Chapter 39 Wang Qinghai shows off.
Shen Qingye looked at the righteous, honest and harmless man. Her pupils suddenly shrank, her breathing became choked, the hairs on her back stood up, and every pore was screaming "Danger, danger!"
"Girl?" The man scratched his head, with obvious worry on his face: "Are you okay?"
Shen Qingye pinched the flesh secretly with his hands that were resting on his knees, took a barely noticeable deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.
"It's okay." She rubbed her knee, her smile showing some helplessness and bitterness: "I bumped into it a few days ago, and it just happened to touch my wound. I'll be fine after a while."
She stood up and said, "I'm fine. Take a look at the child. Is he hurt anywhere?"
The man responded with two naive words, raised his hand to pick up the child, turned him around, and only put him down after hearing that he was fine.
"Goudan, apologize to your sister." He patted the back of the child's head.
The child shrank his neck and said timidly: "Sister, I'm sorry..."
Shen Qingye smiled, raised his hand and patted the back of his head: "It's okay, but you have to be more careful next time."
Goudan looked up at her, then quickly lowered his head and responded with a hesitant "OK".
Shen Qingye frowned slightly, thinking that the child was a little strange, as if he was not as lively as he should be at this age. But before she could figure it out, she heard a shout from the side: "What are you doing again, you damn boy? I told you to do your homework, why are you looking for your Uncle Huang again?"
She looked back and saw an old man in his sixties walking towards her angrily. He raised his hand and grabbed his ear: "Did you cause trouble for me again?"
The old man was used to doing farm work, so his hands were very strong and he was even more ruthless at this time. Goudan's ear was pulled up, and he felt unbearable pain. He cried out, "No, no, Grandpa, I just finished my homework, so I wanted to come out and see. I have finished my homework..."
The old man got even angrier when he heard this. His eyes were cold and sharp, and his old and thin face looked extremely scary. "After you finish your homework, there is still some left. You don't know how to take the initiative to do it if I don't ask you to do it, right? You are so stupid. If you don't work harder, how can you compare with others?"
Goudan cried and said, "I didn't..."
The old man slapped the child on the back and said, "How dare you talk back to me? You've grown wings, haven't you? Hold your tears!"
"Woo..." The child sobbed and hiccuped, but he didn't dare to say another word.
Shen Qingye's eyebrows jumped as he watched from the side. The man next to him also stepped forward and said, "Uncle Qinghai..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man glared at him, his eagle eyes were extremely sharp, and he said bluntly: "Wen Qiang, you should stay out of this brat's company in the future. He is so stupid that he needs to be supervised by others. Once he starts playing, his heart will go wild.
"He used to listen to me a lot, didn't he?"
The man's smile froze and he could only nod awkwardly: "Yes, yes..."
The old man snorted and pulled Goudan's ear towards home, with big strides, not caring at all that the other party was still a child. Goudan had no choice but to jog to catch up with him, not daring to cry.
Shen Qingye looked at the backs of the old man and the child and felt a little suffocated. Even though he just knew that the person next to him was the murderer who committed three consecutive murders, he didn't feel so uncomfortable.
The man turned around and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Uncle Qinghai is quite strict with his grandson..."
Shen Qingye reluctantly shook his head, wanting to say it was okay, but he couldn't say it.
She just said, "I'll go over there and take a look."
The man looked at her back, his hands hanging on his waist, with an unchanged smile on his face.
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Yue Lingchuan noticed the man from the beginning. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a square face and a simple smile. All these factors combined made him think more.
He looked at the village party secretary who was leading the way and asked casually, "Who is that person?"
The village party secretary looked back and said, "Oh, that's Huang Wenqiang, Wang Qinghai's neighbor."
Yue Lingchuan asked: "Huang? Is he from your village too?"
The village party secretary shook his head: "No, he just moved here recently."
"Recently?" Yue Lingchuan paused: "About when?"
Chengzhang thought for a moment and said, "About a month..."
One month?
Yue Lingchuan was slightly stunned. Shen Qingye happened to follow him at this time. They looked at each other. Yue Lingchuan touched her arm and signaled her to be patient.
"Are you okay? Does it still hurt?" He deliberately raised his voice.
Shen Qingye was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was trying to smooth things over for the pain in his leg he had just mentioned. He quickly shook his head and said, "It's nothing. It will be fine after the shock just now."
She asked again: "What is the specific situation of the case?"
The two men walked side by side towards the victim's house, looking natural, as if they had no doubts at all.
Yue Lingchuan was just suspicious and felt that the timing didn't match. Although Shen Qingye already knew that he was the murderer, he had no evidence, and they came out in a hurry and did not bring guns. If they act rashly and anger the murderer, they will be in a bad situation as there are villagers all around them.
We still need to consider it in the long term.
Shen Qingye forced himself to put the case behind him and told himself not to pay too much attention to him so as not to alert the enemy.
No matter what, let's handle the case at hand first.
The village party secretary led them to the victim's home. The old man was still crying and tugged at the police officer's clothes, saying over and over again: "You have to give me an explanation. My Zhiyong was so young, but he was killed. You have to give me an explanation!"
Beside the old man there was an old lady of similar age, and a young couple. They all had red eyes and looked haggard. They seemed to be the old man's wife, son and daughter-in-law.
The village party secretary took two steps forward, first comforted Wang Qinghua, and then said to Yue Lingchuan and the others: "They are the child's family. This is the child's grandfather, Wang Qinghua, and over there are the child's grandmother and parents."
He turned around and patted Wang Qinghua on the back, sighed and said, "These guys are all criminal police officers from the Municipal Bureau, and they have rich experience in handling cases. With them here, they will definitely be able to give Zhiyong an explanation."
Wang Qinghua immediately turned around, held his hand, and cried, "Police comrade, police comrade..."
Yue Lingchuan felt uncomfortable, so he held his hand and assured him, "Don't worry, we will definitely try our best to find out the truth."
Shen Qingye also said: "Calm down first. We need to understand the course of the case first before we can find out the real culprit who killed the child, right?"
Wang Qinghua's son also stepped forward, hugged his father, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dad..."
Wang Qinghua raised his hand and wiped away his tears, saying regretfully: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"
He slapped his thigh and said angrily, "Two days ago on the weekend, Zhiyong kindergarten was out of school, and his parents sent the child over, saying that he should accompany us. His grandmother and I were very happy, so we bought him food and drinks, and spent the day like that. When the next afternoon came, the child was sleeping at home, so his grandmother and I wanted to take this opportunity to pull weeds in the fields to fight the drought. We thought that in the village, everyone is a fellow villager, and if the child wakes up and screams, we will be able to hear him, and there will be no human traffickers. But who would have thought that when we returned, we would find that the child was gone!"
The old lady buried herself in her son's arms and cried bitterly, blaming herself: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I had stayed at home and not gone to the fields..."
Yue Lingchuan frowned: "When did you go back?"
Wang Qinghua said: "It's probably not even six o'clock yet. The sun won't even set at that time. We're afraid he might wake up, so we should hurry back as soon as possible."
Luo Kaiyang asked: "What happened after the incident? Did you call the police?"
Wang Qinghua nodded: "I have reported it..."
The police officer nearby also said: "Yes, we did report it. When we got the news, we rushed over immediately. After a careful investigation, we found that there was no sign of outsiders entering Uncle Wang's house, and there was no sign of fighting outside the door. We also visited other people in the village and learned that most people were fighting drought in the fields that afternoon. Not many people stayed in the village. Only Zhang Shumei, who was behind, was watering the vegetable field in her backyard.
"She said that around five o'clock, she seemed to hear a child crying for grandpa and grandma in front of her. From the sound of the voice, it seemed to be Wang Zhiyong's. She didn't take it seriously at first. After all, every child has cried before. After a while, the child stopped crying, so she thought it was Grandpa Wang who came back, and she didn't care any more."
Yue Lingchuan asked: "Did the child stop crying suddenly?"
The police officer nodded: "According to her, yes."
"She didn't hear anything else?"
"No, she was in the vegetable field at the time, the water was gurgling, and the two houses were not very close. If the child hadn't been crying so loudly, she wouldn't have heard it."
Yue Lingchuan pondered for a while and asked: "After the incident, have you searched nearby?"
"We looked for it, but why didn't we find it?" The police officer said helplessly: "We searched every household and searched several miles around the village, but there was still no clue."
The village party secretary nearby added: "Yes, when we knew something had happened, everyone put down their work and helped to look for the child. We searched until dark, but we didn't see anyone."
"We also suspected that the child might have missed his parents and went to look for them, but we searched the main road leading to the city and found no clues."
"That's why we suspect that the child might have been abducted by human traffickers. After all, there were not many people in the village at the time, so if someone took the child away quietly, no one would have noticed."
Upon hearing this, Yue Lingchuan heaved a sigh of relief, then looked at Wang Qinghua and said, "Can we be sure now that the deceased is Wang Zhiyong?"
Wang Qinghua said excitedly, "Yes, I am sure! How could I not recognize my own grandson? And the clothes he is wearing were just bought for him by his grandmother and I. I remember them clearly!"
"He is usually very well behaved and rarely runs around, let alone running into the toilet behind someone's house. Someone must have harmed his police comrade!"
"Don't worry." Yue Lingchuan looked around and asked the village party secretary: "Where is the body now?"
The village party secretary hurriedly said, "They are still at Wang Shihe's house! The doctors who just came are also here."
Doctor...it should be Captain Qin and his team.
Yue Lingchuan looked at Wang Qinghua and said, "I'll go over there and take a look at the situation."
Wang Qinghua hurriedly said: "I'll go too!"
Yue Lingchuan paused but did not object.
The group walked for a few minutes and arrived at a bungalow. They did not go in, but went around to the back of the house.
Dry toilets in rural areas are basically built behind the houses, and Wang Zhiyong’s body was also found here.
When they arrived, they saw a piece of white cloth spread on the ground next to the toilet. Captain Qin and several forensic doctors were examining the body. Next to them were a middle-aged couple with simple clothes and nervous expressions. They should be the owners of the house, Wang Shihe and his wife.
"Captain Qin." Yue Lingchuan stepped forward and greeted him. He lowered his eyes to look at the small corpse that had been cleaned up, and asked, "Did you find anything?"
Qin Yilang looked up, his eyes twinkling, and said, "I was just looking for you."
He looked at the group of people behind him and said coldly, "At present, we can confirm that the child was not suffocated to death, but strangled to death."
Shen Qingye was shocked and hurriedly moved closer to take a look. He saw that the child's eyes were wide open and there were two obvious bruises on his slender neck. Judging from the size of the marks, they should have been done by an adult.
Yue Lingchuan's face darkened slightly, and he turned to look at Wang Shihe and his wife and asked, "When did you find the body?"
"It was this morning... We have been smelling a nasty stench from behind these past few days, so we wanted to clean out the manure tank today, but we saw a child's hand in it..." Wang Shihe said, and he couldn't help shuddering again. Thinking of that scene now, he still couldn't help but feel scared.
Yue Lingchuan asked again: "What did you do on Saturday afternoon?"
Wang Shihe's wife Zheng Ying hurriedly said, "We were all working in the fields, and everyone else in the village saw it!"
"You didn't come back in the middle?"
Zheng Ying shook her head decisively: "I've never been back!"
Yue Lingchuan tapped his arm lightly with his fingers, lowered his brows, and remained silent.
Shen Qingye also had an unpleasant expression on her face. She didn't hear any sound here, which meant that the possibility of this being the crime scene was very low.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Wang Qinghua couldn't help but tear up when he saw the little corpse again. When he heard what the forensic doctor had just said, he became even more angry: "Officer..."
Yue Lingchuan looked at him and said in a deep voice: "You should also be aware of the current situation. The child was strangled to death and then thrown into the toilet."
"In this case, either the murderer doesn't like children, or he has a grudge against you, so he killed you."
He stared at him with a serious look: "Think carefully, have you ever offended anyone in the past?"
Wang Qinghua looked bewildered and shook his head: "I don't know who would hate me so much that he wouldn't even spare my little grandson..."
The child's grandmother was also trembling, and said, "It's impossible to say that I have never had a grudge against anyone in all these years in this village. But even if I don't like someone, I can just have a quarrel with each other, and at most say a few words behind their backs, and don't interact with each other in normal times. Who would be so heartless as to do such a thing..." She began to sob.
Yue Lingchuan asked again: "What about recently? Have you had any conflicts with anyone?"
Wang Qinghua thought about it, but his mind was still in a mess. He could only shake his head helplessly: "I don't know, I really don't know..."
Shen Qingye frowned slightly, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Zheng Ying's lips moving, as if he wanted to say something, but was hesitant.
Her heart paused, she raised her hand and tugged at Yue Lingchuan's sleeve, and when she saw him lowering his eyes, she gestured over there.
Yue Lingchuan glanced at them and understood what was going on. He then said to Wang Qinghua, "I already know the general situation. Let's go to other people's houses to investigate. As for you, go back first, calm down, and think carefully about whether there are any clues. If you think of any, notify us as soon as possible."
Wang Qinghua responded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I'll go back and think about it! Officer, officer, please help us find the real culprit! We can only rely on you!"
Watching the old couple's figures slowly disappear, Yue Lingchuan pursed his lips slightly with mixed feelings.
He turned around, his eyes fell on Zheng Ying beside him, and said, "What do you want to say?"
Zheng Ying paused: "I, I, what do I want to say?"
Shen Qingye said in a gentle voice: "Just now you were reluctant to speak out because of Wang Qinghua and the others. Now that they are gone, can you speak?"
Zheng Ying scratched his head. Wang Shihe, who was standing beside him, also looked at his wife in surprise. He pushed her and said, "What do you know? Why don't you tell the police?"
Zheng Ying hesitated for a while before hesitatingly saying, "Oh, I don't know if I'm overthinking it!"
Shen Qingye said: "It doesn't matter, you tell us, we will judge whether it is true or false."
Zheng Ying hesitated and said, "Didn't you just ask if Uncle Qinghua had offended anyone recently? Then his grandson's return...isn't that the most offensive thing?"
Luo Kaiyang was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"That's right... Hey!" Zheng Ying slapped his thigh and said directly: "Wang Zhiyong has been smart since he was a child. Now he is less than five years old, but he is said to be able to recite more than a hundred poems! And Wang Qinghua is a show-off. He always likes to show off how smart and sensible his grandson is. Every time his child comes back, he has to walk around the village and chatter non-stop! It's okay for once or twice, but after so many times, the villagers can't stand it. On the surface, they say they envy him for having a good grandson, but in fact, who doesn't say a few unpleasant words in secret?
"Just like this time when Zhiyong came back, you didn't see it, but before dark on Friday, he had to talk to everyone he saw; after dinner in the evening, he brought his children to visit every household, saying that his grandson had learned a few new poems or something. Everyone was very annoyed, but they just dealt with him because they were from the same village! But Wang Qinghua didn't know anything at all, and he really thought that everyone had a very good relationship with him, so he went out of his way to annoy people!
"If you think about us, it's fine now that the child is grown up. Just be patient and pretend you didn't hear it. But there are some children in the village who are about the same age as Wang Zhiyong. Every time Wang Qinghua brings Wang Zhiyong here, he brags about his own grandson and also openly and secretly criticizes other children for being stupid and foolish, saying that they can't compare to his grandson at all. Who can be happy to hear this?"
"Let's not talk about the distant ones, let's talk about the nearby ones. Wang Qinghai's family is his neighbor and they are from the same clan. They see each other every day. How can they not be compared when the two children are together?"
Shen Qingye was stunned when he heard this: "Wang Qinghai?"
She suddenly remembered the way the man addressed the old man just now, it seemed to be...Uncle Qinghai?
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