Chapter 109
"Coach Luo is really generous." Lin Jiafan didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed. He just left this meaningful sentence and then turned his eyes away from her.
At that time, Section Chief Fang had already completed the basic greetings with the ex-wife of Hou Guoan, the owner of Jiangcheng Spicy Stir-fry Restaurant, and was looking at him non-stop as if asking for help.
"Hello, Ms. Feng, right?" Lin Jiafan took two steps forward and spoke softly. His elegant and handsome face easily made the fashionable woman look much better.
"It's me. You contacted me and asked me to come over to help identify the body, but I've been standing there for more than half an hour and haven't seen a single hair!" Feng Shurong frowned impatiently and complained as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Please be patient. There are some procedures that must be followed before identifying the body. We still need to understand the situation from you." Lin Jiafan smiled as he spoke.
Although he was inevitably a little dusty after working at the explosion scene for a whole day, compared to his colleagues around him, he still gave people a friendly feeling.
Although Feng Shurong was not very happy, she nodded reluctantly for the sake of the face in front of her.
Seeing that the other party's attitude had softened, Lin Jiafan immediately asked, "Excuse me, when did Hou Guoan, the owner of Jiangcheng Spicy Stir-fry Restaurant, and you divorce?"
"About eight or nine months ago." The woman crossed her arms over her chest and zipped up her down jacket to the highest position to protect herself from the biting cold wind at night.
"Are you two still in touch after the divorce?"
"Occasionally, he's a bit mentally unstable," Feng Shurong said, a look of confusion on her face. "Excuse me, officer, is there any necessary connection between what you're asking and my identification of the body?"
"It is not yet certain whether the explosion was accidental or man-made, so there are some details we need to understand," Lin Jiafan explained.
Feng Shurong seemed a little dissatisfied when she heard this. "You guys aren't suspecting me of blowing up this store, are you? Come on, after we divorce, he's supposed to give me 15,000 yuan a month in child support. How would it benefit me if I destroyed his source of income?"
"Of course I'm not doubting you," Lin Jiafan soothed, raising his chin to gesture towards the nearby employees of the spicy stir-fry restaurant. "I'm just wondering how well you know the staff there."
Turning her head to take a quick look, Feng Shurong spread her hands and said, "I know some of them, but I don't."
"The remaining few people will be here later. I'd like to trouble Ms. Feng to keep an eye out and see if your ex-husband has accidentally offended someone in his daily work." With just a few simple words, Lin Jiafan pulled the woman into the police camp.
Feng Shurong seemed to have a sense of responsibility in an instant. In the end, she just lowered her head and complained a few words, then waited willingly.
At this moment, Guo Zhen came forward to ask for instructions: "Captain Lin, I'll get the guy embedded in the wall into the car first, and have them take him back to the bureau."
Lin Jiafan naturally would not disagree and nodded slightly in response.
After receiving a positive answer, Guo Zhen trotted back to the stretcher used to carry the corpse temporarily, lifted the plastic sheet covering it, and prepared to transfer the victim into a professional body bag.
Because they had to clean up the mess on the road caused by the explosion overnight, in addition to the street lights, two super-large searchlights were set up nearby. It is no exaggeration to say that it is as bright as daylight.
So when Guo Zhen and his colleagues were shouting to move the victim, the other party's only remaining hand slipped out unexpectedly, and the 289 were exposed under everyone's eyes.
Although he quickly put his hand back, he still couldn't stop the prying eyes of those who were interested.
"Wait!" Feng Shurong's face suddenly changed drastically, and her voice became sharp and piercing.
The woman stumbled over to Guo Zhen's side, tightly grasped his hands that were zipping up the body bag, and asked tremblingly, "Who are the victims you're talking about?!"
"Ma'am, this victim should have nothing to do with the explosion. He is involved in another homicide case." Guo Zhen looked at his captain inquiringly. Faced with this sudden situation, he was inevitably confused.
Lin Jiafan first soothed the team member with his eyes, then walked over and asked, "Ms. Feng, do you have any questions?"
Feng Shurong opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Even with the delicate makeup on her face, it still couldn't hide her paleness at this moment.
After taking a deep breath, she managed to speak: "I think I know the person lying in here."
"Can I take a look?"
Frowning slightly, Lin Jiafan gave her a warning: "Ms. Feng, this victim has been dead for three or four days. His appearance is a little hard to accept. Are you sure?"
After receiving Feng Shurong's affirmative answer, he signaled Guo Zhen to pull down the zipper on the body bag again.
The next second, the deceased's face, which was already slightly rotten, was exposed under the searchlight.
What followed was the expected scream. Feng Shurong immediately released her hands that were holding Guo Zhen's arms, turned around, covered her face and began to sob silently.
Lin Jiafan and his team members looked at each other. They really didn't expect to have such an unexpected discovery.
He waited patiently for a few minutes, and when Feng Shurong's emotions gradually calmed down, he asked, "Ms. Feng, do you know the deceased?"
"I...I know him. His name is Yu Wenxin. We are...in a relationship." As the woman spoke, big tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes again.
Oh no.
Although Guo Zhen didn't say anything, his eyebrows and eyes were full of gossip.
The eyes behind the lenses slowly narrowed, and Lin Jiafan's tone remained unchanged: "Ms. Feng, the reason for your divorce from Hou Guoan, could it be that Yu Wenxin happened to be the reason?"
When Feng Shurong heard this question, her expression froze for a moment, and then she nodded awkwardly, which was considered as her agreement.
Lin Jiafan raised his eyebrows uncontrollably, and felt that this case suddenly became interesting.
It is known that Feng Shurong and Hou Guoan, the owner of Jiangcheng Spicy Stir-fry Restaurant, are ex-wife and ex-husband, while Feng Shurong and Yu Wenxin are in an ongoing relationship.
About four days ago, Yu Wenxin died of excessive blood loss and was trapped in the wall of Unit 202, Building 4, Phase 1 of Dingsheng Jiayuan.
Four days later, Hou Guoan died in his own store due to an accidental explosion.
All of this drama was seen by Luo Jingyao, who was standing at the foot of the wall not far away, avoiding the cold wind.
Naturally, she did not miss the look that Lin Jiafan gave Feng Shurong as if he had discovered some rare treasure. At this moment, this woman was the key figure who could link the explosion and the murder together. It was no exaggeration to say that she was rarer than a national treasure.
Feng Shurong no longer clamored to leave. It seemed that her lover was much more important than her ex-husband.
After settling the sobbing woman down, Lin Jiafan looked around and walked straight towards Luo Jingyao.
"Coach Luo has done a great job today. Thanks to your reminder, we discovered the origin of the severed hand in advance. Otherwise, there would be no scene of Feng Shurong identifying the body. If the police want to confirm the identity of the deceased, who knows how much time and resources will be wasted." He raised the corner of his lips and stared at her intently.
The man's tone of thanks was sincere, but there was an inexplicable hint of relief. "Luckily, Coach Luo was generous enough to waive our consulting fees twice. Otherwise, the bureau would have paid you so much for just this one clue!"
"Thank you, Coach Luo, for understanding my difficulties and saving me from a three-day and three-night verbal battle with those old fogies in the bureau."
It would be fine if I didn’t mention the consulting fees, but as soon as I mentioned Luo Jingyao, my heart felt like it was bleeding.
To avoid regret, she could only forcefully change the subject: "So this Feng Shurong is the key to these two cases?"
"It's hard to say now, but the proportion of triangle relationships in past murders has always been very considerable." Lin Jiafan first looked at Feng Shurong who was still crying softly, and then looked at the team of shop assistants who had added several people at some point.
"The specific role Feng Shurong played in these two cases will depend on further investigations."
"Once it's confirmed that the two cases are related, I'm afraid they'll have to be investigated together."
Following Lin Jiafan's gaze, Luo Jingyao was not surprised to see Section Chief Fang's face almost wrinkled with laughter. It was obvious that the other party had thought of this as well.
"I'm going to meet the store clerks. Coach Luo, do you want to come with me?" Lin Jiafan withdrew his gaze and made an invitation.
Luo Jingyao did not refuse and followed him obediently to where Pang Guang and the group of shop assistants were.
When they got closer, they saw that everyone was staring at the heartbroken Feng Shurong a few steps away with strange eyes. Lin Jiafan's eyes flickered slightly and he said, "What's the matter? Do you know Ms. Feng?"
Hearing his question, several of them immediately shifted their gaze elsewhere.
However, a capable-looking woman responded, "I know her. Of course I know her. Miss Feng is our former boss lady!"
Lin Jiafan looked at the other person secretly. The woman was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with long black hair neatly combed into a ponytail. She looked rather heroic, and she was wearing the work clothes of Jiangcheng Spicy Stir-fry Restaurant under her coat.
Normal waiters wear brown, very loose tops and pants, but she is a little different, wearing a slim brown and white suit.
As if she understood the hesitation in his eyes, the woman extended her hand. "Hello, officer. I'm Fang Xiuni, the manager of Jiangcheng Spicy Stir-fry Restaurant."
"I have worked in the store for more than two years. The police can ask anything they want to know, and I will tell them everything I know." As she spoke, Fang Xiuni's square face was filled with sadness, but after sniffing, she quickly regained her composure.
"Then let's talk about your former boss lady!" Lin Jiafan simply continued with what he had just said.
"Ms. Feng..." Fang Xiuni looked embarrassed and hesitant. "I don't know her very well. I just know that she often comes to the store to argue with the boss."
"Just a few days ago, the two of them had a quarrel."
Unexpectedly, before she could finish her words, Feng Shurong rushed over from the other side.
"Bullshit!" Feng Shurong put her hands on her hips, her eyes already red from crying becoming even redder. "I didn't even mention your little shit, and you're making it up?!"
The two of them were on edge in an instant, and the atmosphere on the scene became extremely tense.
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