Chapter 204
Lin Shuyue did not alert the enemy. She sent Lin Shuxing to Xiasha Village. Luo Zhengjun was busy, so she helped collect money. Lin Shuyue did not stay long, but went to the Public Security Bureau to find Wu Dongyan.
Wu Dongyan invited her to drink sweet soup at the sweet soup shop opposite the Public Security Bureau.
When Lin Shuyue arrived, Wu Dongyan had not come yet. She ordered a cup of caramel pudding, a plate of cold chicken feet and a plate of water chestnut cake.
Wu Dongyan arrived after the cold chicken feet were served. She came in, greeted the proprietress, and ordered a bowl of beef offal soup rice noodles and a cup of mango sago.
Sitting next to Lin Shuyue, she let out a long sigh.
"It's getting really busy as the year draws to a close." When it comes to preparing for the New Year, the police are the busiest, and they are mainly busy catching thieves.
There are so many pickpockets nowadays. They gather in crowded places and you can easily see one at a glance.
Hang Jiabai said that once the twelfth lunar month comes, there will be more thieves and more burglaries. Sometimes the police station’s detention rooms are insufficient.
Wu Dongyan had just returned from the bus station and hadn't had lunch yet. If she hadn't been extremely hungry, she wouldn't have asked Lin Shuyue to come here.
The water chestnut cake came up at this time, and Wu Dongyan couldn't wait to pick up a piece and eat it. After her stomach was full and she was not so hungry anymore, she asked Lin Shuyue.
"What do you want from me?"
Lin Shuyue also picked up a piece of water chestnut cake and ate it: "The nursing case you told me about last time, is there any result?"
"No." Wu Dongyan took a sip of the tea on the table. "We have conducted a series of surveys on the people that Fan Damei has served. She has been in the industry for 20 years and has taken care of countless elderly people. Many of them died during her care."
"But there are only these two people who have problems, so even though there are many doubts, and this case happened many years ago, a lot of evidence is gone now. So we have no choice but to suspend the case."
Because the investigation into the case had to be reopened, Wu Dongyan and her team went to see Fan Damei several times. Fan Damei complained directly to the Public Security Bureau, and Wu Dongyan's entire team was criticized.
Therefore, even if Wu Dongyan still felt there were doubts in this case, there was no way for her to continue investigating.
She sighed and felt that the cold chicken feet in her mouth no longer tasted good.
"There is no other way. Just follow orders."
Lin Shuyue said: "I sent my grandmother to the Hot Spring Villa Sanatorium today, and I saw the Fan Damei you mentioned."
Wu Dongyan raised her head and looked at Lin Shuyue with sparkling eyes: "Do you also think there is something wrong with her?"
Lin Shuyue couldn't say yes, nor could she say no. She said no, because she knew clearly that Fan Damei was a criminal.
It is said that Fan Damei behaved too normally, no different from other caregivers, the only difference being that she was well-known for her good work in taking care of the elderly and the sick.
If Lin Shuyue did not have a system to distinguish between good and evil, she would not be able to see the true face of such a person.
Lin Shuyue said: "Why don't you check the connection between those two old men who died strangely, or those old men who died without any abnormalities."
You have to know that Xing Yueya has 30% sin value on her. In cases like Fan Damei and Xing Yueya, it is possible that this was a revenge murder that had been planned for many years. ◆
Wu Dongyan sighed: "I checked. The two deceased, Zhu Xianjun and Liu Xiaojuan, one was from Xijiang District and the other moved from Yangcheng after the reform. There was no intersection between the two."
Lin Shuyue nodded. From this point of view, there is indeed no intersection: "Then why don't you check their previous generation?"
Lin Shuyue asked Du Xueli. Fan Damei is 40 years old this year. She has been working as a nanny since she was in her twenties. When she got older, she became a professional caregiver.
Xing Yueya is sixty years old this year. Judging from their ages, if they had any grudges, it was probably in the fifties or sixties.
If we were to become enemies, it would probably be at that time.
Wu Dongyan was stunned: "I haven't thought about this direction yet."
When their team divided up the case before, some people speculated that it was a revenge killing, but there was a 20-year age gap between Fan Damei and the deceased Zhu Xianjun and Liu Xiaojuan, so the possibility of a revenge killing was too small.
But no matter how small it is, it is still a clue. They still checked the social relationship between Zhu Xianjun and Liu Xiaojuan. After confirming that the two had no intersection, they did not dig deeper into this line.
Wu Dongyan and his colleagues inferred from the previous case that Fan Damei was after the two elderly people's property. After all, after they died, all the money in their cards disappeared.
Wu Dongyan fell into deep thought. The waiter brought her the beef offal soup rice noodle dish. She thought about it for a moment and said, "I'll check this matter when I get back."
If the case series from ten years ago was considered a long time ago, then going back further would be even further back.
Far away means it is difficult to check. But there is no perfect crime at this time. Lin Shuyue feels that Wu Dongyan's investigation may bring subversive evidence to this case.
Lin Shuyue did not ask Wu Dongyan to investigate Fan Damei's ancestors. As a criminal police officer, Lin Shuyue believed in her sharpness.
Wu Dongyan ate a whole bowl of noodle soup, and there was nothing left of the desserts and snacks she ordered. When she left, Wu Dongyan paid the bill, and the two parted ways at the door of the dessert shop.
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Lin Shuyue drove back home. Lou Fengqin and the others were not at home. There was no one at home. The sunny weather in the morning turned gloomy in the afternoon. When Lin Shuyue took a shower and changed into home clothes, a drizzle had already begun to fall from the sky.
Lou Fengqin and Bai Wenhua came back from outside one after another, carrying the vegetables they had just bought.
"The weather changed so quickly. It was sunny in the morning and it rained in the afternoon." Lou Fengqin complained to the two.
"It's quite cold after the rain." Lin Shuyue put on a thick coat.
"It's winter now, and the New Year is coming soon." Lou Fengqin said as she went to the kitchen. Bai Wenhua went to help her. This was a common occurrence at home, and Lin Shuyue was used to it, so she didn't go in and be a light bulb for the two of them.
She curled up on the sofa, covered with a white blanket, and read a book intently.
It's still raining outside, a rare moment of peace and quiet.
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At the Public Security Bureau, Wu Dongyan drove to the home of the deceased Zhu Xianjun. His family came from Guangzhou in 1980. Twenty years was enough for the neighbors to know her background.
Zhu Xianjun's son opened a bun shop on the street, but it was closed today.
Wu Dongyan went to the convenience store opposite the steamed bun shop and bought a bottle of water: "Boss, why is the steamed bun shop opposite closed?"
"Buy his buns? You're late. Their buns are usually sold out by 2pm."
"We'll close after we sell out?"
"yes
, he closed it after selling out. That store belonged to his family, and so did the whole building. His family had no worries about food and drink, and opening a bun shop was just a hobby, so he was a little willful. ”
Wu Dongyan's eyes fell on the building where Zhu's steamed bun shop was located. It had five floors in total and covered an area of about four to five hundred square meters. There was a piece of red paper pasted outside the steamed bun shop, which said that there were rooms for rent.
According to the information Wu Dongyan has, the Zhu family owns two buildings like this, one owned by Zhu Xianjun's eldest son and the other owned by Zhu Xianjun's second son.
This building was built after Zhu Xianjun's death. Before his death, Zhu Xianjun lived in a two-story building he built himself. Zhu Xianjun's two sons did not live with him.
"If I had such a big building, I would just lie down and eat all day instead of working so hard to open a bun shop." Wu Dongyan was not sighing, she really felt rich.
If a room in a building costs a few dozen yuan, the rent would be several thousand or even tens of thousands a month.
With so much money, what can't you do?
The convenience store owner thought the same thing: "Who wouldn't? He was reborn into a wealthy family. You don't know, but it is said that the Zhu family has heirlooms. The two buildings of the Zhu brothers were built by selling the heirlooms."
This incident has become a legend in the local area, and the convenience store owner was full of envy when he talked about it.
Wu Dongyan had absolutely no idea that the Zhu family had a family heirloom. Neither the files nor the fact that they had visited the Zhu family many times during this period, nor had they visited the neighbors of the old house where Zhu Xianjun previously lived, revealed this issue to the police.
"Does anyone still have heirlooms in this day and age?"
"How could there not be one? I heard that this old Zhu worked in a cloth shop in Yangcheng before liberation, and he was said to be a confidant of the big boss."
"After liberation, the owner of the cloth shop was investigated, and all the people working there were dismissed."
"People say that their heirloom is from that cloth shop back then."
Wu Dongyan nodded, took the things she bought and left. She wrote the information in a notebook and then drove to Zhu Xiaojuan's home in another direction.
Liu Xiaojuan's home is near a newly built industrial zone. She is dead, but her husband is still alive. Compared with the Zhu family's house, her house is more luxurious.
The overall European-style architecture seems like a small Western-style building in Shanghai in the early 20th century. There are flowers planted in front of and behind the house, which are blooming beautifully.
Wu Dongyan followed the same method and found a convenience store closest to Liu Xiaojuan's home, pretending that she was looking for a job.
"Sister, from all the places I've seen today, that little white building over there is the most beautiful. Whose is it?"
"That building belongs to the Huang family." said the convenience store owner.
"It's so beautiful! This is the first time I see such a beautiful building." Wu Dongyan looked envious.
"That's right. Speaking of which, the old lady from the Huang family was also unlucky. When she was around, their family was just like that, not rich, not poor either."
"Not long after she left, the Huang family built this villa. There is a repair shop to the east of here. That repair shop is run by the Huang family's son."
Wu Dongyan nodded. She understood this clearly.
To be honest, whether it is the Huang family or the Zhu family, it is very normal to have buildings and villas. Because Pengcheng is developing rapidly, what used to be a shantytown may become a commercial street in two or three years.
There are too many cases like this, not to mention that both the Zhu family and the Huang family had been demolished before.
"That's indeed not good." Wu Dongyan nodded in agreement.
"It's not bad. Aunt Huang's father died when she was young. It is said that he died while working in Yangcheng while trying to protect his employer."
"Her mother raised her alone. My mother-in-law said that she brought a lot of valuable things with her when she got married."
"It's just that Third Uncle is useless. I heard that all the things he brought with him were gambled away. There's nothing left."
The convenience store owner went out to do something busy. Wu Dongyan came out of the convenience store, looked at the particularly imposing villa, then walked back one street and came to where she parked her car.
Sitting in the car, Wu Dongyan tapped the steering wheel with her fingers.
It's very interesting. Since Zhu Xianjun's son and Liu Xiaojuan's family are so rich now, why are they still obsessed with the wages in their salary cards?
As far as she knew, Zhu Xianjun and Liu Xiaojuan were just ordinary factory workers, and their retirement pay was only a few hundred yuan a month.
If we calculate more carefully, at that time, whether it was Zhu Xianjun's family or Liu Xiaojuan's family, their villages had already been included in the demolition range.
With so much demolition compensation, why do you still care about those few hundred dollars?
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