Chapter 116 Registering
Yes, so much time has passed, the evidence has long been lost in the dust.
What's more, all this is just Xia Mufan's bold guess. Boss Mo killed someone eight years ago, and now he is doing it again. Is it definitely because Huang Zhongliang had a son outside? Is my son so important?
Feng Xiaoyu sighed at the side: "Alas, it's a pity that the body has been cremated, otherwise we could do a DNA test."
After hearing what Feng Xiaoyu said, Fan Yangping fell into deep thought. If a DNA test could prove that Huang Zhongliang and Huang Yongkang's son were father and son, then Boss Mo's motive for murder would be very clear, and there would be evidence of the murder, but the body had already been cremated...
Suddenly, Fan Yangping's eyes lit up, he stood up excitedly and asked loudly: "Can DNA testing be done using hair?"
Gong Weiguo nodded: "Yes, hair with hair follicles, oral mucosal cells, and blood are all OK."
Fan Yangping suddenly burst into laughter, pounding the table as he laughed: "Oh, Forensic Doctor Yang, Forensic Doctor Yang, I didn't expect that your bad habit would come in handy at this time."
Forensic Doctor Yang? Bad habits?
Xia Mufan and the others were completely confused. They looked at each other, then at Fan Yangping who was laughing so hard that he was out of breath. They felt a little bewildered.
After waiting for Fan Yangping to stop smiling, Gong Weiguo, who was the most impatient, quickly asked, "Old Fan, what are you laughing at? What does this have to do with Forensic Doctor Yang?"
Fan Yangping said, "Aren't we looking for evidence? Forensic Doctor Yang has it!"
Gong Weiguo asked: "Forensic Doctor Yang? Is she the famous female forensic doctor in your provincial department?"
"Yes!" Fan Yangping tried hard to calm his excitement, and then he slowly explained the cause and effect.
Forensic doctor Yang’s name is Yang Wenjing. He graduated from the Southern University of Science and Technology with a degree in forensic medicine and was assigned to the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Wancheng Public Security Bureau in the early 1980s. There was a severe shortage of forensic doctors in that era. She was a professional, bold and careful, and soon made her mark in many major criminal cases.
Yang Wenjing is very enthusiastic about her work. Whenever a murder occurs, she will be the first to rush to the front. She is not afraid of hardship or fatigue, but she is a bit persistent. For every corpse she has dissected, as long as it is confirmed to be homicide, Yang Wenjing will take a strand of hair with hair follicles and put it into an evidence bag, and then file it neatly in the file cabinet in the office. Until the murderer is brought to justice, the strand of hair will be burned to comfort the soul of the deceased.
The Huang Yongkang family massacre was a case that Yang Wenjing handled independently. After three months of investigation, nothing was found in the end. The hair of the family of four is still kept in Yang Wenjing's filing cabinet, and this case has become the biggest regret in Yang Wenjing's career.
From then on, Yang Wenjing worked even harder, solved several cases in succession, and before he was 40 years old he had become a criminal investigation expert in the provincial department.
Fan Yangping had worked with Yang Wenjing for many years and of course knew Yang Wenjing's professional habits. At the beginning, everyone in the Criminal Investigation Brigade thought that Yang Wenjing was a very "weird" person. Just thinking about her collecting dead people's hair and putting it in a filing cabinet made them feel a little uneasy. Who knew it would come in handy today!
Hearing this, Xia Mufan couldn't help but deeply admire Yang Wenjing's fearlessness and tireless pursuit of her career. As a forensic doctor, you deal with corpses and dead people all day long. How could you be afraid of dead people's hair? Yang Wenjing probably has this habit because she is worried that the case will become an unsolved case, so she collects DN information?
With this strand of hair, it is possible to verify whether the child has a blood relationship with Huang Zhongliang.
Thinking of this, Xia Mufan raised his eyes and looked at Fan Yangping: "What are you waiting for? Call Forensic Doctor Yang right away."
Fan Yangping dialed the number, and a calm female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, what's up?"
After Fan Yangping finished speaking, Forensic Doctor Yang was silent for a moment, but soon reacted, his voice unconsciously carrying a hint of excitement: "Okay, leave this to me, I will tell you the result in three days."
Fan Yangping had not expected things to go so smoothly. He rubbed his hands and said to Xia Mufan, "It's great that Forensic Doctor Yang is willing to help. Now we can focus on finding Ruirui."
Immediately afterwards, Xia Mufan and others began to check Huang Zhongliang's brothers and sisters, and soon received feedback.
Huang Zhongliang's elder brother Huang Bozhong is 56 years old this year. He has three daughters and one son. After his son got married, he had two daughters. He used to make a living by fishing. Later, when Huancheng was built as a city, the small fishing village where he lived was demolished. After receiving a large sum of compensation, he built a house in Yuwan Town and settled down. Every day when he had nothing to do, he would drink tea, listen to music, and lead a very carefree life.
His biggest regret in life is that he still has no grandchildren.
Huang Bozhong was an old-fashioned man with a deep-rooted idea of favoring boys over girls. In his opinion, if he didn't have a grandson, his family line would be extinct and he would not be able to face his ancestors when he died.
Huang Bozhong has been urging his daughter-in-law to have more children, and he will pay the fines for having more children than allowed. Unfortunately, the opposite happened. His daughter-in-law disappeared after giving birth to two daughters, which made Huang Bozhong very anxious.
During the investigation, comrades from the Yuwan Town Police Station learned that the day before yesterday, Huang Bozhong held a banquet in the town and invited several leaders of the town government to dinner. He said that he had picked up a child and wanted to register the child.
Xia Mushige asked: "Picked it up?"
Fan Yangping shrugged and said, "I heard from his neighbor that he did pick it up. I don't know who put a child outside his house early in the morning. He was white, chubby and very cute."
Xia Mufan asked again: "How old?"
Fan Yangping said: "He was about one year old and couldn't walk yet."
Feng Xiaoyu looked at Xia Mufan and said, "Team Leader, you guessed right! The child must have been secretly released by the Mo family. If we didn't know that Boss Mo killed Bai Jiaying, we would probably suspect that Huang Zhongliang stole the child and brought him back to foster at my eldest brother's house. At least the child's last name is Huang, right?"
Sun Xianbing sighed: "This Mo Yuhua is so scheming."
Feng Xiaoyu was somewhat relieved: "No matter what, at least Ruirui is still alive."
Fan Yangping reminded: "Don't be too happy yet, maybe they bought the child?"
Xia Mufan glanced at him and said, "People trafficking must also be arrested."
The next morning, all work was ready.
Yuwan Town Police Station.
An old man with wrinkles all over his face was wearing a black Tang suit and looked like a wealthy man. He was holding a chubby white baby in his arms, followed by a man and a woman, and walked quickly into the gate of the police station.
The old man was Huang Bozhong. His son Huang Qiang, who followed behind him, had an indifferent look on his face. His daughter-in-law Tang Xiangliu had a sad face and some reluctance in her expression, and it was obvious that she did not want to come.
Old Qian from the Household Registration Department came out, stretched out his hand and greeted them warmly: "Mr. Huang, you are here? Please come in." Then he led the family of three and the child into a small house next to the Household Registration Office.
Huang Bozhong saw the police's enthusiastic attitude and thought that his treat and gift came in handy. When Lao Qian turned around to get the information, he glanced at his son who was standing behind him without saying a word and said, "Today is a good day."
Tang Xiangliu replied unhappily, "What a good day! If you are so eager to carry on the family line, why do you register the child under our name? Why not just register it under your name as your son? When he has a child, won't it be your grandson too?"
Huang Bozhong glared at his daughter-in-law and said, "What do you know? You don't have to raise this child, so it's registered in your name. He is my grandson, Huang Anzhong. If you have a son in the future, you can treat him however you want. But if you don't have a son, then this child can carry on the Huang family's lineage."
The daughter-in-law wanted to say something in rebuttal, but in the end she didn't say anything. She pinched her husband hard to express her inner dissatisfaction.
Old Qian took the household registration booklet handed over by Huang Bozhong and asked some questions in a pretentious manner: "What's the child's name? When was he born? Why do you want to register him now?"
Huang Bozhong explained: "This is family planning. My son and daughter-in-law gave birth to a child secretly. They were afraid of being fined, so they didn't dare to register the child. Now the child is one year old, and I don't want to let him suffer too much, so I came to register him. If there is a fine, our family will pay it."
Old Qian had been told to delay as much as possible, and deliberately spoke in a businesslike tone: "Family planning fines are not the responsibility of our police station. Did you bring the child's birth permit?"
When Huang Bozhong heard that he needed a birth permit, he thought that Lao Qian was just trying to get some benefits, so he quietly took out a red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Lao Qian's hand: "Please be flexible. Secretary Wei has already said hello. It's not you who has the final say on whether the child can be registered or not."
Lao Qian was talking to Huang Bozhong here, but the atmosphere outside the cabin was very tense.
The ice cream opened its eyes wide with excitement, stuck out its tongue, and made some grunting sounds. If Xia Mufan hadn't warned him not to shout or yell, he would have started barking long ago.
[Rui Rui!] That's Ruirui. 】
[I can smell that the doll that person is holding is Ruirui. 】
[Hurry, hurry, hurry!] Save Ruirui——】
Xia Mufan grabbed the dog leash and said to Fan Yangping in a low voice, "That child is Ruirui. You can move."
Fan Yangping took a look at the ice cream and immediately led his men into the small house next to the household registration office.
Huang Bozhong, his son and daughter-in-law were shocked and stood up immediately.
Huang Bozhong looked at Lao Qian at the first moment: "What's going on?" The guests have been invited, the money has been given, and all the proper treatment has been given. The comrades from the police station should have successfully registered the child. Why did a bunch of police suddenly break in?
Fan Yangping said: "You are suspected of a child trafficking case, please come with us."
"Kidnapping?" Huang Bozhong's face suddenly changed. He hugged Ruirui tightly and said, "This child is born by my daughter-in-law. He is my grandson!"
Tang Xiangliu pulled her husband behind her, raised her finger and pointed at Huang Bozhong, immediately disassociating herself from the matter: "This has nothing to do with me, he did it all, he picked up the child."
As soon as the police arrived, Huang Qiang knew that something was not right and he was afraid that there was something fishy about the child's background.
He looked at his father, complaining in his voice: "Dad, I've already told you that this is a new society, boys and girls are the same, and our family doesn't have a fortune to inherit, so why do we have to raise children for other families?"
Xia Mufan walked up to Huang Bozhong and stretched out his hands: "Give me the child."
Huang Bozhong held the child tightly and refused to let go: "This is my grandson, the grandson of my Huang family, no one of you can take him away."
Tang Xiangliu reacted quickly, stepped forward and snatched the child away, and handed it to Xia Mufan: "This child is not mine in the first place, you guys take the child away quickly."
Xia Mufan took the child, looked at the chubby face, and felt relieved knowing that the child was not suffering.
Huang Bozhong and his family of three were taken to the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade. It was not until this moment that Huang Bozhong regretted his actions and tried hard to make amends for his behavior.
"Comrade police officer, I was just too greedy. I have no grandchildren, no one to carry on the family line, and someone happened to send a child to my doorstep. I saw that he was white, chubby and cute, so I adopted him. If I didn't raise him, the child might be sold to a poor mountain village, and who knows how much suffering he would have to endure. Our family conditions are not bad, and we have no problem eating and drinking. This child is the only male in our family, and he will inherit the family business in the future. This is also a good thing for the child, right?"
Xia Mufan slammed the table and said, "This child has a father and a mother. Who knows if you bought him from a human trafficker?"
Huang Bozhong tried desperately to explain, but Xia Mufan just turned a deaf ear to him. He could not explain himself clearly, so he lowered his head and said, "This is all my idea. It has nothing to do with my son and daughter-in-law. If you want to arrest us and put us in jail, go ahead. Can you please release my son and daughter-in-law?"
Xia Mufan sneered: "All of you stay here."
Judging from the confessions of Huang Bozhong, Huang Qiang and Tang Xiangliu, Ruirui was indeed picked up by them at their doorstep. Originally thought to be an abandoned child, it turned out to be a trap set by the Mo family for the Huang family.
However, this is enough to prove that Mo Yuhua and Huang Zhongliang are not on good terms with each other.
Three days later, forensic doctor Yang's DNA test results came out.
Fan Yangping didn't expect Xia Mufan's guess to come true. He slammed the table and said, "Damn it! Huang Yongkang's son is not his, but Huang Zhongliang's. Why didn't we think of investigating this direction?"
Feng Xiaoyu comforted Fan Yangping: "DNA testing technology was not mature in 1988."
Gong Weiguo sighed, "Fortunately, Forensic Doctor Yang saved the file!"
Xia Mufan was very calm: "It's time to close the net."
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