Chapter 100 Chapter 100 "Are you the murderer?"...
"call out--"
"Bang!"
A black dart flew straight into the quiet air of the office, hitting the red heart of the dartboard on the wall.
The door was pushed open at this moment, and Yu Jing walked in with his two generals Heng and Ha.
Niu Dazhi couldn't help but applaud, "Team Ji is amazing!"
Ji Yinhe, leaning back in the chair opposite him, curled his lips, casually stuffed the second dart into his pocket, raised his chin and asked, "How was your day?"
Yu Jing sat down at the table and shook his head. "Wisteria Lane has a large and diverse population. The couple were busy with work, so they didn't have any enemies. According to the neighbors, Feng Xiaojing was taken care of by Feng Qisheng's mother from the countryside for the first few years after she was born. She and He Ling had a lot of friction and often argued... But Feng's mother passed away last year due to illness. Since then, they hired a live-in nanny. This time, He Ling was taking care of the child during winter vacation. The nanny went back to her hometown to visit her family two weeks ago. We called to inquire about her, and the nanny has a very solid alibi."
"good."
Ji Yinhe did not hide anything and told Yao Yulan about what happened when he met her in Dengzhou Town today.
Sang Xiangyang glared and said, "This little girl really isn't afraid at all! She has an extraordinary mental strength! She really looks like a murderer!"
Yu Jing sighed, "If only we could capture him and interrogate him properly..."
"Yes." Captain Xiao Ji slowly rubbed his temples.
I ran into Yao Yulan today, but I couldn't trick her into giving me anything. I brought her back to the police station, which was quite frustrating.
However, this was also within her expectations.
The chance encounter on the bus combined with the current profile shows that Yao Yulan lost her parents at the age of sixteen, and returned to her hometown with her younger sister alone to earn money for her sister's education. Even though she had a leg injury, she did not give up boxing.
The harsh living environment has given her extraordinary willpower.
Therefore, even if Ji Yinhe wants to arrest someone, he must find conclusive evidence to convince the other party and make them willing to plead guilty.
...So, what makes her so confident when the police don't have any hard evidence?
Is it the scene on Wisteria Lane where there is no trace of any living creature?
Ji Yinhe played with the dart and pondered. Since he couldn't find any strong physical evidence, he could only start from the motive.
Yao Yulan's last words before she left today still echoed in her ears:
——"Some people are like animals. They have no moral bottom line at all. They are not worthy of being husbands or fathers!"
Comrade Xiao Ji murmured these words, his lips dry from the burning heat in his heart, and his frown could kill a mosquito.
What did Yao Youlu do to Lin Fang and the sisters Yulan Xiulan?
Could this be the truth behind Yao Youlu’s death?
Could it be the same motive for the murder that took place sixteen years later?
"...Ji Yinhe?"
A voice as clear as spring water interrupted her thoughts, and Lu Zheng handed her an enamel cup filled with steaming red date and white fungus soup.
"Thank you." Ji Yinhe took it and took a sip. "Are you done with the physical evidence?"
"Old Ge is finishing up." Lu Zheng dragged a folding chair over and sat down next to her. "Are you still thinking about what Yao Yulan said?"
Ji Yinhe held the cup and said "hmm" softly.
As the night deepened, Yu Jing and the two generals Heng Ha waved to Captain Xiao Ji and Teacher Lu, put on their winter clothes and went home after get off work.
After everyone in the office had left, Ji Yinhe whispered his guess to Lu Zheng:
"According to Yao Yulan, Yao Youlu is a beast who has no regard for human ethics and is not kind to his wife and two daughters. Yu Jing also heard from Chaojiang Village last time that Lin Fang has been subjected to domestic violence by Yao Youlu for many years. Could he have also committed violence against Yao Yulan and Yao Xiulan?"
Lu Zheng nodded, "That's possible."
"But we didn't see any signs of domestic violence on He Ling and Feng Xiaojing." Ji Yinhe swallowed, "I mean, if... if Yao Youlu had violated Yao Yulan and Yao Xiulan, leaving them with an indelible mark, then sixteen years later, when they found out that Feng Qisheng had done the same thing to Feng Xiaojing—sexually assaulting his own daughter like a beast, maybe it would trigger their painful memories and transfer their hatred for Yao Youlu to Feng Qisheng—"
"Logically speaking, the motive for murder is established. It also fits your profile and the various inconsistencies in the physical evidence." Lu Zheng rested his fingers on his knees, tapping them sporadically. "But there's still one point we haven't been able to crack. He Ling stole Yao Xiulan's life, and Feng Qisheng violated her daughter. Their murders are both justifiable. But what about Feng Xiaojing? What kind of evil could a five-year-old girl have caused?"
Ji Yinhe sighed softly, "This is also the key that I have never been able to figure out."
Lu Zheng thought for two seconds and suddenly stood up.
"Anyway, if this speculation is true, then Feng Xiaojing would definitely have traces on her body." He looked down at his watch. "Out of respect for the little girl, Lao Ge and I didn't check her private parts. Yinhe, the Municipal Bureau should still be working right now—"
"I'll call someone!" Captain Ji snapped his fingers, immediately took out his cell phone, dialed the number, and shouted into the receiver, "Ye Qing, is there anything going on tonight? The Tiandu Branch needs your help!"
…
Two hours later.
Ye Qing walked out of the autopsy room, took off the mask on her face, and nodded slightly to Ji Yinhe and Lu Zheng who were anxiously waiting outside.
“!!!”
Ji Yinhe stared at the small corpse behind the door curtain, punched the wall with his clenched fists, and felt extremely angry for the sins Feng Xiaojing had suffered.
But the little girl also used her own scars to prove to Ji Yinhe that her guess was correct!
So are Yao Yulan and Yao Xiulan really the real culprits of the family massacre?
The lights in the corridor were dim. She stood in the cold night, goose bumps all over her back.
Lu Zheng took off his gloves and used his warm palms to warm her cold fingers.
"Are you worried that we might alert the enemy?"
"No." Ji Yinhe shook his head slightly. "Yao Yulan is very conceited. She's sure there were no traces left at the scene, so she won't run away. Besides, she has a leg injury. I took a photo of her today... If the evidence is conclusive, she won't be able to escape."
"Take a photo?" Lu Zheng was a little confused. "When?"
Ji Yinhe tightly held the five-fold phone in the pocket of his winter coat and said, "It's a secret. I won't tell you."
"Okay." Lu Zheng smiled and didn't ask any further questions.
Ye Qing had just finished writing the autopsy report and came over to comfort her in a low voice, "Don't be sad. We've found groundbreaking evidence. Feng Xiaojing will definitely be very happy."
"Yeah!" Ji Yinhe took a deep breath and saw Cheng Mo standing in the cold wind in the courtyard downstairs waiting for his wife. "Thank you, go home early. You've worked hard tonight."
Ye Qing nodded and walked down the stairs.
The city police car drove out of the yard, but Yu Jing's broken jeep drove in from the other direction.
Ji Yinhe, who was standing by the window watching, rubbed his eyes and said, "Am I seeing right? Didn't Old Yu get off work three hours ago?"
Lu Zheng also found it strange, "Why can't you call and tell me what's going on?"
Their doubts were answered two minutes later.
Yu Jing ran up breathlessly, shouting, "Captain Ji, the police from Chaojiang Village Police Station just called me—a man named Mu Hui turned himself in, and they've detained him!"
Ji Yinhe and Lu Zheng exclaimed in surprise: "What?!"
*
"Are you the murderer?"
3:30 in the morning, interrogation room of Tiandu Branch.
Ji Yinhe, Lu Zheng and Yu Jing sat side by side behind the table, observing the suspect who had just been escorted over by Dengzhou criminal police with great vigilance.
Mu Hui looks to be in his early thirties, tall with regular features. His dark complexion and calluses on his hands confirm that he makes a living by manual labor.
The file form in front of him listed his place of residence and occupation - a mountain keeper in the lonely forest of Chaojiang Village.
"I did." Mu Hui looked at the three policemen who clearly didn't believe him and said calmly, "I killed Feng Qisheng, his wife and child."
"..." Ji Yinhe intuitively felt that the other party was taking the blame for Yao Yulan.
Yu Jing tapped the table with a pen. "Then tell me, why did you kill someone? How did you do it?"
"No reason," Mu Hui said calmly. "I was passing by Wisteria Lane that night and thought this family was an eyesore. They were rich but ostentatious and noisy, so I took a knife and killed them all."
Ji Yinhe narrowed his eyes, "Does He Ling know you? Why did she open the door for you?"
"I don't know him. I lied to her and said I was an acquaintance of her husband..." Mu Hui lied calmly, "I observed before entering the house. Feng Qisheng was on the second floor and couldn't hear anything downstairs. Who made He Ling so bold as to open the door without checking?"
In the frozen air, Ji Yinhe, Yu Jing and Lu Zheng exchanged glances.
Mu Hui and the Yao sisters are from the same hometown and know so many details, especially that Feng Qisheng was in his daughter's room at the time of the crime - this key point was only confirmed tonight through Feng Xiaojing's autopsy.
This clearly shows that he must be connected to the real murderer! Either the murderer has offered him financial benefits that he cannot refuse, or he has a deep affection for the murderer and is willing to sacrifice his life for him!
Lu Zheng changed his sitting position and suddenly asked, "Did you also do the work of burying the corpses in Ziteng Lane?"
There was a moment of panic in Mu Hui's eyes, but he answered without blinking, "It's me."
Ji Yinhe raised his eyebrows. "You just turned thirty this year. This murder happened sixteen years ago. At the age of fourteen, could you have killed a forty-five-year-old adult male?"
"..." Mu Hui took a deep breath, "Anyway, it was me who did it. How about I take you to a place, and you'll understand when you get there."
Lu Zheng said in a deep voice: "Where are you going?"
Mu Hui just smiled, "Aren't you police officers? What's there to be afraid of? Come with me, the evidence is all there."
Although they knew it was a provocation, the three of them wanted to see what tricks the "suspect" was playing.
If we can find out the real culprit, it won't be a wasted trip.
Ji Yinhe stood up and said, "Okay, we'll go with you. Let's go now, okay?"
"Sure!" Mu Hui held the chain on his wrist and stood up fearlessly.
Yu Jing said he would take the people to the car, while Ji Yinhe pulled Lu Zheng straight to the office and took out all the bulletproof vests in the cabinet.
"I guess Mu Hui must have set an ambush in advance. We can't underestimate the enemy." She took off her coat neatly and put on the bulletproof vest over her shirt.
Lu Zheng put on his clothes tacitly, turned around, picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.
After a moment, he put down the receiver and reported to Ji Yinhe, "Tang Ci and the others will cooperate with this operation and coordinate with the traffic police to set up checkpoints. Niu Dazhi and Sang Xiangyang will each lead two teams of plainclothes officers to follow behind our police car."
"Okay." Ji Yinhe took a deep breath and looked out the window at the darkness of dawn.
"Let's see what Mu Hui and the real murderer are going to do!"
*
Stars lit up the bloodshot eyes of the criminal police. The night wind blew from the office building of Tiandu Branch, which had been lit all night, and blew towards an abandoned chemical plant located at the junction of Jiangtan and Dengzhou, dozens of kilometers away.
In Meiqing Garden, Lianqiao suddenly opened her eyes, sat up from the bed, and cold sweat dripped down her face.
"What's wrong?" Ji Jianguo turned on the bedside lamp with concern and handed over a handkerchief. "Are you having a nightmare?"
"Yeah, I dreamed about the chemical plant explosion in the book." Lian Qiao touched his forehead and said with a throbbing heart, "But this time, it wasn't Tang Ci lying in the fireworks, but Yinhe!"
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