After a good night's sleep, Jiajun had another nosebleed the next morning, but he did not hide anymore. Instead, he looked up and showed it to his family like a trophy.

Jiadong automatically thought he was being coquettish, so he pulled Jiajun to help him wash his face and stopped the bleeding according to the doctor's instructions.

Jiaru immediately handed him a large glass of warm water, and Jiayi, who had just returned from jogging, took out ice cubes from the refrigerator, gave some to Jiajun and kept the others for herself.

Yi Jiajun was no longer the most depressed teenager in the world. Growing up in love, he didn't even know what to rebel against during his rebellious period.

Life returned to normal, and the Yi family returned to their own positions.

But for some others, life can never go back to where it was.

On the way out, Jiayi bought two newspapers through the car window, and found that they were all full of reports about the suspect Wang Weiya in the [Inflatable House Murder Case] ​​-

"Ethical Tragedy, Father Kills Son"

"Exclusive Interview with Son-Killer"...

Because

the investigation of the Serious Crime Unit is still in progress, even though the suspect has a confession, the Department of Justice has not been sued.

The 48 hours of legal detention have passed, and Wang Weiya has been temporarily released. He cannot leave the country, but he can go home and see people.

He did not return to the home with Ayu and Kunzai, but returned to the housing estate where he was born and grew up.

In that small, dirty, and even a little sour and smelly dim space, he did not refuse the interview of the reporters who heard the news.

The camera captured his numb look, and the reporter's recorder recorded his emotionless narration.

Although his voice was trembling, his words were extreme and evil.

In his description, he inhumanely planned and carried out a brutal killing...

When these news covered the entire city, he paved the way for his own death.

As long as the trial was in session, any member of the jury would tend to give him the most severe punishment.

In this year when the death penalty has not been abolished, he will end his life as he wishes in the early summer of 19 years old.

If he tries hard to catch up, maybe he can still hold Kun Tsai's hand on the Naihe Bridge.

...

On the way to work in the morning, Uncle Jiu deliberately took a detour through the community where Wang Weiya and his wife lived.

Downstairs near Wang Weiya's residence, there were a few elderly people sitting there basking in the sun.

Uncle Jiu parked his car at the side of the alley, walked over and squatted among a group of elderly people, chatting with everyone.

The old policeman had his own way of getting into the inner circle of the citizens. Uncle Jiu quickly got familiar with these neighbors, from mahjong to food, from current politics to rising vegetable prices... After chatting for a long time, Uncle Jiu finally pulled them to the recent gossip in the community, which was also the news on the headlines of newspapers.

After revealing his identity, Uncle Jiu also revealed his doubts about the case, saying that he always felt that there was something strange about Ah Wei's confession, but he couldn't figure it out.

The elderly have withdrawn from the most powerful position in this society for some time. After retiring and not working, they no longer have the right to control their children, and have gradually become a speechless community. Now, hearing the policeman being troubled by the case and asking for advice so humbly, he immediately showed his interest, changing his reserved and cautious attitude from yesterday and talking freely:

“…Is that Ah Wei? I don’t know whether he killed Kun Zai or not, but he is a very good person. He has always tried hard to get along with the neighbors. If anyone encounters any difficulties and finds him, he doesn’t know how to refuse. Sometimes I also feel that this child is very pitiful. He just wants to ask others to say ‘you are so nice’ or ‘thank you’, but he makes himself suffer.”

The old man shook his head and took another puff of cigarette. The smoke he exhaled was very strong and had a strong smell.

He smacked his lips, sniffed out of habit, and continued:

"Everyone says that no matter how tired Ah Wei is when he gets home, the first thing he does is always pick up Kunzai. If he sees other people's children have something, he would also like to buy it for Kunzai. On various festivals, he always takes Kunzai out to play. In order to accompany Kunzai and his wife, he often has to hire others to do the work, and then he has to pay them back all the time. He seems to be very happy, but the neighbors are working hard for him.

"In fact, everyone has always spoken highly of him, and his wife always praises him..."

"Has he ever beaten Kunzai?" Uncle Jiu saw that the old man had finished smoking, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Of course he beat him. A good son is born under the stick. Look, who doesn't beat their children now. But I only saw him spank Kunzai once, because Kunzai didn’t listen to his mother, swung on the swing in the park, and refused to go home. Not only was he spanked that time, he was also punished to stand, haha... But Kunzai seemed to have made Mrs. Wang so angry that she cried, and later both mother and son cried together... Come to think of it, Mrs. Wang seemed to be only 20 years old, still a child. "

Uncle Jiu listened and took down the confession. Finally, he asked the old man to sign, and asked other citizens to testify and sign as well. Then he left.

On the way, he recalled the newspaper he read this morning, and considered Jiayi's point of view and what he had just heard... I just feel that being a policeman is really inevitable to be wavering. Public opinion often affects people's judgment. It is not easy to eliminate all the noise and find the truth.

After reaching a conclusion, it is even more difficult to stick to your own judgment.

…

At the gate of the police station, Jiayi, who walked out of the garage and turned around, faced the choice of insisting on her own ideas or passing it off vaguely.

Reporters had been blocking the gate of the police station since early in the morning, and when they saw Jiayi, the "old acquaintance" in charge of the [Inflatable House Murder Case], they swarmed over immediately.

Officer Yi did not expose any hot spots, and they all wanted to find something to interview the female detective, not to mention that the current hot ethical tragedy was the one her team was in charge of.

Blocked by a group of reporters, Jiayi hesitated in annoyance.

"May I ask why you let the murderer of his son go home?"

"Has the police been monitoring him?"

"What if he killed his wife too?"

"Madam, why let him go when the evidence is conclusive? "

"Did Officer Yi make a wrong decision? Will the detective's reputation be wiped out?"

"If we set the inhumane murderer free, what will happen to the safety of the citizens?"

"Madam..."

Jiayi pushed away a microphone that was hitting her chin and said loudly:

"The case is still under investigation. Please don't call the murderer Wang Weiya a filicide. In addition, when there is new progress in the investigation of the case, the Public Relations Department will announce the true evaluation of the case to everyone. Please just contact the Public Relations Department."

Finally, she gave the hotline number of the Public Relations Department, and then pushed away two reporters, trying to get out of the crowd.

"But Madam Yi, the suspect you mentioned has confessed his guilt. The video of his interview is solid evidence--" Another reporter squeezed in front of Jiayi, a young but very hardworking female reporter.

Jiayi pushed her away by pressing her shoulders, pursed her lips and said:

"Every real murderer who was caught before claimed that he was absolutely innocent before there was solid evidence.

"If the suspect's words are true, shouldn't the police have let those murderers go before?

"The police investigate cases based on solid evidence. We must eliminate all uncertain factors and find the most accurate truth. So please trust the police."

"Even if the murderer has confessed?" The female reporter looked up and felt the palm of the hand on her shoulder was hot, and the other person's eyes were burning as well.

"Jiayi looked at the female reporter for a few seconds. Although she did not say anything else, she had already made her attitude clear.

The female reporter pursed her lips and finally made way. Someone behind her wanted to push her away and squeeze in front of Yi Jiayi. She instinctively pushed the person behind her with her back to help Madam Yi Ge make an exit.

Jiayi nodded to her gratefully, and then strode into the police station.

Looking at Officer Yi's back, many reporters chattered and wanted to find out the situation from other officers who came to work, but someone suddenly said, "She wanted to clear up a man who had pleaded guilty..." This sentence suddenly enlightened everyone, and a group of reporters from different newspapers got together to talk about this incredible thing, and they no longer had the interest to interview other police officers.

"Even the suspect himself doesn't care about the truth, and she still wants to investigate..."

"Save a person who is determined to die?"

"It seems so. Do you think Yi Shazhan can win the bet?"

"Who knows? The information we got is inconsistent. What if the police found out something we don't know?"

"Hey, are you interested in opening the betting? Are you betting on whether the female detective is still right or is wrong?" "

Haha, your newspaper has always been spreading fake news. You will definitely lose the bet..."

Just when everyone was chatting excitedly, a reporter suddenly found that the female reporter who had been standing next to him had quietly run away.

He thought about it and immediately shouted:

"Oh no, she must have gone to interview the suspect!"

"The suspect must know the truth, he must know more than the police! We can't let her get there first! Quick! Catch up with her!"

After this shout, the media all ran to their cars or bicycles.

The originally crowded police station entrance was left with only Uncle Jiu holding a wood lily in his mouth.

If you are familiar with Uncle Jiu's voice, you will find that the person who just shouted "catch up with her" was not a reporter at all, but Officer Lin Wangjiu!

...

When Jiayi walked into the office, it was still early. Logically, no one should have arrived at the police station at this time. But

when she opened the door, she actually saw Brother Sanfu and Liu Jiaming, one leaning on his desk and sleeping soundly, and the other lying in the massage chair with his eyes closed and enjoying it.

Seeing Jiayi coming in, Sanfu, who was doing a massage, rubbed his eyes, pointed at the boxes of things that Jiayi was looking at in confusion, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Last night we were keeping an eye on the business that rented the inflatable house to Wang Weiya. At midnight, suddenly a group of people carried these things out and wanted to take them away. We went out and detained them directly, and those people also took statements one by one."

He looked like he didn't sleep well last night. He stood up from the massage chair, stretched his waist, walked to the desk, picked up a stack of confessions on it and handed it to Jiayi:

"Eleventh sister, this shop bought a batch of inflatable houses before. Because of the strong wind in Hong Kong, the ropes of most of them showed different degrees of wear and tear after just a few months of use. The boss felt that the inflatable houses were in good condition and it would be a waste to restock just because four ropes were damaged. So he arranged for the team to find a small sewing team to replace all the inflatable houses with worn ropes with sturdy ropes.

"First of all, the boss who made this decision is a big problem, not to mention the person who later implemented it. He only looked for sturdy ropes to save trouble. Otherwise, if the rope broke again after a few days, he might be scolded by the boss... The result is that these ropes can easily come loose unless they are tied tightly if you are not prepared.

“The service personnel who took over the rental said that they usually remind customers to tie more rings, and this kind of situation has never happened before… But I asked the relevant department last night, and even if their service personnel gave verbal instructions, it is still illegal to casually replace the components of dangerous goods like this.”

Although he was complained by his colleagues in the relevant department for disturbing his sleep last night, he was still very happy to have figured out the matter.

"Wang Weiya's confession did not mention anything about the service staff's reminder. I guess the service staff may have reminded Kunzai's mother Zhang Shuyu when she called to rent the inflatable house, but Zhang Shuyu also said that she did not remember such a reminder."

Liu Jiaming was also awake at this time. He wiped the suspicious liquid from the corner of his mouth and introduced the results of staying up late yesterday in a hoarse voice:

"It is possible that Zhang Shuyu completely forgot that someone reminded her about this on the phone;

"It is also possible that Zhang Shuyu remembered, but because the couple had a quarrel when Wang Weiya took Kunzai out, she forgot to remind her husband for a while. She may have remembered this incident afterwards, but because there were eyewitnesses who saw her husband untying the rope and her husband also pleaded guilty, she hid this seemingly "useless" information.

"Or, she remembered it afterwards, but was worried that it was because she forgot to remind her husband that this tragedy happened. She wanted to shirk responsibility, so she would never admit that the service staff had reminded her on the phone..."

Liu Jiaming stood up and yawned, scratching his head, and sighed:

"Anyway, we may not be able to get more information from Zhang Shuyu. Brother Sanfu and I have the rental records, which have the phone numbers of all the renters. I will call them one by one to see if everyone has been reminded. And whether they were reminded when booking the rental, or when picking up the inflatable house."

After figuring this out, we can better understand whether the suspect Wang Weiya's motive for committing the crime is established, and we can better understand the suspect's psychology.

But no matter what, the merchant is definitely responsible.

"I've called the Commercial Crime Investigation Division. They will come to pick up these products during work. In this case, they will serve as an important provider of evidence." Sanfu scratched his head and picked up several cardboard boxes containing inflatable houses. He had checked most of the inflatable houses inside, and they were all defective products that had been re-sewn with hard ropes.

"Oh, by the way, when we were doing the surveillance, we also ran into a reporter named Nie Weiyan, who seemed to be the chief reporter of the Orange Daily. He cooperated with us in collecting evidence, helped take photos, and also took notes. Because if this case involves business capital and the like, it will become complicated. The suspect has already confessed, and it has become known to everyone. If the business turns around and accuses us of being the police, it will be very troublesome. So Brother Sanfu and I specially asked Nie Weiyan to take photos for us. The whole collection process was captured, and the background was the street clock and road signs at the intersection, with the time and location complete."

Liu Jiaming also walked to Jiayi's side, yawning without any image, and proudly taking credit:

"Isn't it thoughtful?"

Jiayi didn't expect that the two of them could achieve so many results after staying up all night. She was really moved. She looked at the inflatable house in the cardboard box and then at the two agents. She spread her arms and gently touched their shoulders even though she was the shortest among the three.

Sanfu felt praised and recognized, and laughed. He turned around and saw that the desk was empty, so he poked Liu Jiaming again: "Call for some coffee for breakfast, I'm hungry."

"Got it, sir." Liu Jiaming responded jokingly, picked up the phone, and while dialing the number, he thought, now that there is a young man like Liang Jiale, he should be able to hand over the ordering task to Ah Lok.

"Gary and I also got a lot of confessions." Uncle Jiu's voice suddenly came from the door. He raised the transcript in his hand that he and Gary did last night and supplemented this morning. "Basically all the confessions point to the fact that Wang Weiya loves Kunzai very much, is a good father and a good husband, has no violent tendencies, and has strong emotional control. In the month before the incident, Wang Weiya did not exhibit any strange behavior, everything was normal, he would complain about the hard work and complain that he didn't know if he could live a good life in the future, but he was still very energetic.

"The people who provided confessions include Wang Weiya's colleagues, former colleagues, neighborhood elders, neighborhood peers, ladies in the neighborhood, etc. It's basically very comprehensive. "Ah... "

Jiayi took the transcript handed over by Uncle Jiu. Although the handwriting was a little sloppy, it was clearly distinguishable. It was obvious that Uncle Jiu and Gary did it very seriously.

At this time, the unique footsteps of Brother Yue were heard in the corridor again. All the agents in the office could imagine Brother Yue walking with his head held high.

Jiayi and Uncle Jiu, who were standing at the door, leaned over to look, and sure enough, they saw Fang Zhenyue walking towards them majestically with the morning light behind him.

In his hand... there was also a document.

"What? Are they all lining up to welcome me? "Fang Zhenyue pulled up a smile on his lips, and when he walked to the door, he stuffed the documents in his hand into Jiayi's hand, and his action was particularly nonchalant.

Jiayi looked down and saw that they were all testimonies of people who were walking and playing on the beach on the day of the incident.

These people recalled the situation at that time from different angles. Although many people's memories were vague, or they were too far away to see clearly, they all answered Brother Yue's questions seriously.

[…It seems that the inflatable house flew halfway, and the father stood up, but I don’t know whether he untied the rope or did anything before that...]

[…When I saw it, the inflatable house had already flown, and the man was chasing it...Who knows if it was a performance...]

[…I don’t believe what the eyewitness said. It was so windy that day that I could hardly open my eyes when the inflatable house flew up. My mouth was full of sand from the beach. When I went home to wash my hair, it was full of sand. How could a person see the entire crime so clearly under such circumstances? Are you kidding me? You are just kidding me…]

[…I was standing behind the eyewitness. I was there when the police came to record his statement. The eyewitness swore that he saw the murderer taking action, but I didn’t see it anyway…Just like the police officer said, the action could have been to reach out and grab the rope. When the police arrived, the child was already dead. The father was kneeling on the beach, his clothes and hair were wet by the waves, and he was holding his child tightly as if he had lost his soul…I was also there. My mother’s man, that expression, anyway, I don’t think he is the murderer. I can’t imagine if it was me who encountered this kind of thing... Oh, I would probably have that expression...】

Jiayi just announced these tasks the day before yesterday, and she just took a day off, but everyone has already investigated to this extent.

The action power is too outstanding!

Each team member arranged the execution method and time, and pushed forward with great force.

In the blink of an eye, the progress was full...

They are all capable people!

"Awesome!" Jiayi raised her head and looked at everyone, with admiration and excitement in her eyes.

"Eleventh sister is also very sharp, and she sees very accurately. She thinks Wang Weiya is innocent, and she has clearly assigned tasks to us. How about it, after checking it out, it is really different. "Uncle Jiu took a big sip of water, leaned against the table and praised Jiayi.

"You guys are still more amazing. If it were me, it wouldn't be possible so quickly. Not to mention that you guys worked overtime all night..." Jiayi looked at the green in the eyes of Sanfu and Liu Jiaming, wow, with such a team and such teammates, what more could I ask for!

"No, no, no, if it weren't for Sister Eleven who saw the direction, we might not be able to push forward another possibility so confidently. Maybe because of a negligence, we would have convicted him based on Wang Weiya's confession? Sister Eleven is really sharp! "Fang Zhenyue took out a thermos from his office and ran to the large office of Group B to pour some hot water to drink. He leaned on the kettle and responded loudly to Yi Jiayi's compliments as the kettle hummed. "

Thanks to you for collecting so much evidence. Otherwise, could I convince the judge and the jury with just my mouth, speculation and suspicion?" Jiayi had a smile on her face.

"Without your brain, no matter how much work is done, it will be meaningless if it is wrong! "Sanfu narrowed his eyes and looked at everyone playfully.

Finally, everyone couldn't bear it anymore and looked at each other. Seeing the smiles on everyone's faces, they all burst into laughter.

Liang Shule had just returned from the Forensic Department, holding in his hand the analysis report on the composition and practicality of the ropes that Brother Da Guangming had urgently prepared yesterday. As soon as he entered the room, he saw his seniors gathered together and laughing happily.

He scratched his head, looking here and there in confusion, not knowing what was going on, with a dazed look on his face.

Jiayi forced herself to stop laughing, took the Forensic Department report from Liang Shule's hand, read it twice, and took a deep breath. She patted Liang Shule on the shoulder and gave the last compliment of Group B's mutual flattery to Liang Shule:

"You got the report first, Ah Le is awesome! "

Everyone in Group B looked at Liang Shule. After laughing enough, they dispersed and went on with their work. Liang Shule was left standing at the door happily after being encouraged, praised and patted on the shoulder, savoring the memories with a curl of his lips.

A few minutes later, Fang Zhenyue took Jiayi out of the police station to meet Wang Weiya. Sanfu and others either communicated with the Commercial Crime Investigation Division on the progress of the work, or called former customers on the rental list of unscrupulous merchants to ask if anyone reminded them that the ropes needed to be tied to death when they rented...

At this time, Gary, who had stayed up late last night to collect statements and was scouting for work today, finally arrived at the office.

Gary rubbed his bloodshot eyes, took the coffee from Liu Jiaming, rubbed his messy short hair, and asked where Brother Yue and Sister Eleven were. He didn't know that he had completely missed the opportunity to be praised.

Everyone in Group B was praised, and Liang Shule's cheeks were still red... Only him, only Gary, was not praised.

Only he was missed~~~

...

More than half an hour later, Yi Jiayi and Fang Zhenyue came to the dilapidated housing estate where Wang Weiya was born and raised.

The neighbors looked at the beautiful girl and handsome boy with curiosity, guessing whether they were police or reporters.

Fang Zhenyue was the first to squeeze into the dark doorway and corridor, releasing his pressure. With a dark face, he drove all the reporters crowded inside and outside the Wang family out of the doorway one by one, and then called Jiayi to come in to communicate with Wang Weiya.

Kunzai has not appeared every night since the incident. He has no baby call and no mobile phone. He often disappears without a trace for several months without going home.

Wang's mother sat in a wheelchair, looking at people coming and going with a blank face, and she had no opinion on all this. Her old face, which was far beyond her age, was full of cowardice and confusion, and even sadness was rare.

Wang Weiya locked himself in a small room full of clutter. Yesterday, he had already wasted his remaining strength, telling those reporters about his "beastly behavior". The newspapers had already published everything he said, exaggerating it...

That was enough, right?

He could go die, right?

So, he felt that he didn't need to accumulate strength to deal with those media people today. He fell down in the clutter like a snail retracted into its shell. He let his mother open the door to invite him to meet the guests, let those reporters block the door and ask him questions, and even pushed and pulled him rudely to attract his attention. He was like dead meat and didn't respond at all.

Jiayi squatted at the door of the small room, resisting the urge to sneeze, and looked at the dishevelled young man in the sour smell and dirt.

Come to think of it, 19 years old is still considered old in later generations.

Wang Weiya, however, looked like a dying corpse...

When the room suddenly became quiet and Jiayi sat next to Wang Weiya, he only rolled his eyes, glanced at her and then looked away.

Jiayi didn't care about his cold reaction, but took out the documents in her bag one by one and put them on the ground in front of her with a loud clatter.

Every time she took a picture of a document, she would loudly announce the content of the document:

"This is the confession of the neighbors."

"This is the confession of the employees of the inflatable house business."

"This is the analysis report of the inflatable house's tying rope."

"This is..."

One, two, three... until the documents on the ground in front of Jiayi piled up into a small mountain, showing the importance the police attached to this matter, and the efforts and hard work they made to clear Wang Weiye's name...

Wang Weiye finally moved his eyes again.

His eyes stayed on those documents for a long time without moving.

After a long time, he probably finally understood what these documents were and what these contents meant. His gray eyes suddenly raised and fell on Yi Jiayi's face.

The windows of this housing estate have not been cleaned for too long, and the dirt has long been frozen on the glass and can no longer be wiped off.

But there is still a layer of hazy light coming in and falling on the face of the young police officer.

The furry light was like a glowing veil, covering the face of this female detective. Wang Weiya curled up and looked up at her. For a moment, she thought she saw a goddess.