Chapter 156 The Origin of the Name
Guan Zhiwei was innocent; she was just unlucky to have been trafficked. The poisoning had nothing to do with her, and the murder was an act of forced retaliation. In just a few words, she went from being a murderer who massacred a village to a tragic hero.
"I only have one question left."
Jun Yuan asked, "Guan Zhiwei, why wasn't she poisoned?"
Since everyone else drank paraquat, why was Guan Zhiwei the only one who managed to escape unscathed?
Wu Huan felt dizzy and his consciousness was wavering. He tried hard to concentrate and then answered the question: "When we were drinking the nuptial wine, my grandma handed her the wine. Then, I slapped her. What right did a woman, or a madwoman, have to drink? I snatched it and drank it all. My dad even praised me for being manly."
In his account, it was all just an accident.
He wanted to commit suicide, but accidentally dragged the whole village down with him.
As the only survivor in the village, his testimony filled in the gaps in Guan Zhiwei's story.
There are masters who can be stabbed to death by random blows, but there are no madmen who can precisely poison someone.
Poisoning is an extremely delicate matter: obtaining the poison, creating the opportunity to administer it, and poisoning everyone in the right place.
Therefore, Guan Zhiwei cannot be crazy.
However, Wu Huan's testimony reinforced the notion that Guan Zhiwei was just a madwoman, and that the poisoning was not done by her, but rather an accident caused by the villagers' own negligence.
He did not completely exonerate Guan Zhiwei; he admitted that Guan Zhiwei had attacked people with an axe.
This action precisely demonstrates that she is indeed a madwoman.
She didn't understand that she was killing someone, so she killed someone and stayed at the scene, covered in blood.
All of this makes perfect sense.
Junyuan adjusted his posture, sat down in the chair, crossed his arms, and said, "You have a strong ability to manipulate the narrative."
"Thank you for the compliment."
“You had a dog that you used to guard your chickens, but it died and was buried quite deep in the hill behind your house. The police dog found it.”
"..."
Wu Huan's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Jun Yuan asked, word by word, "According to the forensic examination, this dog was killed by a rock falling from the mountain, and Guan Zhiwei's DNA was extracted from its body. Dogs have a very sensitive nose and can detect poison. Were you worried that it would get in the way?"
"Guan Zhiwei really liked that dog and often petted it. As for who killed it, I don't know. It always liked to bite randomly, and quite a few people disliked it."
"You have a very quick mind; you don't seem like someone who hasn't read books."
"I enjoy self-study."
Junyuan made a judgment in his mind, and the answer was completely confrontational.
Wu Huan erected a sharp layer of protection, which further proves that he is trying to cover something up.
“I’m actually quite curious, who gave you your name? It doesn’t quite fit the local characteristics. I see that most people in your village have names like Stone, Forest Life, Water Life, Spring Life, Spring Girl, Field.” Jun Yuan tapped the notebook in his hand repeatedly.
As the only survivor besides Guan Zhiwei at the scene, Wu Huan was thoroughly investigated.
His mother was trafficked.
"Such a cultured name, of course, was chosen by my mother. My grandma said that after she gave birth to me, she suddenly struggled to sit up and laughed. My grandparents were discussing what name to give me when she said, 'Let's call her Huan, meaning joy, happiness, and bliss.' My grandma still grumbles about it now, saying that seeing how proactive she was, she thought Huan had come to her senses, but who knew she could still run away."
Wu Huan chuckled: "That's why people say I'm stupid. My surname is Wu, Wu Huan. I've never experienced joy, happiness, or bliss in my life."
Junyuan, like a cold, emotionless machine, continued to press: "Since you were able to find the pesticide your mother left behind, it means you saw her trying to commit suicide by drinking it. She left afterward, so you let her go?"
"yes."
Wu Huan is quite old, probably eight or nine years old. He asked his father for money so he could take his mother to the market.
The mother had another child in her belly, and she was quite old; no one would have expected her to run away.
She never expected that she could still run.
Xiao Wu Huan gave her all the money, bought the tickets, and said, "Mom, I'll tell them you went up the mountain to cut pig feed. I'll buy you some time. You run, you must run as fast as you can."
His mother burst into tears and said a lot of things, but he doesn't remember them all. He only remembers her saying, "Come find me. My name is Gao..."
Wu Huan doesn't remember, but he thinks he should be called Gao Huan. Lofty aspirations lead to a joyful life. His mother might regret giving him that name in the end.
Because he let his mother run away and delayed the search for her, he was beaten by his father repeatedly until he was covered in bruises, and his father even stopped letting him go to school.
He never tried to find his mother, because she didn't love him.
If someone escapes but is still found by him, what's the difference between that and being haunted by a nightmare?
Junyuan concluded, "You empathize with your mother, so you also sympathize with Guan Zhiwei, and you're willing to take the blame for her."
Wu Huan suddenly laughed: "If that's the case, then Guan Zhiwei killed that person. She deliberately poisoned him, she deliberately stabbed him, so you should sentence her to death. She's the wife my father bought for me. Dead people don't distinguish between being stupid or not. Can't you arrange a ghost marriage for me? She's someone my father bought with money. I paid for her, so she's mine."
"I hope you won't bring any emotions into this conversation with me."
"Officer Jun, I'm about to die, do you understand? I want to enjoy the rest of my life, which may only last five minutes. Please let me go. I've said what you wanted to hear: Guan Zhiwei committed murder. She's not insane. Arrest her and execute her."
Wu Huan gave up and closed his eyes.
He was the only survivor, so he could say whatever he wanted.
“I want to investigate every criminal case thoroughly, not to meet quotas, but to fulfill the most fundamental contract of modern society: the state monopolizes legal violence, and in exchange, we must take on the responsibility of ‘finding out the truth, protecting the innocent, and punishing evil.’ This is an absolute responsibility and a bottom line.”
Jun Yuan said, word by word, "I'm doing my best, and I ask that you cooperate with me, okay?"
Wu Huan opened his eyes, his eyeballs darting around before he suddenly smiled. "Officer Jun, the cost of wrongdoing is different for good people and bad people. Bad people can hit and curse as they please, finding pleasure in murder and arson; good people are different. They don't like conflict, they don't like hitting or cursing, and even if they do bad things, they only feel exhausted in the end. Is it fair to slap someone back after being slapped? No. It's fair to stab someone in the back after being slapped. It's just a pity that this kind of fairness can't be judged, at least you can't judge it, right?"
Jun Yuan's face was solemn as he said, "What I represent is the starting point of the rule of law and the bottom line of justice."
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