthening his fighting skills training while carefully observing Jian Teng's reaction.
Jian Teng frowned and said, "I only like men." His voice sounded a little sharp because of his tension.
Gao Guangqiang continued to ask: "What is your relationship with Bao Jiajun?"
Jian Teng said: "He is my leader."
Gao Guangqiang was patient: "What about privately?"
Jian Teng paused and said, "We are like-minded people, and we occasionally drink together."
Gao Guangqiang suddenly got to the point: "Bao Jiajun asked you to kill his wife?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the interrogation room became solemn.
Jian Teng was not in a hurry at all, and said slowly, "Nothing."
Eyebrows and eye lines remain unchanged.
Nose flare.
There was no change in the corners of his mouth.
After observing his reaction, Zhao Xiangwan realized that murder was not a nightmare to him at all, but a common occurrence.
What he cares more about is his homosexual identity.
Is it possible that he is not biologically homosexual, but chooses to be homosexual for some special reason?
Is there any special reason that would force a man who doesn't like men to become a homosexual?
Zhao Xiang looked Jian Teng up and down in the evening.
Like Qu Youzhe, Jian Teng also loves cleanliness. His nails are trimmed very neatly, but because he is a physical education teacher, there is some dirt in the gaps between his fingers. Even when he is handcuffed, he still lowers his head and rubs his hands on his thighs repeatedly, as if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, trying to wipe off the dirt.
However, after wiping for a long time, the dirt in the nail crevices can never be cleaned, unless you use nail clippers or other flaky tools.
Jian Teng was a little annoyed, staring at his fingers, and suddenly raised his head and begged, "Officer Gao, can you give me a nail clipper? I want to trim my nails. Or, can you let me wash my hands?"
Gao Guangqiang hesitated for a moment.
"I'll do it." Zhao Xiangwan had already stood up, fetched a basin of clean water, and considerately brought over soap and nail clippers.
In front of a room full of police officers, Jian Teng washed his hands thoroughly while wearing handcuffs, and then removed the tiny black marks between his nails. He then breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his chair, and looked at Zhao Xiangwan gratefully: "Thank you."
Zhao Xiangwan smiled slightly: "Do you have a cleanliness fetish?"
Jian Teng didn't know what she meant, but because of her politeness and consideration just now, Jian Teng had a good impression of Zhao Xiangwan and smiled back, "A little bit."
Zhao Xiangwan's smile deepened: "Generally speaking, cleanliness is caused by mental illness."
The smile on Jian Teng's face suddenly faded and he narrowed his eyes.
Looking closely, Jian Teng's pupils were noticeably smaller, indicating that he did not like the topic.
Zhao Xiangwan's facial expression also turned serious: "The formation of mental illness can usually be traced back to childhood."
Jian Teng's nostrils flared slightly and his breathing became heavier.
Plop! Plop!
His heartbeat also began to speed up.
There is a way.
Zhao Xiangwan stood in front of Jian Teng with his hands behind his back. His apple-like face looked childish and innocent when he smiled, but his phoenix eyes were extremely sharp.
"Let me guess what kind of painful experience you had in your childhood..."
[Shut up! I tell you to shut up! ]
Just a few casual words actually opened a door in Jian Teng's thick heart wall.
Jian Teng was roaring in his heart, but he tried to control himself. He clenched his teeth and his face turned pale. It was obvious that this memory was the one he least wanted to recall.
【Don't tell me, don't guess, I don't want to hear it! 】
[I have stabbed that pig, that beast, to death, but can the things he did to me be written off? ]
[I was only eight years old at the time, and I couldn't resist his strength at all. He held me down and did such a disgusting thing. I cried desperately and asked my mother to save me, but where was my mother? She only gave me medicine while crying afterwards and told me to bear it.]
Fragmented words piece together a complete story.
Zhao Xiangwan seemed to see Jian Teng, eight years old, helplessly being raped by a fat man, but his mother was weak and helpless and dared not resist. He endured until he had enough strength and finally killed the man.
That's when my obsession with cleanliness was formed.
The seeds of killing were planted at that time.
Zhao Xiangwan closed his eyes and hardened his heart.
No matter how pitiful his life experience is, it cannot cover up the fact that he committed a crime; no matter how cruel his past is, it cannot offset the evil things he has done.
Zhao Xiangwan's voice was like a spring flowing through the grass, winding and gentle: "Jian Teng, have you ever noticed that the more you hate someone, the more you become that person when you grow up?"
Jian Teng raised his head abruptly and looked at Zhao Xiangwan intently: "I, I don't want to either."
Zhao Xiangwan said: "In fact, many people have had that mentality: the harder you try to stop yourself, the more you will do it involuntarily. For example, the more you hate a smell, the more you want to smell it; the more evil a thought is that you don't want to appear, the stronger the thought becomes."
As soon as she said this, the policemen in the interrogation room nodded secretly, especially those who liked to smell stinky feet and socks, who even had smiles in their eyes.
Jian Teng didn't understand what Zhao Xiangwan was trying to do, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. When he first heard it, he thought she wanted to expose his shameful past, but now he heard it again, she became a caring person, looking for excuses for her behavior.
[What is she going to do? She...]
Before he could figure it out, Zhao Xiangwan's next words came like a waterfall gushing down from the top of the mountain, hitting the bluestone and making a huge noise, like thunder exploding in his ears.
"Jane, did you experience sexual abuse in your childhood?"
"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. However, you have become the person that even you hate and look down upon."
"You killed the wives of homosexuals without mercy, because women like this are exactly what you hate, right? You hate your mother for not protecting you when you were helpless and crying, so you want to kill her, and all the women who married homosexuals and dared not divorce or resist for the sake of food and their own face."
Jian Teng's eyes suddenly widened, and his whole body stiffened unconsciously. Because he was sitting in a chair and his movements were restricted, he could only stretch his neck backwards and stretch his legs into a straight line, trying to stretch downwards. He let out a roar of "Ho! Ho!" and looked like a patient with epilepsy, which was extremely terrifying.
Gao Guangqiang and Zhu Kang rushed forward, holding his shoulders on the left and right. Huang Yuande stretched out his hand to hold his forehead, pressing hard.
The past events that Jian Teng had suppressed in his heart for more than 20 years, the painful and unbearable scenes all flooded into his mind. Jian Teng seemed to return to the age of eight and began to struggle desperately: "No! No! Don't put pressure on me, I'll be obedient, I will be obedient——"
His screams were extremely mournful and revealed deep fear, making Gao Guangqiang and others feel their scalps tingling.
Zhao Xiangwan shouted, "Jian Teng, you are already grown up, what are you afraid of! Why don't you resist?!"
Jian Teng was in a state of mental breakdown at the moment. When he heard what Zhao Xiangwan said, he responded subconsciously: "I resisted, I resisted, I killed him with a knife!"
Zhao Xiangwan asked, "Who is he? Who did you kill?"
Jian Teng gritted his teeth and said, "That pig, my stepfather."
Very good, there are questions and answers.
Zhao Xiangwan asked in a stern voice: "Why did you kill Wu Lingrong?"
Jian Teng was twitching and screaming: "She is a useless woman. She can't even protect her own baby. Her life is a waste of food. Bao Jiajun wants her to die, so she must die."
Zhao Xiangwan's eyes were burning with anger: "How did you get into the room?"
"The key given by Bao Jiajun."
"Where are the keys?"
"Office drawer."
"What did you hit her head with?"
"Tennis racket."
"Where's the beat?"
"Equipment room."
"Where are the slippers?"
Jian Teng suddenly stopped struggling and regained consciousness. He looked blankly at the policemen holding his shoulders from left and right: "What are you doing?"
Gao Guangqiang and Zhu Kang looked at each other, secretly said what a pity, let go of each other's hands and walked back.
Good guy, with this move by Zhao Xiangwan, we got the clue!
Jian Teng looked at Zhao Xiangwan with a cold light in his eyes and seemed to realize something. He suddenly jumped up and wanted to knock Zhao Xiangwan down, but his body was restrained by handcuffs and he fell heavily back into the chair, making a harsh noise.
He shouted, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Zhao Xiangwansi ignored Jian Teng's threat and sneered, "Think about how to maintain personal hygiene in prison first."
Having said that, Zhao Xiangwan sat back at the table, as if the person whose words were as sharp as a knife just now was not her.
Zhao Xiangwan doesn't need to do the rest of the work.
New clues and evidence continue to emerge.
The Bao family's key was found in a drawer in the Sports Office;
After checking all the tennis rackets in the sports equipment room, they found unwashed blood stains on the handle of one of the rackets. DNA testing confirmed that it was Wu Lingrong's.
…
As Zhao Xiangwan said, Bao Jiajun's mother was a very superstitious person. She burned incense all year round at home, and the smell of incense filled the air. When Zhu Feipeng and his friends arrived at the village, Bao Jiajun's mother had invited a Taoist priest to come to her house. He was performing rituals in the bedroom, drawing talismans and dancing with swords, pretending to be a ghost to drive away the little ghost.
When the Taoist saw the police coming to his door, he thought he was being sued for fraud and was so scared that he begged for mercy.
Bao Jiajun's mother already felt guilty, and after being deceived by He Mingyu, she knew everything clearly.
When all the evidence was laid out in front of Bao Jiajun and Jian Teng, they had no choice but to bow their heads.
Can you please not explain?
The evidence is as strong as a mountain. There is no way to hide or escape from it. It is better to explain it clearly and ask for leniency with a confession.
When the police brought the two men to the scene to identify the crime, the entire Santai Road Primary School was in an uproar.
"No way? Principal Bao hired a killer to kill someone?"
"Teacher Jian is a good teacher, why did he kill Teacher Wu?"
"Killed by a blow to the head with a tennis racket handle? How much hatred does this have to have?"
Jian Teng was a physical education teacher. He was agile and fast runner. While Zeng Qi was sorting out documents in the archives, he quickly crossed the playground and the woods, went up to the fifth floor of the leadership building, and opened the door with his key.
After Wu Lingrong coaxed her son to sleep, she returned to her bedroom. She heard noises at the door and thought it was Bao Jiajun coming back, so she ignored him. The couple had been in a cold war for the past few days, and she didn't want to see Bao Jiajun.
Her mother-in-law called her last week and hesitated for a long time: "Don't blame me. There is nothing I can do about this. Who made Duoduo a girl? I thought that if she fell out, she would at most become disabled and I could apply for a second child, but who knew she would die? I lit oil lamps for Duoduo in the temple, and I chanted Buddhist scriptures and fasted for her every day. Don't blame me. There is nothing I can do about this. Who made the old Bao family have only one son for three generations? Who made your first child a girl?"
Wu Lingrong then realized that there was a hidden story behind Duoduo's death. She was so angry that she was shaking all over. She suspected that Bao Jiajun was also involved in this matter and forced him to tell the truth. But Bao Jiajun said righteously: "It's your own fault, don't put it on others. Why are you making such a fuss when you can't just live a good life?"
Wu Lingrong's heart went cold, and she stared at Bao Jiajun blankly: "Good life? Do you think this is a good life? Ask yourself, is our life really good? We have been married for so many years, how many times have we slept together? I am a woman! I have needs too! Do you not love me, or... you don't love a woman at all?"
Seeing his wife starting to become suspicious, Bao Jiajun said, "What's the point of this? You are so shameless!" and left the house.
The couple began a cold war, but Bao Jiajun had already made up his mind to kill her.
Jian Teng took the key to open the door, put on gloves, opened the shoe closet, and took out the tennis racket, new slippers, and long raincoat that Bao Jiajun had prepared for him in advance. After calmly changing into shoes and raincoat, he walked through the living room and headed towards the master bedroom.
The curtains in the living room were drawn. Jian Teng did not turn on the lights. He walked straight to the master bedroom, turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
The noise outside the house was exactly the same as what Bao Jiajun did after entering the house. Wu Lingrong did not doubt it at all, thinking it was her husband. She turned over, turned her back to the bedroom door, and muttered, "Get lost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Teng spotted the right spot and took action.
After a dull thud, Wu Lingrong fainted on the bed. Jian Teng walked over, dragged Wu Lingrong off the bed by her hair, and continued to swing the tennis racket and hit her.
One, two, three...
Wu Lingrong clutched the edge of the bed with one hand, and fell headfirst into the narrow passage between the bed and the closet. Blood spurted out, covering the closet door, the head of the bed, and the wall.
Jian Teng's hands, body, and feet were also covered with a lot of it.
After confirming Wu Lingrong's death, Jian Teng came out of the bedroom, closed the door gently, walked to the sink to wash his hands and face, changed back into his own shoes, put the blood-stained tennis racket, slippers, and raincoat into a plastic bag, placed it next to the shoe cabinet, and turned to leave.
Once again, I was back in the principal's office. It all took only ten minutes.
Zeng Qi once came out and asked, "Hey, where is Teacher Jian?" but was fooled by Bao Jiajun.
When Bao Jiajun returned home after overtime, he smelled the blood in the house through the door and was overjoyed. After cleaning up the traces left by Jian Teng, he went downstairs with a plastic bag and handed the bloody items to Jian Teng who was waiting downstairs.
Jian Teng climbed over the wall, burned the slippers and raincoat in the plastic bag and threw them into the trash can. He also washed the tennis racket and took it back to the equipment room.
Everything is seamless.
The only oversight was that Jian Teng mistakenly believed Qu Youzhe and leaked the secret to him.
The biggest variable is that Qu Youzhe provoked Gong Anyi, who is Meng Annan's cousin, and Meng Annan is Zhao Xiangwan's roommate.
Zhao Xiangwan was good at studying.
The murder of Wu Lingrong was solved successfully, and the members of the serious crime team once again sighed that Zhao Xiangwan was a lucky general. Gao Guangqiang applied for a bonus and a third-class merit medal for Zhao Xiangwan, and the president of the Public Security University presented the award to Zhao Xiangwan in the school's small auditorium.
This time, Wu Ruxin did not say anything sarcastic like she did last time when the school awarded Zhao Xiangwan the Outstanding Award. Instead, she clapped and cheered with everyone else.
After Meng Annan understood what happened, he was scared. Fortunately, he asked Zhao Xiangwan to help his cousin, otherwise, if his cousin married a homosexual, wouldn't it ruin her life?
Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiangwan was right. If she took action, it would definitely be a big case.
Thinking of this, Meng Annan clapped his hands and said, "Zhao Xiangwan's criminal investigation skills are amazing! You don't know, when I was with her, she just kept talking and Qu Youzhe confessed everything."
Zhang Yalan smiled as she looked at Zhao Xiangwan, who was standing on the podium in uniform and looked very heroic. She was proud of this and said loudly amidst the thunderous applause, "Of course it's amazing! She just went out to have a western meal and ended up helping the serious crime unit solve another major case!"
The classmates nearby were also envious.
"Zhao Xiangwan is only a sophomore, and she has already won a third-class merit. She will definitely be assigned to the best unit after graduation."
"I heard that she has already been interning in the City Bureau's Serious Crime Unit. She will probably be assigned there in the future, right?"
"She's amazing! She publishes papers and solves major cases, but how come we just sit in class and study?"
Zhao Xiangwan, who became the center of attention, stood on the stage, looking at the crowded crowd below, with her back straight. The third-class merit medal hanging on the left chest of her uniform sparkled brightly under the light, dazzling her eyes.
She knows that with greater ability comes greater responsibility, and there is still a long way to go in the future.
In June 1995, Zhao Xiangwan graduated from Hunan Public Security University. Her excellent internship experience and rich criminal record enabled her to be successfully assigned to the Xing City Public Security Bureau.
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