Chapter 1955
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"I hope all this is not true, but if it is true, I will face it bravely." Hearing Gu Chen's words, Zhao Changlin could no longer restrain his inner depression.
You know, this is the reality I am least willing to accept, but all this seems to be happening.
The adopted son, Zhao Junbo, seems to be connected with the murderer no matter from which angle he investigates.
Zhao Changlin is no longer attached, he knows that there must be an explanation for his son Zhao Xiaobin's death.
But if Zhao Xiaobin was indeed killed by Zhao Junbo, then Zhao Changlin would never agree.
"Boss Zhao." Seeing that Zhao Changlin was too sad, Police Officer Wang also said comfortingly:
"There are some things that I don't know how to say. After all, this Zhao Junbo and Zhao Xiaobin are both your sons, but it's really chilling for brothers to kill each other."
"But sometimes, you have to keep your eyes open. If Zhao Junbo is really what we said, he is the murderer. That door, sometimes, it is necessary to kill relatives righteously. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Of course I understand." Facing Police Officer Wang's crazy suggestion, how could Zhao Changlin not understand?
At this moment, Zhao Changlin also let out a long sigh, and then murmured: "You want me to cooperate with the investigation and find evidence of Zhao Junbo's crime together, right?"
"That's right." Seeing that Zhao Changlin was very clear, Lu Weiwei hurriedly said again: "If this Zhao Junbo is really a murderer, then the layout of all this shows that he has thought carefully."
"It would be impossible for him to confess obediently without much evidence to support it."
"So, sometimes, we have to use some extraordinary measures."
"You... what are the extraordinary means you are talking about?" Zhao Changlin didn't seem to understand.
Lu Weiwei glanced at Gu Chen, and Gu Chen replied seriously: "We need to lure the snake out of the hole. If all the clues point to Zhao Junbo, but the evidence is insufficient, then we must force him to enter our trap."
The reason why Gu Chen said this is because he clearly knows that Zhao Junbo is actually not easy to deal with.
Now Gu Chen is also 80% confident that the murderer is Zhao Junbo.
But now, if the murderer wants to show his flaws, he still needs to use the trick of luring the snake out of the hole.
Of course, Gu Chen's team has also tried and tested this trick repeatedly in the previous cases.
It is to grasp the characteristics of the suspect's fear and fear, and adopt the method of leading the snake out of the hole, so that the suspect himself falls into the trap.
In this way, many unnecessary troubles are saved.
"Officer Gu, what should we do? Tell me." Zhao Changlin could see at this moment that Gu Chen actually had a solution, but he just needed to cooperate.
Therefore, Zhao Changlin urged Gu Chen.
Gu Chen looked around and saw that the doors in the office were closed, so he signaled everyone to move closer to him.
Afterwards, Gu Chen said slowly: "If the murderer is Zhao Junbo, then Yuan Jialiang was probably killed by him, and the relationship between the two acquaintances can also be deduced."
"After all, Zhao Junbo and Xiao Mengqi have a very good relationship, and they almost became lovers."
"And Yuan Jialiang has been pursuing Xiao Mengqi hard, and Xiao Mengqi is the bond between the two of them."
"If our reasoning was correct before, Yuan Jialiang and Xiao Mengqi might have been among those who murdered your son Zhao Xiaobin 15 years ago."
Seeing Zhao Changlin's brow raised, Gu Chen said again: "Of course, Yuan Jialiang and Xiao Mengqi may just be accomplices, but at least it shows that the three of them knew each other back then, and they may have a good relationship."
"Zhao Junbo killed Zhao Xiaobin, and Xiao Mengqi and Yuan Jialiang were responsible for assisting in disposing of the body."
"Later, Xiao Mengqi died strangely, and now Yuan Jialiang was also poisoned to death."
"Judging from the signs of Yuan Jialiang's poisoning in the room, he did not have a fierce fight with anyone before his death, but was poisoned and murdered unknowingly."
"But would Yuan Jialiang drink the poisoned drink easily? I don't think so. Perhaps in the conversations with acquaintances later, the murderer was subtle, and then he caught Yuan Jialiang's drink with poison, and finally achieved his goal of murdering Yuan Jialiang."
"But right now, the cause of Yuan Jialiang's death and related clues are still not available to collect, but we can use this to lure him out of the hole."
"If there are no conditions, create conditions."
"No... no conditions, just create conditions?" Facing Gu Chen's remarks, Zhao Changlin seemed a little confused, so he hurriedly asked Gu Chen, "Officer Gu, what do you mean by creating conditions? "
"Create a witness and let Zhao Junbo take the bait." Gu Chen said.
Zhao Changlin looked shocked and said: "Make... create witnesses? Is... is this reliable? How to do it?"
It feels like the police still have this set? Zhao Changlin expressed that he was shocked, but at the same time looking forward to it.
After all, he couldn't let go of the death of his son Zhao Xiaobin for a long time.
In fact, in Zhao Changlin's heart, he has made up his mind to avenge his son Zhao Xiaobin.
No matter who the other party is? Even if it is a godson, he will not hesitate.
Therefore, Zhao Changlin now wants to know the truth more urgently than anyone else.
And Gu Chen just gave this kind of condition, which made Zhao Changlin very urgent.
"Do this specifically." Gu Chen took a deep breath and said calmly:
"We assume that the murderer murdered Yuan Jialiang in a relatively deserted environment, that is, there were no witnesses."
"In this way, the murderer can escape undisturbed after committing the crime."
"But if witnesses find out, then everything the murderer has done will be exposed. As long as the witnesses report the crime to the police, the murderer will be brought to justice on the spot."
"So, you want to create a witness?" Zhao Changlin said.
Gu Chen nodded silently: "That's right, we want to create a witness, and such a witness cannot immediately report to our police."
"Why?" Zhao Changlin was puzzled.
Lu Weiwei on the side said angrily: "Why? If this non-existent witness chooses to protect us from the police, is there still a need for this drama? No need."
"Our purpose of creating this witness is to lure the snake out of the hole."
"Yes...is that so?" Zhao Changlin, who was dazzled by anger, finally realized it at this moment.
He quickly patted his head, and then asked again: "Then Officer Gu, what should I do?"
"That's it." Gu Chen paused, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he said again:
"We assume that this witness may be a child, because he was on the mountain and accidentally saw the scene of Yuan Jialiang's murder."
"Or, he noticed that the murderer was with Yuan Jialiang, but he didn't notice at that time."
"It wasn't until later that the police discovered that Yuan Jialiang had been poisoned in the temple on that mountain after that person had left. Then he felt that that person might be the murderer."
"So, after the murderer left, the witness followed along secretly and discovered the identity of the murderer."
"But he has been hesitating, should he call the police? But he was afraid that after calling the police, the murderer would find out and seek revenge from him, so he asked me to go to a secret place alone, because that person only trusted me."
"So, Officer Gu means that you want to use yourself as a bait?" Zhao Changlin seemed to understand what Gu Chen meant.
Gu Chen nodded silently: "Let's assume that this witness is very young, a child."
"So, when faced with this kind of thing for the first time, there was a difficulty in choosing."
"But because you believed in me, you asked me to go to a secret place alone."
"But..." Hearing what Gu Chen said, Zhao Changlin hesitated, and quickly raised his head and said, "But, will Zhao Junbo believe it? He is a very smart person, I'm afraid..."
"Of course he won't believe it." Seeing Zhao Changlin's questioning, Gu Chen said with a smile: "I asked you to let the wind out and tell Zhao Junbo about it casually."
"With Zhao Junbo's suspicious personality, he will definitely not believe it. Not only will he not believe it, but he must also know that it is the police and you who are testing him together."
"I just want him to have doubts about you, so from the very beginning, this is not a simple problem of witnesses, but a problem of trust between Zhao Junbo and you."
"Is that so?" Seeing that Gu Chen's plan was linked one after the other, Zhao Changlin hesitated for a moment, and then asked Gu Chen: "Then...then what should I do specifically?"
"You are like this." Gu Chen moved closer to Zhao Changlin's ear and began to introduce his plan in a low voice.
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9:20 p.m.
Zhao Changlin drove the car to his residence, a small villa with a courtyard in the town.
This is the residence that Zhao Changlin rented. His family has lived here for many years. Because of the large number of rooms, his adopted son Zhao Junbo also lives here.
At this moment, the lights in the hall are still on.
In the living room, the TV series "Latent" is playing on the TV.
However, Zhao Junbo did not put his mind on the TV, but sat quietly on the sofa.
There was a cup of instant coffee in front of him.
It was also after hearing the sound of a vehicle engine in the courtyard that Zhao Junbo recovered from his drowsy state and immediately walked towards the door.
Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin getting off the car, Zhao Junbo hurried forward, supported Zhao Changlin and said, "Godfather, what is the matter with the police looking for you so late? Why did you let you go there alone?"
"Nothing?" Zhao Changlin walked directly to the living room with a tired look.
Seeing this, Zhao Junbo quickly poured him a glass of water.
"Where's your mother?" Zhao Changlin asked.
"Take your grandson and go shopping in the city. I guess you will live in the city tonight." Zhao Junbo said.
"That is to say, tonight, only our father and son are at home?" Zhao Changlin said.
Zhao Junbo smiled: "Godfather, what happened to you tonight?"
Facing Zhao Junbo's question, Zhao Changlin looked at him without changing his face, which made Zhao Changlin very uncomfortable.
It was also a little embarrassing to be seen by the old man, so Zhao Junbo quickly looked away, picked up the coffee on the coffee table, put it in his mouth and sipped it, and then asked again:
"By the way, godfather, the police are looking for you, and they even know that they want to look for you alone. What's the matter?"
"It's your brother Zhao Xiaobin." Zhao Changlin said.
"Brother...Brother?" Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo seemed to have guessed the truth.
After all, the body found from the mountain was finally taken away by the forensic doctor.
Moreover, the godfather Zhao Changlin also took a DNA sample. Obviously, this was to match and verify the specific identity of the corpse.
But now that Zhao Changlin said this, Zhao Junbo could guess with his toes, what happened to the corpse?
But Zhao Junbo still took the initiative to ask: "Is that the corpse?"
"Yes, the identity of the corpse has been confirmed." Zhao Changlin said.
Zhao Junbo's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "So, that corpse really belongs to my brother Zhao Xiaobin?"
"En." Zhao Changlin closed his eyes and nodded fiercely.
At this moment, Zhao Changlin's nose was sore, and his tears couldn't stop flowing out.
"How could it be? Brother Zhao Xiaobin, how could it be that charred corpse? How could this be?"
Zhao Junbo also seemed unbelievable, shaking his head like a rattle.
After a while, he calmed down, and quickly asked Zhao Changlin again: "Godfather, so, is all this true? My brother is that charred corpse?"
"That's right." Zhao Changlin took a deep breath, and said with great sadness, "The police sent me there because they wanted to tell me the truth."
"After testing by their forensic team, the facts are very clear. That corpse is Zhao Xiaobin."
"As for the fire that happened in the sponge factory next door, it wasn't the homeless artist from Hubei that burned to death, but my son Zhao Xiaobin."
Having said this, Zhao Changlin covered his face with his hands, and suddenly burst into tears.
Zhao Junbo also took a deep breath, quickly handed the tea to Zhao Changlin, and comforted him: "Godfather, you... don't get excited, you are not in good health, so don't get too excited."
"If brother Zhao Xiaobin is the body that was burned to death, then there must be a reason for it, yes, that wandering artist?"
What did Zhao Junbo seem to think of? So he hurriedly said again: "My brother Zhao Xiaobin, maybe he was killed by that wandering artist."
"And that wandering entertainer, after killing my brother Zhao Xiaobin, may have changed his clothes on my brother Zhao Xiaobin's body, using my brother's body to pretend to be himself."
"Huh?" Zhao Changlin raised his brows when he saw that Zhao Junbo was speaking in a logical manner, and asked back, "Junbo, why do you think so?"
"Because, haven't you already confirmed it? The charred corpse buried on the mountain for 15 years is my brother Zhao Xiaobin?"
"You think, that night, my brother beat me up, offended everyone in the factory, and went berserk. After all, he was already very drunk at that time."
"And in the end, you came over and gave him a slap in the face, making him wake up briefly."
"After he left, he might still be angry. Maybe he ran into that wandering artist playing the erhu in Wangchao Town."
"My brother, who was angry, might have a disagreement, so he started a fight with that wandering artist."
"Then accidentally, the wandering entertainer beat my brother to death, and then in order to avoid responsibility, he staged a trick and then disappeared, is that right?"
Seeing Zhao Junbo talking here for a long time, Zhao Changlin asked him curiously: "Junbo, why do you think so?"
"Ah? Isn't it?" Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin's complicated expression, Zhao Junbo asked again.
"I don't know either." Zhao Changlin shook his head and said meaningfully:
"However, the police chatted with me for a long time at night and comforted me for a long time. They helped me sort out the case. I felt that Xiaobin's death might be related to the foreigner who was poisoned to death some time ago."
After a pause, Zhao Changlin also pretended to think: "What's the name of that person? It's the person who was poisoned to death on the mountain..."
"Yuan Jialiang?" Zhao Junbo blurted out, and quickly said, "Is it Yuan Jialiang? I remember hearing this name from the police."
"Yes, it is Yuan Jialiang." It was also reminded by Zhao Junbo that Zhao Changlin suddenly realized, and hurriedly said:
"The police told me that Xiaobin's death may have something to do with this Yuan Jialiang."
"After all, Yuan Jialiang had been in other provinces before, but during this time, he suddenly came to Wangchao Town, Jiangnan City."
"Besides, Yuan Jialiang stayed at the Wangchao Town Hotel for more than ten days at a time."
"In the past ten days, Yuan Jialiang didn't go anywhere, but went to that mountain to sacrifice to that wild grave."
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin asked again: "Junbo, let me ask you, this Yuan Jialiang, he is very good, why did he go to the mountain to worship that wild grave?"
"This wild tomb existed on that mountain, not for a day or two, but for 15 years."
"And the person buried in the wild grave is none other than your brother Zhao Xiaobin."
"Yuan Jialiang is a foreigner. As soon as he came here, he went straight to the grave. Obviously, he knew that the one buried in the grave was not the wandering entertainer, but you, Zhao Xiaobin."
"Yes...is it?" Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo's heart skipped a beat, and he said quickly:
"Then Yuan Jialiang, could it be that he was the murderer who killed my brother Zhao Xiaobin?"
"Maybe." Zhao Changlin picked up the tea, put it in his mouth and took a sip, and then he said again:
"The police told me that Yuan Jialiang, who was poisoned to death, may be aware of what happened that year."
"Possibly, Xiaobin's death was related to him, maybe he was killed by him, or maybe this Yuan Jialiang was a part of the murderer, and they must have been more than one person at the time."
"More than one person? Haha, no way?" Zhao Changlin, who is also a godfather, said so, and Zhao Junbo suddenly felt a little puzzled.
But Zhao Changlin didn't care about this, and explained to Zhao Junbo directly based on what Gu Chen told him:
"The police officer Gu said that according to their team's deduction, this Yuan Jialiang may be one of the murderers who murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin back then."
"So Yuan Jialiang knows who is buried in that tomb?"
"However, in the process of transferring the bones this time, the police found things on the side of the coffin and at the new location where the bodies were buried, with ghost head patterns."
"And this kind of thing may be the evidence that Yuan Jialiang deliberately left for the police."
"Leave... the evidence for the police?" Zhao Junbo was dumbfounded at this moment.
He didn't know what godfather Zhao Changlin was communicating with the police at the Wangchao Town Police Station?
But the news that came out of Zhao Changlin's mouth made Zhao Junbo feel more frightened than the other.
It seems that every piece of information is enough to subvert the existence of cognition.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently, and said earnestly: "The police officer Gu told me that Yuan Jialiang might have been one of the people who participated in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin, but for some reason, he might want to tell the police about it."
"But because he was involved in this kind of thing back then, Yuan Jialiang didn't want to go to the police station to make a report. Instead, he took the method of providing clues so that the police could find the ghost king cartoon."
After a pause, Zhao Changlin approached Zhao Junbo and whispered in Zhao Junbo's ear, "Do you still know Xiao Mengqi, the daughter of the old Xiao family?"
"Ah?" As soon as Zhao Changlin heard the words, Zhao Junbo, who reacted a little slower, shrank back in fright, and said with a dazed expression:
"I know... I know, Xiao Mengqi, didn't she come to our factory as a summer worker before? Her father also worked in our factory for a while."
"You still chased her, right?" Zhao Changlin pointed at Zhao Junbo.
"Haha." Hearing his godfather's remarks, Zhao Junbo scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and then said a little embarrassedly:
"It... how many years have passed, godfather, do you still remember?"
"How could I not remember?" Zhao Changlin sighed, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that such a good girl committed suicide by jumping into the river because of emotional problems."
"But the saddest thing is that he committed suicide by jumping into the river because of his ex-boyfriend, and it has nothing to do with you, Zhao Junbo."
After finishing speaking, Zhao Changlin subconsciously glanced at Zhao Junbo beside him.
Zhao Junbo is also in the awkward group. At this moment, I don't know why godfather Zhao Changlin suddenly mentioned this?
However, Zhao Junbo still begrudgingly said: "Actually, it's just that we have no fate. Besides, I don't have a high degree of education and haven't read any books, so people may look down on me."
"Nonsense, it's you who didn't live up to it." Seeing Zhao Junbo blaming himself, Zhao Changlin also corrected him.
Seeing that Zhao Junbo just laughed dryly to resolve his embarrassment, Zhao Changlin said again at this time:
"Unfortunately, that Xiao Mengqi committed suicide by jumping into the river, but the police told me that Xiao Mengqi might not have committed suicide."
"Wh... what? Didn't he commit suicide?" Zhao Junbo was shocked by his godfather's words again, and Zhao Junbo became uneasy.
So Zhao Junbo quickly asked Zhao Changlin again: "Godfather, what did these policemen investigate? How did they know that this Xiao Mengqi didn't commit suicide by jumping into a river? How did they know?"
"Why are you nervous?" Seeing that Zhao Junbo's reaction was too intense, Zhao Changlin also said it casually.
Hearing Zhao Changlin's words, Zhao Junbo, who was flustered, hurriedly tried to calm down, and said:
"This... Isn't this curious? You also know that I have a good relationship with Xiao Mengqi. When she committed suicide by jumping into the river, I often cried secretly at night."
"After all, I also liked her. I don't think it's worth it for her to die for her ex-boyfriend."
"But now, you're telling me again, Xiao Mengqi didn't commit suicide by jumping into the river, was she murdered?"
"En." Zhao Changlin sighed softly, then put his hands on his knees, tried to stand up, and walked back and forth in the hall.
When he came to the window of the hall, Zhao Changlin looked back at Zhao Junbo who was sitting on the sofa, and then said:
"Officer Gu told me that there was something strange about Xiao Mengqi's death back then, because the person who said he died in love has not been found yet."
"Besides, they also asked Lao Xiao, who is Xiao Mengqi's father, and Lao Xiao also felt that he was being led into rhythm."
"Why...why do you say that?" Zhao Junbo still didn't quite understand, but he also stood up and walked to Zhao Changlin.
Zhao Changlin turned around and said, "Because Officer Gu and the others not only checked with Lao Xiao about the situation back then, they also found Xiao Mengqi's college roommate back then."
"I also learned from that college roommate that just the night before Xiao Mengqi's death, she talked with that college roommate about her travel plans, and the two even agreed on a specific time."
"But on the second day, Xiao Mengqi died in the river without any warning, and the so-called witnesses saw Xiao Mengqi jumping into the river by herself, which is completely false."
"Because until now, no one has admitted that he was the one who saw Xiao Mengqi jump into the river by herself."
After a pause, Zhao Changlin said again: "Besides, there were not only rumors that Xiao Mengqi jumped into the river by herself, but also rumors that she committed suicide because her boyfriend was dating other women, so Xiao Mengqi was blocked for a while and couldn't get angry."
"That's why I decided to commit suicide by jumping into the river, but this statement is also farting."
"Because Xiao Mengqi and her ex-boyfriend have already broken up."
"After the breakup, Xiao Mengqi devoted herself to creating her own comics, and even made some achievements."
"But when someone is successful and famous, will he still choose to commit suicide? You suddenly started to live well, why did you commit suicide?"
"Uh……"
Hearing what godfather Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo froze on the spot, not knowing how to answer this question for a while.
Zhao Changlin turned around, looked straight at Zhao Junbo and said, "Junbo, maybe you still don't know that Yuan Jialiang, who was poisoned to death on the mountain some time ago, is actually a college alumnus with Xiao Mengqi."
"Besides, both of them are in the class next door, and they have a good relationship. Yuan Jialiang even pursued Xiao Mengqi when he was in school."
"What?" Hearing these remarks, Zhao Junbo was stunned, and repeated: "Yuan Jialiang pursued Xiao Mengqi? They are still college alumni? Are they on good terms? This... this... this confuses me." gone."
Zhao Junbo patted his head, panting heavily, "How is this possible? How could these two have such a relationship?"
"What? Are you surprised?" Seeing that Zhao Junbo was a little flustered at the moment, Zhao Changlin also asked casually.
"No, no, I was just thinking, isn't this relationship too complicated?" Zhao Junbo shook his head, as if he felt that his thinking was tied in a knot at this moment.
But Zhao Changlin replied calmly: "It's nothing? It's because Yuan Jialiang is very likely to be the murderer who killed your brother Zhao Xiaobin back then, and now he was poisoned to death."
"So, Officer Gu told me that all of this may have been done by the gang that murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin back then."
"And the person who killed Yuan Jialiang may also be the person who killed your brother Zhao Xiaobin at the same time."
"The murderer wanted to murder Yuan Jialiang, probably because he wanted to silence him."
"But, as you know, the relationship between Yuan Jialiang and Xiao Mengqi predestined that Xiao Mengqi might also be involved in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin back then."
"No way? Godfather, please let me calm down." It seemed that Zhao Changlin also told them.
Zhao Junbo rested his forehead with one hand, panting heavily, and then tried to calm down, and said:
"Xiao Mengqi and brother Zhao Xiaobin seem to have no grievances, why did she get involved?"
"Because of Yuan Jialiang." Zhao Changlin reminded.
"Yuan Jialiang? Could it be that he killed his brother Zhao Xiaobin to protect Yuan Jialiang?"
Seeing what Zhao Junbo said here, Zhao Changlin followed suit and continued, "It's very possible. Officer Gu told me that Xiao Mengqi is very likely to have participated in the fire that happened in the warehouse of the sponge factory 15 years ago."
"Because, if there is only one murderer, it seems to be very difficult for the murderer to commit suicide alone."
"And after their police investigation of Yuan Jialiang, they feel that this Yuan Jialiang is definitely one of the culprits who murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin back then."
"And if he is really the murderer of my son, then as an alumnus, it's still a good relationship. Perhaps at that moment, Xiao Mengqi got hotheaded and felt that he should be protected."
"So, Xiao Mengqi decisively concealed the truth. Not only did she conceal the truth, but she also participated in the embedding of corpses, which caused my son Zhao Xiaobin to be mistaken for the corpse of a wandering entertainer. He was smeared in the house and buried on the mountain. 15 year."
Speaking of this, Zhao Changlin is also in tears at this moment, and the whole person is very sad.
Zhao Junbo secretly glanced at Zhao Changlin, and then quickly comforted him: "Godfather, I think there must be something strange about this matter."
"Isn't it?" Sitting back on the sofa in the living room again, Zhao Changlin took out a tissue, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said again:
"Officer Gu said that there may be three murderers, or in other words, there were three people who participated in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin."
"This Yuan Jialiang must be a serious participant, and Xiao Mengqi, perhaps because of his relationship with Yuan Jialiang, not only helped him conceal the murder, but also participated in the fire at the sponge factory."
"And the other murderer, the one who murdered Yuan Jialiang this time, may still be hiding in a secret corner at this moment."
"Is...really?" Zhao Junbo, who was a little nervous after hearing what the old man Zhao Changlin said, hurriedly asked:
"Then godfather, did Police Officer Gu tell you who the murderer of Yuan Jialiang was? Have they found any clues?"
"Of course." Hearing Zhao Junbo's question, Zhao Changlin raised his head and said thoughtfully:
"Originally, it was difficult for the police to find corresponding clues. After all, this murderer seems to be very professional."
"Although the police found in the kitchen of the ancient temple on that mountain that the poisonous substances that poisoned Yuan Jialiang remained in the tableware, they did not extract the murderer's fingerprints."
"It can be seen that the murderer is still very cautious, for fear that his killing of Yuan Jialiang will be discovered by others."
Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin talking here, Zhao Junbo on the side didn't dare to speak and just listened quietly.
But when the subject changed, Zhao Changlin said again: "Oh! But it just happened so coincidentally. Although the murderer was careful enough, he was not as good as God. He didn't know that his behavior had already been discovered."
"What? Was...discovered?"
Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo suddenly went crazy and said, "That is to say, is it possible for the police to find the murderer?"
"En." Zhao Changlin nodded slightly.
"Then... is there an eyewitness report?" Zhao Junbo asked again.
Zhao Changlin still nodded: "Yes, because just tonight, when I was chatting with them in the office, Officer Gu received a mysterious call."
"Officer Gu felt strange at the time, but from the accent, it can be heard that this is a young boy. It seems that when he went to play in the mountains, he accidentally ran into Yuan Jialiang with the murderer."
"But at that time, the boy didn't pay attention to these things at all. He just picked wild mushrooms in the forest on his own."
"Is...really?" Zhao Changlin also said so, and Zhao Junbo hurriedly asked:
"Then what happened later? The boy later, did he say anything to Officer Gu on the phone?"
"There are." Zhao Changlin nodded slightly, trying to remember and said:
"I remember the boy who was on the phone at the time seemed nervous as well."
"He told Officer Gu that he wasn't sure if it was that person, but that he saw with his own eyes Yuan Jialiang and another person staying near the ancient temple, and they both went in."
"Later, he found that the mysterious person left in a hurry. What happened after that? He didn't know."
"It wasn't until later that I heard that a foreigner died on the mountain, and he was poisoned to death, so the boy went to double-check and found that the poisoned person was Yuan Jialiang."
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin also adjusted his breathing rhythm, and then said:
"The boy was a little scared. He knew that the person who left in a hurry might be the real culprit who poisoned Yuan Jialiang to death."
"That's why the little boy who was still picking wild mushrooms on the mountain at that time managed to find out Gu Chen's cell phone number and called him directly."
"Call... What did you call him for? Tell Officer Gu the real identity of the murderer?" Zhao Junbo said.
Zhao Changlin shook his head: "I'm not very clear, but I remember that after Officer Gu hung up the phone, he told us that this little boy was very timid, and he said that this person was an acquaintance he knew."
"This person has always lived in our Wangchao Town. He is afraid that after he tells the story, if the police do not have enough evidence to prove that this person is the real murderer, he is afraid that the murderer will seek revenge on him."
"Hehe." Hearing Zhao Changlin's remarks, Zhao Junbo also laughed dryly, and said in a bad mood:
"Is this little boy talking nonsense? Possibly a prank?"
"No." Zhao Changlin shook his head: "This little boy spent so much energy calling Gu Chen. It was definitely not as simple as a prank. Maybe he really knows who the real murderer of Yuan Jialiang is?"
"It's just that because of the fear of this kind of murder, he dared not reveal the name of the murderer at will."
"But the little boy was worried about his own safety, and he didn't want other policemen to know his true identity. So, the little boy told Gu Chen that he was going to a secret place at night, and he wanted to tell Gu Chen about it alone."
"Is there such a thing?" Hearing what his godfather Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo couldn't help but sneer and said, "This little boy picking mushrooms, has he watched too many spy war dramas?"
"Shouldn't you just tell Officer Gu about this kind of thing?"
"No." Zhao Changlin shook his head: "This little boy may have been scared out of his wits, and he has developed extreme distrust of the people around him."
"He even called Gu Chen's mobile phone number, which is a new anonymous number."
"Besides, the little boy also told Gu Chen directly that the murderer is a person from Wangchao Town, and he still knows him."
"So, the little boy wants to ask Gu Chen to meet and tell him the truth of the matter, but the place of the meeting cannot be the police station."
"Hehe, there is such an operation?" It felt a little unbelievable, but Zhao Junbo was also very nervous, and hurriedly said:
"Then what did Officer Gu say? Is he planning to go to the meeting alone?"
"It can be understood in this way." Zhao Changlin said.
"Do the other policemen know?" Zhao Junbo asked.
Zhao Changlin snorted coldly: "Everyone must know this. Gu Chen knows the news, and everyone is in the office again."
"Because Gu Chen answered the phone before, in order to make it easier for colleagues to understand the situation, the phone accidentally clicked on speakerphone."
"So, in the office at that time, not only the policemen, but even I heard the content of the phone call."
"What is it?" Zhao Junbo said.
"The little boy asked him to meet at the lotus pond in the northwest corner of Wangchao Town, and he asked Gu Chen to wait for him in the gazebo at the other end of the lotus pond."
"So... Gu Chen is going to go tonight?" Zhao Junbo said.
Zhao Changlin glanced at Zhao Junbo, and said with complicated eyes: "Gu Chen went back. In order to keep their promise, the other policemen decided to wait for the news outside, but they would not follow Gu Chen, lest the little boy choose to escape because of excessive fright. "
"After all, this is the only information that the police have on the murderer of Yuan Jialiang. We all don't want to miss this opportunity."
Also listening to Zhao Changlin talking here, Zhao Junbo, who was standing there listening, also had complicated eyes at this moment.
He looked at Zhao Changlin in front of him, and asked coldly, "Godfather, could this be a trap set up by the police? Could it be that this little boy didn't exist at all?"
It was also when Zhao Junbo's voice fell, Zhao Changlin also looked at Zhao Junbo in amazement.
"Godfather, in fact, you have been doubting me, right?" At this moment, Zhao Junbo looked at Zhao Changlin with complicated eyes, and said in a heavy tone:
"Perhaps, this little boy doesn't exist at all. The police said to meet him, maybe it's a trap?"
"Their goal may be me, right? They don't trust me, so they sent you here to reveal the news so that I can fall into the trap, right?"
Zhao Junbo walked towards Zhao Changlin in front of him step by step, and his eyes gradually became a little ferocious.
Zhao Changlin took two tactical steps back, and said in a heavy tone, "Junbo, why do you think so?"
"Godfather, you are just doubting me, right? I don't trust me?" Zhao Junbo leaned forward at this moment, staring at Zhao Changlin with stern eyes.
There seemed to be deep unwillingness in those eyes.
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"I hope all this is not true, but if it is true, I will face it bravely." Hearing Gu Chen's words, Zhao Changlin could no longer restrain his inner depression.
You know, this is the reality I am least willing to accept, but all this seems to be happening.
The adopted son, Zhao Junbo, seems to be connected with the murderer no matter from which angle he investigates.
Zhao Changlin is no longer attached, he knows that there must be an explanation for his son Zhao Xiaobin's death.
But if Zhao Xiaobin was indeed killed by Zhao Junbo, then Zhao Changlin would never agree.
"Boss Zhao." Seeing that Zhao Changlin was too sad, Police Officer Wang also said comfortingly:
"There are some things that I don't know how to say. After all, this Zhao Junbo and Zhao Xiaobin are both your sons, but it's really chilling for brothers to kill each other."
"But sometimes, you have to keep your eyes open. If Zhao Junbo is really what we said, he is the murderer. That door, sometimes, it is necessary to kill relatives righteously. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Of course I understand." Facing Police Officer Wang's crazy suggestion, how could Zhao Changlin not understand?
At this moment, Zhao Changlin also let out a long sigh, and then murmured: "You want me to cooperate with the investigation and find evidence of Zhao Junbo's crime together, right?"
"That's right." Seeing that Zhao Changlin was very clear, Lu Weiwei hurriedly said again: "If this Zhao Junbo is really a murderer, then the layout of all this shows that he has thought carefully."
"It would be impossible for him to confess obediently without much evidence to support it."
"So, sometimes, we have to use some extraordinary measures."
"You... what are the extraordinary means you are talking about?" Zhao Changlin didn't seem to understand.
Lu Weiwei glanced at Gu Chen, and Gu Chen replied seriously: "We need to lure the snake out of the hole. If all the clues point to Zhao Junbo, but the evidence is insufficient, then we must force him to enter our trap."
The reason why Gu Chen said this is because he clearly knows that Zhao Junbo is actually not easy to deal with.
Now Gu Chen is also 80% confident that the murderer is Zhao Junbo.
But now, if the murderer wants to show his flaws, he still needs to use the trick of luring the snake out of the hole.
Of course, Gu Chen's team has also tried and tested this trick repeatedly in the previous cases.
It is to grasp the characteristics of the suspect's fear and fear, and adopt the method of leading the snake out of the hole, so that the suspect himself falls into the trap.
In this way, many unnecessary troubles are saved.
"Officer Gu, what should we do? Tell me." Zhao Changlin could see at this moment that Gu Chen actually had a solution, but he just needed to cooperate.
Therefore, Zhao Changlin urged Gu Chen.
Gu Chen looked around and saw that the doors in the office were closed, so he signaled everyone to move closer to him.
Afterwards, Gu Chen said slowly: "If the murderer is Zhao Junbo, then Yuan Jialiang was probably killed by him, and the relationship between the two acquaintances can also be deduced."
"After all, Zhao Junbo and Xiao Mengqi have a very good relationship, and they almost became lovers."
"And Yuan Jialiang has been pursuing Xiao Mengqi hard, and Xiao Mengqi is the bond between the two of them."
"If our reasoning was correct before, Yuan Jialiang and Xiao Mengqi might have been among those who murdered your son Zhao Xiaobin 15 years ago."
Seeing Zhao Changlin's brow raised, Gu Chen said again: "Of course, Yuan Jialiang and Xiao Mengqi may just be accomplices, but at least it shows that the three of them knew each other back then, and they may have a good relationship."
"Zhao Junbo killed Zhao Xiaobin, and Xiao Mengqi and Yuan Jialiang were responsible for assisting in disposing of the body."
"Later, Xiao Mengqi died strangely, and now Yuan Jialiang was also poisoned to death."
"Judging from the signs of Yuan Jialiang's poisoning in the room, he did not have a fierce fight with anyone before his death, but was poisoned and murdered unknowingly."
"But would Yuan Jialiang drink the poisoned drink easily? I don't think so. Perhaps in the conversations with acquaintances later, the murderer was subtle, and then he caught Yuan Jialiang's drink with poison, and finally achieved his goal of murdering Yuan Jialiang."
"But right now, the cause of Yuan Jialiang's death and related clues are still not available to collect, but we can use this to lure him out of the hole."
"If there are no conditions, create conditions."
"No... no conditions, just create conditions?" Facing Gu Chen's remarks, Zhao Changlin seemed a little confused, so he hurriedly asked Gu Chen, "Officer Gu, what do you mean by creating conditions? "
"Create a witness and let Zhao Junbo take the bait." Gu Chen said.
Zhao Changlin looked shocked and said: "Make... create witnesses? Is... is this reliable? How to do it?"
It feels like the police still have this set? Zhao Changlin expressed that he was shocked, but at the same time looking forward to it.
After all, he couldn't let go of the death of his son Zhao Xiaobin for a long time.
In fact, in Zhao Changlin's heart, he has made up his mind to avenge his son Zhao Xiaobin.
No matter who the other party is? Even if it is a godson, he will not hesitate.
Therefore, Zhao Changlin now wants to know the truth more urgently than anyone else.
And Gu Chen just gave this kind of condition, which made Zhao Changlin very urgent.
"Do this specifically." Gu Chen took a deep breath and said calmly:
"We assume that the murderer murdered Yuan Jialiang in a relatively deserted environment, that is, there were no witnesses."
"In this way, the murderer can escape undisturbed after committing the crime."
"But if witnesses find out, then everything the murderer has done will be exposed. As long as the witnesses report the crime to the police, the murderer will be brought to justice on the spot."
"So, you want to create a witness?" Zhao Changlin said.
Gu Chen nodded silently: "That's right, we want to create a witness, and such a witness cannot immediately report to our police."
"Why?" Zhao Changlin was puzzled.
Lu Weiwei on the side said angrily: "Why? If this non-existent witness chooses to protect us from the police, is there still a need for this drama? No need."
"Our purpose of creating this witness is to lure the snake out of the hole."
"Yes...is that so?" Zhao Changlin, who was dazzled by anger, finally realized it at this moment.
He quickly patted his head, and then asked again: "Then Officer Gu, what should I do?"
"That's it." Gu Chen paused, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he said again:
"We assume that this witness may be a child, because he was on the mountain and accidentally saw the scene of Yuan Jialiang's murder."
"Or, he noticed that the murderer was with Yuan Jialiang, but he didn't notice at that time."
"It wasn't until later that the police discovered that Yuan Jialiang had been poisoned in the temple on that mountain after that person had left. Then he felt that that person might be the murderer."
"So, after the murderer left, the witness followed along secretly and discovered the identity of the murderer."
"But he has been hesitating, should he call the police? But he was afraid that after calling the police, the murderer would find out and seek revenge from him, so he asked me to go to a secret place alone, because that person only trusted me."
"So, Officer Gu means that you want to use yourself as a bait?" Zhao Changlin seemed to understand what Gu Chen meant.
Gu Chen nodded silently: "Let's assume that this witness is very young, a child."
"So, when faced with this kind of thing for the first time, there was a difficulty in choosing."
"But because you believed in me, you asked me to go to a secret place alone."
"But..." Hearing what Gu Chen said, Zhao Changlin hesitated, and quickly raised his head and said, "But, will Zhao Junbo believe it? He is a very smart person, I'm afraid..."
"Of course he won't believe it." Seeing Zhao Changlin's questioning, Gu Chen said with a smile: "I asked you to let the wind out and tell Zhao Junbo about it casually."
"With Zhao Junbo's suspicious personality, he will definitely not believe it. Not only will he not believe it, but he must also know that it is the police and you who are testing him together."
"I just want him to have doubts about you, so from the very beginning, this is not a simple problem of witnesses, but a problem of trust between Zhao Junbo and you."
"Is that so?" Seeing that Gu Chen's plan was linked one after the other, Zhao Changlin hesitated for a moment, and then asked Gu Chen: "Then...then what should I do specifically?"
"You are like this." Gu Chen moved closer to Zhao Changlin's ear and began to introduce his plan in a low voice.
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9:20 p.m.
Zhao Changlin drove the car to his residence, a small villa with a courtyard in the town.
This is the residence that Zhao Changlin rented. His family has lived here for many years. Because of the large number of rooms, his adopted son Zhao Junbo also lives here.
At this moment, the lights in the hall are still on.
In the living room, the TV series "Latent" is playing on the TV.
However, Zhao Junbo did not put his mind on the TV, but sat quietly on the sofa.
There was a cup of instant coffee in front of him.
It was also after hearing the sound of a vehicle engine in the courtyard that Zhao Junbo recovered from his drowsy state and immediately walked towards the door.
Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin getting off the car, Zhao Junbo hurried forward, supported Zhao Changlin and said, "Godfather, what is the matter with the police looking for you so late? Why did you let you go there alone?"
"Nothing?" Zhao Changlin walked directly to the living room with a tired look.
Seeing this, Zhao Junbo quickly poured him a glass of water.
"Where's your mother?" Zhao Changlin asked.
"Take your grandson and go shopping in the city. I guess you will live in the city tonight." Zhao Junbo said.
"That is to say, tonight, only our father and son are at home?" Zhao Changlin said.
Zhao Junbo smiled: "Godfather, what happened to you tonight?"
Facing Zhao Junbo's question, Zhao Changlin looked at him without changing his face, which made Zhao Changlin very uncomfortable.
It was also a little embarrassing to be seen by the old man, so Zhao Junbo quickly looked away, picked up the coffee on the coffee table, put it in his mouth and sipped it, and then asked again:
"By the way, godfather, the police are looking for you, and they even know that they want to look for you alone. What's the matter?"
"It's your brother Zhao Xiaobin." Zhao Changlin said.
"Brother...Brother?" Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo seemed to have guessed the truth.
After all, the body found from the mountain was finally taken away by the forensic doctor.
Moreover, the godfather Zhao Changlin also took a DNA sample. Obviously, this was to match and verify the specific identity of the corpse.
But now that Zhao Changlin said this, Zhao Junbo could guess with his toes, what happened to the corpse?
But Zhao Junbo still took the initiative to ask: "Is that the corpse?"
"Yes, the identity of the corpse has been confirmed." Zhao Changlin said.
Zhao Junbo's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "So, that corpse really belongs to my brother Zhao Xiaobin?"
"En." Zhao Changlin closed his eyes and nodded fiercely.
At this moment, Zhao Changlin's nose was sore, and his tears couldn't stop flowing out.
"How could it be? Brother Zhao Xiaobin, how could it be that charred corpse? How could this be?"
Zhao Junbo also seemed unbelievable, shaking his head like a rattle.
After a while, he calmed down, and quickly asked Zhao Changlin again: "Godfather, so, is all this true? My brother is that charred corpse?"
"That's right." Zhao Changlin took a deep breath, and said with great sadness, "The police sent me there because they wanted to tell me the truth."
"After testing by their forensic team, the facts are very clear. That corpse is Zhao Xiaobin."
"As for the fire that happened in the sponge factory next door, it wasn't the homeless artist from Hubei that burned to death, but my son Zhao Xiaobin."
Having said this, Zhao Changlin covered his face with his hands, and suddenly burst into tears.
Zhao Junbo also took a deep breath, quickly handed the tea to Zhao Changlin, and comforted him: "Godfather, you... don't get excited, you are not in good health, so don't get too excited."
"If brother Zhao Xiaobin is the body that was burned to death, then there must be a reason for it, yes, that wandering artist?"
What did Zhao Junbo seem to think of? So he hurriedly said again: "My brother Zhao Xiaobin, maybe he was killed by that wandering artist."
"And that wandering entertainer, after killing my brother Zhao Xiaobin, may have changed his clothes on my brother Zhao Xiaobin's body, using my brother's body to pretend to be himself."
"Huh?" Zhao Changlin raised his brows when he saw that Zhao Junbo was speaking in a logical manner, and asked back, "Junbo, why do you think so?"
"Because, haven't you already confirmed it? The charred corpse buried on the mountain for 15 years is my brother Zhao Xiaobin?"
"You think, that night, my brother beat me up, offended everyone in the factory, and went berserk. After all, he was already very drunk at that time."
"And in the end, you came over and gave him a slap in the face, making him wake up briefly."
"After he left, he might still be angry. Maybe he ran into that wandering artist playing the erhu in Wangchao Town."
"My brother, who was angry, might have a disagreement, so he started a fight with that wandering artist."
"Then accidentally, the wandering entertainer beat my brother to death, and then in order to avoid responsibility, he staged a trick and then disappeared, is that right?"
Seeing Zhao Junbo talking here for a long time, Zhao Changlin asked him curiously: "Junbo, why do you think so?"
"Ah? Isn't it?" Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin's complicated expression, Zhao Junbo asked again.
"I don't know either." Zhao Changlin shook his head and said meaningfully:
"However, the police chatted with me for a long time at night and comforted me for a long time. They helped me sort out the case. I felt that Xiaobin's death might be related to the foreigner who was poisoned to death some time ago."
After a pause, Zhao Changlin also pretended to think: "What's the name of that person? It's the person who was poisoned to death on the mountain..."
"Yuan Jialiang?" Zhao Junbo blurted out, and quickly said, "Is it Yuan Jialiang? I remember hearing this name from the police."
"Yes, it is Yuan Jialiang." It was also reminded by Zhao Junbo that Zhao Changlin suddenly realized, and hurriedly said:
"The police told me that Xiaobin's death may have something to do with this Yuan Jialiang."
"After all, Yuan Jialiang had been in other provinces before, but during this time, he suddenly came to Wangchao Town, Jiangnan City."
"Besides, Yuan Jialiang stayed at the Wangchao Town Hotel for more than ten days at a time."
"In the past ten days, Yuan Jialiang didn't go anywhere, but went to that mountain to sacrifice to that wild grave."
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin asked again: "Junbo, let me ask you, this Yuan Jialiang, he is very good, why did he go to the mountain to worship that wild grave?"
"This wild tomb existed on that mountain, not for a day or two, but for 15 years."
"And the person buried in the wild grave is none other than your brother Zhao Xiaobin."
"Yuan Jialiang is a foreigner. As soon as he came here, he went straight to the grave. Obviously, he knew that the one buried in the grave was not the wandering entertainer, but you, Zhao Xiaobin."
"Yes...is it?" Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo's heart skipped a beat, and he said quickly:
"Then Yuan Jialiang, could it be that he was the murderer who killed my brother Zhao Xiaobin?"
"Maybe." Zhao Changlin picked up the tea, put it in his mouth and took a sip, and then he said again:
"The police told me that Yuan Jialiang, who was poisoned to death, may be aware of what happened that year."
"Possibly, Xiaobin's death was related to him, maybe he was killed by him, or maybe this Yuan Jialiang was a part of the murderer, and they must have been more than one person at the time."
"More than one person? Haha, no way?" Zhao Changlin, who is also a godfather, said so, and Zhao Junbo suddenly felt a little puzzled.
But Zhao Changlin didn't care about this, and explained to Zhao Junbo directly based on what Gu Chen told him:
"The police officer Gu said that according to their team's deduction, this Yuan Jialiang may be one of the murderers who murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin back then."
"So Yuan Jialiang knows who is buried in that tomb?"
"However, in the process of transferring the bones this time, the police found things on the side of the coffin and at the new location where the bodies were buried, with ghost head patterns."
"And this kind of thing may be the evidence that Yuan Jialiang deliberately left for the police."
"Leave... the evidence for the police?" Zhao Junbo was dumbfounded at this moment.
He didn't know what godfather Zhao Changlin was communicating with the police at the Wangchao Town Police Station?
But the news that came out of Zhao Changlin's mouth made Zhao Junbo feel more frightened than the other.
It seems that every piece of information is enough to subvert the existence of cognition.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently, and said earnestly: "The police officer Gu told me that Yuan Jialiang might have been one of the people who participated in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin, but for some reason, he might want to tell the police about it."
"But because he was involved in this kind of thing back then, Yuan Jialiang didn't want to go to the police station to make a report. Instead, he took the method of providing clues so that the police could find the ghost king cartoon."
After a pause, Zhao Changlin approached Zhao Junbo and whispered in Zhao Junbo's ear, "Do you still know Xiao Mengqi, the daughter of the old Xiao family?"
"Ah?" As soon as Zhao Changlin heard the words, Zhao Junbo, who reacted a little slower, shrank back in fright, and said with a dazed expression:
"I know... I know, Xiao Mengqi, didn't she come to our factory as a summer worker before? Her father also worked in our factory for a while."
"You still chased her, right?" Zhao Changlin pointed at Zhao Junbo.
"Haha." Hearing his godfather's remarks, Zhao Junbo scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and then said a little embarrassedly:
"It... how many years have passed, godfather, do you still remember?"
"How could I not remember?" Zhao Changlin sighed, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that such a good girl committed suicide by jumping into the river because of emotional problems."
"But the saddest thing is that he committed suicide by jumping into the river because of his ex-boyfriend, and it has nothing to do with you, Zhao Junbo."
After finishing speaking, Zhao Changlin subconsciously glanced at Zhao Junbo beside him.
Zhao Junbo is also in the awkward group. At this moment, I don't know why godfather Zhao Changlin suddenly mentioned this?
However, Zhao Junbo still begrudgingly said: "Actually, it's just that we have no fate. Besides, I don't have a high degree of education and haven't read any books, so people may look down on me."
"Nonsense, it's you who didn't live up to it." Seeing Zhao Junbo blaming himself, Zhao Changlin also corrected him.
Seeing that Zhao Junbo just laughed dryly to resolve his embarrassment, Zhao Changlin said again at this time:
"Unfortunately, that Xiao Mengqi committed suicide by jumping into the river, but the police told me that Xiao Mengqi might not have committed suicide."
"Wh... what? Didn't he commit suicide?" Zhao Junbo was shocked by his godfather's words again, and Zhao Junbo became uneasy.
So Zhao Junbo quickly asked Zhao Changlin again: "Godfather, what did these policemen investigate? How did they know that this Xiao Mengqi didn't commit suicide by jumping into a river? How did they know?"
"Why are you nervous?" Seeing that Zhao Junbo's reaction was too intense, Zhao Changlin also said it casually.
Hearing Zhao Changlin's words, Zhao Junbo, who was flustered, hurriedly tried to calm down, and said:
"This... Isn't this curious? You also know that I have a good relationship with Xiao Mengqi. When she committed suicide by jumping into the river, I often cried secretly at night."
"After all, I also liked her. I don't think it's worth it for her to die for her ex-boyfriend."
"But now, you're telling me again, Xiao Mengqi didn't commit suicide by jumping into the river, was she murdered?"
"En." Zhao Changlin sighed softly, then put his hands on his knees, tried to stand up, and walked back and forth in the hall.
When he came to the window of the hall, Zhao Changlin looked back at Zhao Junbo who was sitting on the sofa, and then said:
"Officer Gu told me that there was something strange about Xiao Mengqi's death back then, because the person who said he died in love has not been found yet."
"Besides, they also asked Lao Xiao, who is Xiao Mengqi's father, and Lao Xiao also felt that he was being led into rhythm."
"Why...why do you say that?" Zhao Junbo still didn't quite understand, but he also stood up and walked to Zhao Changlin.
Zhao Changlin turned around and said, "Because Officer Gu and the others not only checked with Lao Xiao about the situation back then, they also found Xiao Mengqi's college roommate back then."
"I also learned from that college roommate that just the night before Xiao Mengqi's death, she talked with that college roommate about her travel plans, and the two even agreed on a specific time."
"But on the second day, Xiao Mengqi died in the river without any warning, and the so-called witnesses saw Xiao Mengqi jumping into the river by herself, which is completely false."
"Because until now, no one has admitted that he was the one who saw Xiao Mengqi jump into the river by herself."
After a pause, Zhao Changlin said again: "Besides, there were not only rumors that Xiao Mengqi jumped into the river by herself, but also rumors that she committed suicide because her boyfriend was dating other women, so Xiao Mengqi was blocked for a while and couldn't get angry."
"That's why I decided to commit suicide by jumping into the river, but this statement is also farting."
"Because Xiao Mengqi and her ex-boyfriend have already broken up."
"After the breakup, Xiao Mengqi devoted herself to creating her own comics, and even made some achievements."
"But when someone is successful and famous, will he still choose to commit suicide? You suddenly started to live well, why did you commit suicide?"
"Uh……"
Hearing what godfather Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo froze on the spot, not knowing how to answer this question for a while.
Zhao Changlin turned around, looked straight at Zhao Junbo and said, "Junbo, maybe you still don't know that Yuan Jialiang, who was poisoned to death on the mountain some time ago, is actually a college alumnus with Xiao Mengqi."
"Besides, both of them are in the class next door, and they have a good relationship. Yuan Jialiang even pursued Xiao Mengqi when he was in school."
"What?" Hearing these remarks, Zhao Junbo was stunned, and repeated: "Yuan Jialiang pursued Xiao Mengqi? They are still college alumni? Are they on good terms? This... this... this confuses me." gone."
Zhao Junbo patted his head, panting heavily, "How is this possible? How could these two have such a relationship?"
"What? Are you surprised?" Seeing that Zhao Junbo was a little flustered at the moment, Zhao Changlin also asked casually.
"No, no, I was just thinking, isn't this relationship too complicated?" Zhao Junbo shook his head, as if he felt that his thinking was tied in a knot at this moment.
But Zhao Changlin replied calmly: "It's nothing? It's because Yuan Jialiang is very likely to be the murderer who killed your brother Zhao Xiaobin back then, and now he was poisoned to death."
"So, Officer Gu told me that all of this may have been done by the gang that murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin back then."
"And the person who killed Yuan Jialiang may also be the person who killed your brother Zhao Xiaobin at the same time."
"The murderer wanted to murder Yuan Jialiang, probably because he wanted to silence him."
"But, as you know, the relationship between Yuan Jialiang and Xiao Mengqi predestined that Xiao Mengqi might also be involved in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin back then."
"No way? Godfather, please let me calm down." It seemed that Zhao Changlin also told them.
Zhao Junbo rested his forehead with one hand, panting heavily, and then tried to calm down, and said:
"Xiao Mengqi and brother Zhao Xiaobin seem to have no grievances, why did she get involved?"
"Because of Yuan Jialiang." Zhao Changlin reminded.
"Yuan Jialiang? Could it be that he killed his brother Zhao Xiaobin to protect Yuan Jialiang?"
Seeing what Zhao Junbo said here, Zhao Changlin followed suit and continued, "It's very possible. Officer Gu told me that Xiao Mengqi is very likely to have participated in the fire that happened in the warehouse of the sponge factory 15 years ago."
"Because, if there is only one murderer, it seems to be very difficult for the murderer to commit suicide alone."
"And after their police investigation of Yuan Jialiang, they feel that this Yuan Jialiang is definitely one of the culprits who murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin back then."
"And if he is really the murderer of my son, then as an alumnus, it's still a good relationship. Perhaps at that moment, Xiao Mengqi got hotheaded and felt that he should be protected."
"So, Xiao Mengqi decisively concealed the truth. Not only did she conceal the truth, but she also participated in the embedding of corpses, which caused my son Zhao Xiaobin to be mistaken for the corpse of a wandering entertainer. He was smeared in the house and buried on the mountain. 15 year."
Speaking of this, Zhao Changlin is also in tears at this moment, and the whole person is very sad.
Zhao Junbo secretly glanced at Zhao Changlin, and then quickly comforted him: "Godfather, I think there must be something strange about this matter."
"Isn't it?" Sitting back on the sofa in the living room again, Zhao Changlin took out a tissue, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said again:
"Officer Gu said that there may be three murderers, or in other words, there were three people who participated in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin."
"This Yuan Jialiang must be a serious participant, and Xiao Mengqi, perhaps because of his relationship with Yuan Jialiang, not only helped him conceal the murder, but also participated in the fire at the sponge factory."
"And the other murderer, the one who murdered Yuan Jialiang this time, may still be hiding in a secret corner at this moment."
"Is...really?" Zhao Junbo, who was a little nervous after hearing what the old man Zhao Changlin said, hurriedly asked:
"Then godfather, did Police Officer Gu tell you who the murderer of Yuan Jialiang was? Have they found any clues?"
"Of course." Hearing Zhao Junbo's question, Zhao Changlin raised his head and said thoughtfully:
"Originally, it was difficult for the police to find corresponding clues. After all, this murderer seems to be very professional."
"Although the police found in the kitchen of the ancient temple on that mountain that the poisonous substances that poisoned Yuan Jialiang remained in the tableware, they did not extract the murderer's fingerprints."
"It can be seen that the murderer is still very cautious, for fear that his killing of Yuan Jialiang will be discovered by others."
Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin talking here, Zhao Junbo on the side didn't dare to speak and just listened quietly.
But when the subject changed, Zhao Changlin said again: "Oh! But it just happened so coincidentally. Although the murderer was careful enough, he was not as good as God. He didn't know that his behavior had already been discovered."
"What? Was...discovered?"
Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo suddenly went crazy and said, "That is to say, is it possible for the police to find the murderer?"
"En." Zhao Changlin nodded slightly.
"Then... is there an eyewitness report?" Zhao Junbo asked again.
Zhao Changlin still nodded: "Yes, because just tonight, when I was chatting with them in the office, Officer Gu received a mysterious call."
"Officer Gu felt strange at the time, but from the accent, it can be heard that this is a young boy. It seems that when he went to play in the mountains, he accidentally ran into Yuan Jialiang with the murderer."
"But at that time, the boy didn't pay attention to these things at all. He just picked wild mushrooms in the forest on his own."
"Is...really?" Zhao Changlin also said so, and Zhao Junbo hurriedly asked:
"Then what happened later? The boy later, did he say anything to Officer Gu on the phone?"
"There are." Zhao Changlin nodded slightly, trying to remember and said:
"I remember the boy who was on the phone at the time seemed nervous as well."
"He told Officer Gu that he wasn't sure if it was that person, but that he saw with his own eyes Yuan Jialiang and another person staying near the ancient temple, and they both went in."
"Later, he found that the mysterious person left in a hurry. What happened after that? He didn't know."
"It wasn't until later that I heard that a foreigner died on the mountain, and he was poisoned to death, so the boy went to double-check and found that the poisoned person was Yuan Jialiang."
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin also adjusted his breathing rhythm, and then said:
"The boy was a little scared. He knew that the person who left in a hurry might be the real culprit who poisoned Yuan Jialiang to death."
"That's why the little boy who was still picking wild mushrooms on the mountain at that time managed to find out Gu Chen's cell phone number and called him directly."
"Call... What did you call him for? Tell Officer Gu the real identity of the murderer?" Zhao Junbo said.
Zhao Changlin shook his head: "I'm not very clear, but I remember that after Officer Gu hung up the phone, he told us that this little boy was very timid, and he said that this person was an acquaintance he knew."
"This person has always lived in our Wangchao Town. He is afraid that after he tells the story, if the police do not have enough evidence to prove that this person is the real murderer, he is afraid that the murderer will seek revenge on him."
"Hehe." Hearing Zhao Changlin's remarks, Zhao Junbo also laughed dryly, and said in a bad mood:
"Is this little boy talking nonsense? Possibly a prank?"
"No." Zhao Changlin shook his head: "This little boy spent so much energy calling Gu Chen. It was definitely not as simple as a prank. Maybe he really knows who the real murderer of Yuan Jialiang is?"
"It's just that because of the fear of this kind of murder, he dared not reveal the name of the murderer at will."
"But the little boy was worried about his own safety, and he didn't want other policemen to know his true identity. So, the little boy told Gu Chen that he was going to a secret place at night, and he wanted to tell Gu Chen about it alone."
"Is there such a thing?" Hearing what his godfather Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo couldn't help but sneer and said, "This little boy picking mushrooms, has he watched too many spy war dramas?"
"Shouldn't you just tell Officer Gu about this kind of thing?"
"No." Zhao Changlin shook his head: "This little boy may have been scared out of his wits, and he has developed extreme distrust of the people around him."
"He even called Gu Chen's mobile phone number, which is a new anonymous number."
"Besides, the little boy also told Gu Chen directly that the murderer is a person from Wangchao Town, and he still knows him."
"So, the little boy wants to ask Gu Chen to meet and tell him the truth of the matter, but the place of the meeting cannot be the police station."
"Hehe, there is such an operation?" It felt a little unbelievable, but Zhao Junbo was also very nervous, and hurriedly said:
"Then what did Officer Gu say? Is he planning to go to the meeting alone?"
"It can be understood in this way." Zhao Changlin said.
"Do the other policemen know?" Zhao Junbo asked.
Zhao Changlin snorted coldly: "Everyone must know this. Gu Chen knows the news, and everyone is in the office again."
"Because Gu Chen answered the phone before, in order to make it easier for colleagues to understand the situation, the phone accidentally clicked on speakerphone."
"So, in the office at that time, not only the policemen, but even I heard the content of the phone call."
"What is it?" Zhao Junbo said.
"The little boy asked him to meet at the lotus pond in the northwest corner of Wangchao Town, and he asked Gu Chen to wait for him in the gazebo at the other end of the lotus pond."
"So... Gu Chen is going to go tonight?" Zhao Junbo said.
Zhao Changlin glanced at Zhao Junbo, and said with complicated eyes: "Gu Chen went back. In order to keep their promise, the other policemen decided to wait for the news outside, but they would not follow Gu Chen, lest the little boy choose to escape because of excessive fright. "
"After all, this is the only information that the police have on the murderer of Yuan Jialiang. We all don't want to miss this opportunity."
Also listening to Zhao Changlin talking here, Zhao Junbo, who was standing there listening, also had complicated eyes at this moment.
He looked at Zhao Changlin in front of him, and asked coldly, "Godfather, could this be a trap set up by the police? Could it be that this little boy didn't exist at all?"
It was also when Zhao Junbo's voice fell, Zhao Changlin also looked at Zhao Junbo in amazement.
"Godfather, in fact, you have been doubting me, right?" At this moment, Zhao Junbo looked at Zhao Changlin with complicated eyes, and said in a heavy tone:
"Perhaps, this little boy doesn't exist at all. The police said to meet him, maybe it's a trap?"
"Their goal may be me, right? They don't trust me, so they sent you here to reveal the news so that I can fall into the trap, right?"
Zhao Junbo walked towards Zhao Changlin in front of him step by step, and his eyes gradually became a little ferocious.
Zhao Changlin took two tactical steps back, and said in a heavy tone, "Junbo, why do you think so?"
"Godfather, you are just doubting me, right? I don't trust me?" Zhao Junbo leaned forward at this moment, staring at Zhao Changlin with stern eyes.
There seemed to be deep unwillingness in those eyes.
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"I hope all this is not true, but if it is true, I will face it bravely." Hearing Gu Chen's words, Zhao Changlin could no longer restrain his inner depression. You know, this is the reality I am least willing to accept, but all this seems to be happening. The adopted son, Zhao Junbo, seems to be connected with the murderer no matter from which angle he investigates. Zhao Changlin is no longer attached, he knows that there must be an explanation for his son Zhao Xiaobin's death. But if Zhao Xiaobin was indeed killed by Zhao Junbo, then Zhao Changlin would never agree. "Boss Zhao." Seeing that Zhao Changlin was too sad, Police Officer Wang also said comfortingly: "There are some things that I don't know how to say. After all, this Zhao Junbo and Zhao Xiaobin are both your sons, but it's really chilling for brothers to kill each other." "But sometimes, you have to keep your eyes open. If Zhao Junbo is really what we said, he is the murderer. That door, sometimes, it is necessary to kill relatives righteously. Do you understand what I mean?" "Of course I understand." Facing Police Officer Wang's crazy suggestion, how could Zhao Changlin not understand? At this moment, Zhao Changlin also let out a long sigh, and then murmured: "You want me to cooperate with the investigation and find evidence of Zhao Junbo's crime together, right?" "That's right." Seeing that Zhao Changlin was very clear, Lu Weiwei hurriedly said again: "If this Zhao Junbo is really a murderer, then the layout of all this shows that he has thought carefully." "It would be impossible for him to confess obediently without much evidence to support it." "So, sometimes, we have to use some extraordinary measures." "You... what are the extraordinary means you are talking about?" Zhao Changlin didn't seem to understand. Lu Weiwei glanced at Gu Chen, and Gu Chen replied seriously: "We need to lure the snake out of the hole. If all the clues point to Zhao Junbo, but the evidence is insufficient, then we must force him to enter our trap." The reason why Gu Chen said this is because he clearly knows that Zhao Junbo is actually not easy to deal with. Now Gu Chen is also 80% confident that the murderer is Zhao Junbo. But now, if the murderer wants to show his flaws, he still needs to use the trick of luring the snake out of the hole. Of course, Gu Chen's team has also tried and tested this trick repeatedly in the previous cases. It is to grasp the characteristics of the suspect's fear and fear, and adopt the method of leading the snake out of the hole, so that the suspect himself falls into the trap. In this way, many unnecessary troubles are saved. "Officer Gu, what should we do? Tell me." Zhao Changlin could see at this moment that Gu Chen actually had a solution, but he just needed to cooperate. Therefore, Zhao Changlin urged Gu Chen. Gu Chen looked around and saw that the doors in the office were closed, so he signaled everyone to move closer to him. Afterwards, Gu Chen said slowly: "If the murderer is Zhao Junbo, then Yuan Jialiang was probably killed by him, and the relationship between the two acquaintances can also be deduced." "After all, Zhao Junbo and Xiao Mengqi have a very good relationship, and they almost became lovers." "And Yuan Jialiang has been pursuing Xiao Mengqi hard, and Xiao Mengqi is the bond between the two of them." "If our reasoning was correct before, Yuan Jialiang and Xiao Mengqi might have been among those who murdered your son Zhao Xiaobin 15 years ago." Seeing Zhao Changlin's brow raised, Gu Chen said again: "Of course, Yuan Jialiang and Xiao Mengqi may just be accomplices, but at least it shows that the three of them knew each other back then, and they may have a good relationship." "Zhao Junbo killed Zhao Xiaobin, and Xiao Mengqi and Yuan Jialiang were responsible for assisting in disposing of the body." "Later, Xiao Mengqi died strangely, and now Yuan Jialiang was also poisoned to death." "Judging from the signs of Yuan Jialiang's poisoning in the room, he did not have a fierce fight with anyone before his death, but was poisoned and murdered unknowingly." "But would Yuan Jialiang drink the poisoned drink easily? I don't think so. Perhaps in the conversations with acquaintances later, the murderer was subtle, and then he caught Yuan Jialiang's drink with poison, and finally achieved his goal of murdering Yuan Jialiang." "But right now, the cause of Yuan Jialiang's death and related clues are still not available to collect, but we can use this to lure him out of the hole." "If there are no conditions, create conditions." "No... no conditions, just create conditions?" Facing Gu Chen's remarks, Zhao Changlin seemed a little confused, so he hurriedly asked Gu Chen, "Officer Gu, what do you mean by creating conditions? " "Create a witness and let Zhao Junbo take the bait." Gu Chen said. Zhao Changlin looked shocked and said: "Make... create witnesses? Is... is this reliable? How to do it?" It feels like the police still have this set? Zhao Changlin expressed that he was shocked, but at the same time looking forward to it. After all, he couldn't let go of the death of his son Zhao Xiaobin for a long time. In fact, in Zhao Changlin's heart, he has made up his mind to avenge his son Zhao Xiaobin. No matter who the other party is? Even if it is a godson, he will not hesitate. Therefore, Zhao Changlin now wants to know the truth more urgently than anyone else. And Gu Chen just gave this kind of condition, which made Zhao Changlin very urgent. "Do this specifically." Gu Chen took a deep breath and said calmly: "We assume that the murderer murdered Yuan Jialiang in a relatively deserted environment, that is, there were no witnesses." "In this way, the murderer can escape undisturbed after committing the crime." "But if witnesses find out, then everything the murderer has done will be exposed. As long as the witnesses report the crime to the police, the murderer will be brought to justice on the spot." "So, you want to create a witness?" Zhao Changlin said. Gu Chen nodded silently: "That's right, we want to create a witness, and such a witness cannot immediately report to our police." "Why?" Zhao Changlin was puzzled. Lu Weiwei on the side said angrily: "Why? If this non-existent witness chooses to protect us from the police, is there still a need for this drama? No need." "Our purpose of creating this witness is to lure the snake out of the hole." "Yes...is that so?" Zhao Changlin, who was dazzled by anger, finally realized it at this moment. He quickly patted his head, and then asked again: "Then Officer Gu, what should I do?" "That's it." Gu Chen paused, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he said again: "We assume that this witness may be a child, because he was on the mountain and accidentally saw the scene of Yuan Jialiang's murder." "Or, he noticed that the murderer was with Yuan Jialiang, but he didn't notice at that time." "It wasn't until later that the police discovered that Yuan Jialiang had been poisoned in the temple on that mountain after that person had left. Then he felt that that person might be the murderer." "So, after the murderer left, the witness followed along secretly and discovered the identity of the murderer." "But he has been hesitating, should he call the police? But he was afraid that after calling the police, the murderer would find out and seek revenge from him, so he asked me to go to a secret place alone, because that person only trusted me." "So, Officer Gu means that you want to use yourself as a bait?" Zhao Changlin seemed to understand what Gu Chen meant. Gu Chen nodded silently: "Let's assume that this witness is very young, a child." "So, when faced with this kind of thing for the first time, there was a difficulty in choosing." "But because you believed in me, you asked me to go to a secret place alone." "But..." Hearing what Gu Chen said, Zhao Changlin hesitated, and quickly raised his head and said, "But, will Zhao Junbo believe it? He is a very smart person, I'm afraid..." "Of course he won't believe it." Seeing Zhao Changlin's questioning, Gu Chen said with a smile: "I asked you to let the wind out and tell Zhao Junbo about it casually." "With Zhao Junbo's suspicious personality, he will definitely not believe it. Not only will he not believe it, but he must also know that it is the police and you who are testing him together." "I just want him to have doubts about you, so from the very beginning, this is not a simple problem of witnesses, but a problem of trust between Zhao Junbo and you." "Is that so?" Seeing that Gu Chen's plan was linked one after the other, Zhao Changlin hesitated for a moment, and then asked Gu Chen: "Then...then what should I do specifically?" "You are like this." Gu Chen moved closer to Zhao Changlin's ear and began to introduce his plan in a low voice. ... ... 9:20 p.m. Zhao Changlin drove the car to his residence, a small villa with a courtyard in the town. This is the residence that Zhao Changlin rented. His family has lived here for many years. Because of the large number of rooms, his adopted son Zhao Junbo also lives here. At this moment, the lights in the hall are still on. In the living room, the TV series "Latent" is playing on the TV. However, Zhao Junbo did not put his mind on the TV, but sat quietly on the sofa. There was a cup of instant coffee in front of him. It was also after hearing the sound of a vehicle engine in the courtyard that Zhao Junbo recovered from his drowsy state and immediately walked towards the door. Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin getting off the car, Zhao Junbo hurried forward, supported Zhao Changlin and said, "Godfather, what is the matter with the police looking for you so late? Why did you let you go there alone?" "Nothing?" Zhao Changlin walked directly to the living room with a tired look. Seeing this, Zhao Junbo quickly poured him a glass of water. "Where's your mother?" Zhao Changlin asked. "Take your grandson and go shopping in the city. I guess you will live in the city tonight." Zhao Junbo said. "That is to say, tonight, only our father and son are at home?" Zhao Changlin said. Zhao Junbo smiled: "Godfather, what happened to you tonight?" Facing Zhao Junbo's question, Zhao Changlin looked at him without changing his face, which made Zhao Changlin very uncomfortable. It was also a little embarrassing to be seen by the old man, so Zhao Junbo quickly looked away, picked up the coffee on the coffee table, put it in his mouth and sipped it, and then asked again: "By the way, godfather, the police are looking for you, and they even know that they want to look for you alone. What's the matter?" "It's your brother Zhao Xiaobin." Zhao Changlin said. "Brother...Brother?" Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo seemed to have guessed the truth. After all, the body found from the mountain was finally taken away by the forensic doctor. Moreover, the godfather Zhao Changlin also took a DNA sample. Obviously, this was to match and verify the specific identity of the corpse. But now that Zhao Changlin said this, Zhao Junbo could guess with his toes, what happened to the corpse? But Zhao Junbo still took the initiative to ask: "Is that the corpse?" "Yes, the identity of the corpse has been confirmed." Zhao Changlin said. Zhao Junbo's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "So, that corpse really belongs to my brother Zhao Xiaobin?" "En." Zhao Changlin closed his eyes and nodded fiercely. At this moment, Zhao Changlin's nose was sore, and his tears couldn't stop flowing out. "How could it be? Brother Zhao Xiaobin, how could it be that charred corpse? How could this be?" Zhao Junbo also seemed unbelievable, shaking his head like a rattle. After a while, he calmed down, and quickly asked Zhao Changlin again: "Godfather, so, is all this true? My brother is that charred corpse?" "That's right." Zhao Changlin took a deep breath, and said with great sadness, "The police sent me there because they wanted to tell me the truth." "After testing by their forensic team, the facts are very clear. That corpse is Zhao Xiaobin." "As for the fire that happened in the sponge factory next door, it wasn't the homeless artist from Hubei that burned to death, but my son Zhao Xiaobin." Having said this, Zhao Changlin covered his face with his hands, and suddenly burst into tears. Zhao Junbo also took a deep breath, quickly handed the tea to Zhao Changlin, and comforted him: "Godfather, you... don't get excited, you are not in good health, so don't get too excited." "If brother Zhao Xiaobin is the body that was burned to death, then there must be a reason for it, yes, that wandering artist?" What did Zhao Junbo seem to think of? So he hurriedly said again: "My brother Zhao Xiaobin, maybe he was killed by that wandering artist." "And that wandering entertainer, after killing my brother Zhao Xiaobin, may have changed his clothes on my brother Zhao Xiaobin's body, using my brother's body to pretend to be himself." "Huh?" Zhao Changlin raised his brows when he saw that Zhao Junbo was speaking in a logical manner, and asked back, "Junbo, why do you think so?" "Because, haven't you already confirmed it? The charred corpse buried on the mountain for 15 years is my brother Zhao Xiaobin?" "You think, that night, my brother beat me up, offended everyone in the factory, and went berserk. After all, he was already very drunk at that time." "And in the end, you came over and gave him a slap in the face, making him wake up briefly." "After he left, he might still be angry. Maybe he ran into that wandering artist playing the erhu in Wangchao Town." "My brother, who was angry, might have a disagreement, so he started a fight with that wandering artist." "Then accidentally, the wandering entertainer beat my brother to death, and then in order to avoid responsibility, he staged a trick and then disappeared, is that right?" Seeing Zhao Junbo talking here for a long time, Zhao Changlin asked him curiously: "Junbo, why do you think so?" "Ah? Isn't it?" Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin's complicated expression, Zhao Junbo asked again. "I don't know either." Zhao Changlin shook his head and said meaningfully: "However, the police chatted with me for a long time at night and comforted me for a long time. They helped me sort out the case. I felt that Xiaobin's death might be related to the foreigner who was poisoned to death some time ago." After a pause, Zhao Changlin also pretended to think: "What's the name of that person? It's the person who was poisoned to death on the mountain..." "Yuan Jialiang?" Zhao Junbo blurted out, and quickly said, "Is it Yuan Jialiang? I remember hearing this name from the police." "Yes, it is Yuan Jialiang." It was also reminded by Zhao Junbo that Zhao Changlin suddenly realized, and hurriedly said: "The police told me that Xiaobin's death may have something to do with this Yuan Jialiang." "After all, Yuan Jialiang had been in other provinces before, but during this time, he suddenly came to Wangchao Town, Jiangnan City." "Besides, Yuan Jialiang stayed at the Wangchao Town Hotel for more than ten days at a time." "In the past ten days, Yuan Jialiang didn't go anywhere, but went to that mountain to sacrifice to that wild grave." Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin asked again: "Junbo, let me ask you, this Yuan Jialiang, he is very good, why did he go to the mountain to worship that wild grave?" "This wild tomb existed on that mountain, not for a day or two, but for 15 years." "And the person buried in the wild grave is none other than your brother Zhao Xiaobin." "Yuan Jialiang is a foreigner. As soon as he came here, he went straight to the grave. Obviously, he knew that the one buried in the grave was not the wandering entertainer, but you, Zhao Xiaobin." "Yes...is it?" Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo's heart skipped a beat, and he said quickly: "Then Yuan Jialiang, could it be that he was the murderer who killed my brother Zhao Xiaobin?" "Maybe." Zhao Changlin picked up the tea, put it in his mouth and took a sip, and then he said again: "The police told me that Yuan Jialiang, who was poisoned to death, may be aware of what happened that year." "Possibly, Xiaobin's death was related to him, maybe he was killed by him, or maybe this Yuan Jialiang was a part of the murderer, and they must have been more than one person at the time." "More than one person? Haha, no way?" Zhao Changlin, who is also a godfather, said so, and Zhao Junbo suddenly felt a little puzzled. But Zhao Changlin didn't care about this, and explained to Zhao Junbo directly based on what Gu Chen told him: "The police officer Gu said that according to their team's deduction, this Yuan Jialiang may be one of the murderers who murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin back then." "So Yuan Jialiang knows who is buried in that tomb?" "However, in the process of transferring the bones this time, the police found things on the side of the coffin and at the new location where the bodies were buried, with ghost head patterns." "And this kind of thing may be the evidence that Yuan Jialiang deliberately left for the police." "Leave... the evidence for the police?" Zhao Junbo was dumbfounded at this moment. He didn't know what godfather Zhao Changlin was communicating with the police at the Wangchao Town Police Station? But the news that came out of Zhao Changlin's mouth made Zhao Junbo feel more frightened than the other. It seems that every piece of information is enough to subvert the existence of cognition. Zhao Changlin nodded silently, and said earnestly: "The police officer Gu told me that Yuan Jialiang might have been one of the people who participated in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin, but for some reason, he might want to tell the police about it." "But because he was involved in this kind of thing back then, Yuan Jialiang didn't want to go to the police station to make a report. Instead, he took the method of providing clues so that the police could find the ghost king cartoon." After a pause, Zhao Changlin approached Zhao Junbo and whispered in Zhao Junbo's ear, "Do you still know Xiao Mengqi, the daughter of the old Xiao family?" "Ah?" As soon as Zhao Changlin heard the words, Zhao Junbo, who reacted a little slower, shrank back in fright, and said with a dazed expression: "I know... I know, Xiao Mengqi, didn't she come to our factory as a summer worker before? Her father also worked in our factory for a while." "You still chased her, right?" Zhao Changlin pointed at Zhao Junbo. "Haha." Hearing his godfather's remarks, Zhao Junbo scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and then said a little embarrassedly: "It... how many years have passed, godfather, do you still remember?" "How could I not remember?" Zhao Changlin sighed, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that such a good girl committed suicide by jumping into the river because of emotional problems." "But the saddest thing is that he committed suicide by jumping into the river because of his ex-boyfriend, and it has nothing to do with you, Zhao Junbo." After finishing speaking, Zhao Changlin subconsciously glanced at Zhao Junbo beside him. Zhao Junbo is also in the awkward group. At this moment, I don't know why godfather Zhao Changlin suddenly mentioned this? However, Zhao Junbo still begrudgingly said: "Actually, it's just that we have no fate. Besides, I don't have a high degree of education and haven't read any books, so people may look down on me." "Nonsense, it's you who didn't live up to it." Seeing Zhao Junbo blaming himself, Zhao Changlin also corrected him. Seeing that Zhao Junbo just laughed dryly to resolve his embarrassment, Zhao Changlin said again at this time: "Unfortunately, that Xiao Mengqi committed suicide by jumping into the river, but the police told me that Xiao Mengqi might not have committed suicide." "Wh... what? Didn't he commit suicide?" Zhao Junbo was shocked by his godfather's words again, and Zhao Junbo became uneasy. So Zhao Junbo quickly asked Zhao Changlin again: "Godfather, what did these policemen investigate? How did they know that this Xiao Mengqi didn't commit suicide by jumping into a river? How did they know?" "Why are you nervous?" Seeing that Zhao Junbo's reaction was too intense, Zhao Changlin also said it casually. Hearing Zhao Changlin's words, Zhao Junbo, who was flustered, hurriedly tried to calm down, and said: "This... Isn't this curious? You also know that I have a good relationship with Xiao Mengqi. When she committed suicide by jumping into the river, I often cried secretly at night." "After all, I also liked her. I don't think it's worth it for her to die for her ex-boyfriend." "But now, you're telling me again, Xiao Mengqi didn't commit suicide by jumping into the river, was she murdered?" "En." Zhao Changlin sighed softly, then put his hands on his knees, tried to stand up, and walked back and forth in the hall. When he came to the window of the hall, Zhao Changlin looked back at Zhao Junbo who was sitting on the sofa, and then said: "Officer Gu told me that there was something strange about Xiao Mengqi's death back then, because the person who said he died in love has not been found yet." "Besides, they also asked Lao Xiao, who is Xiao Mengqi's father, and Lao Xiao also felt that he was being led into rhythm." "Why...why do you say that?" Zhao Junbo still didn't quite understand, but he also stood up and walked to Zhao Changlin. Zhao Changlin turned around and said, "Because Officer Gu and the others not only checked with Lao Xiao about the situation back then, they also found Xiao Mengqi's college roommate back then." "I also learned from that college roommate that just the night before Xiao Mengqi's death, she talked with that college roommate about her travel plans, and the two even agreed on a specific time." "But on the second day, Xiao Mengqi died in the river without any warning, and the so-called witnesses saw Xiao Mengqi jumping into the river by herself, which is completely false." "Because until now, no one has admitted that he was the one who saw Xiao Mengqi jump into the river by herself." After a pause, Zhao Changlin said again: "Besides, there were not only rumors that Xiao Mengqi jumped into the river by herself, but also rumors that she committed suicide because her boyfriend was dating other women, so Xiao Mengqi was blocked for a while and couldn't get angry." "That's why I decided to commit suicide by jumping into the river, but this statement is also farting." "Because Xiao Mengqi and her ex-boyfriend have already broken up." "After the breakup, Xiao Mengqi devoted herself to creating her own comics, and even made some achievements." "But when someone is successful and famous, will he still choose to commit suicide? You suddenly started to live well, why did you commit suicide?" "Uh" Hearing what godfather Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo froze on the spot, not knowing how to answer this question for a while. Zhao Changlin turned around, looked straight at Zhao Junbo and said, "Junbo, maybe you still don't know that Yuan Jialiang, who was poisoned to death on the mountain some time ago, is actually a college alumnus with Xiao Mengqi." "Besides, both of them are in the class next door, and they have a good relationship. Yuan Jialiang even pursued Xiao Mengqi when he was in school." "What?" Hearing these remarks, Zhao Junbo was stunned, and repeated: "Yuan Jialiang pursued Xiao Mengqi? They are still college alumni? Are they on good terms? This... this... this confuses me." gone." Zhao Junbo patted his head, panting heavily, "How is this possible? How could these two have such a relationship?" "What? Are you surprised?" Seeing that Zhao Junbo was a little flustered at the moment, Zhao Changlin also asked casually. "No, no, I was just thinking, isn't this relationship too complicated?" Zhao Junbo shook his head, as if he felt that his thinking was tied in a knot at this moment. But Zhao Changlin replied calmly: "It's nothing? It's because Yuan Jialiang is very likely to be the murderer who killed your brother Zhao Xiaobin back then, and now he was poisoned to death." "So, Officer Gu told me that all of this may have been done by the gang that murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin back then." "And the person who killed Yuan Jialiang may also be the person who killed your brother Zhao Xiaobin at the same time." "The murderer wanted to murder Yuan Jialiang, probably because he wanted to silence him." "But, as you know, the relationship between Yuan Jialiang and Xiao Mengqi predestined that Xiao Mengqi might also be involved in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin back then." "No way? Godfather, please let me calm down." It seemed that Zhao Changlin also told them. Zhao Junbo rested his forehead with one hand, panting heavily, and then tried to calm down, and said: "Xiao Mengqi and brother Zhao Xiaobin seem to have no grievances, why did she get involved?" "Because of Yuan Jialiang." Zhao Changlin reminded. "Yuan Jialiang? Could it be that he killed his brother Zhao Xiaobin to protect Yuan Jialiang?" Seeing what Zhao Junbo said here, Zhao Changlin followed suit and continued, "It's very possible. Officer Gu told me that Xiao Mengqi is very likely to have participated in the fire that happened in the warehouse of the sponge factory 15 years ago." "Because, if there is only one murderer, it seems to be very difficult for the murderer to commit suicide alone." "And after their police investigation of Yuan Jialiang, they feel that this Yuan Jialiang is definitely one of the culprits who murdered my son Zhao Xiaobin back then." "And if he is really the murderer of my son, then as an alumnus, it's still a good relationship. Perhaps at that moment, Xiao Mengqi got hotheaded and felt that he should be protected." "So, Xiao Mengqi decisively concealed the truth. Not only did she conceal the truth, but she also participated in the embedding of corpses, which caused my son Zhao Xiaobin to be mistaken for the corpse of a wandering entertainer. He was smeared in the house and buried on the mountain. 15 year." Speaking of this, Zhao Changlin is also in tears at this moment, and the whole person is very sad. Zhao Junbo secretly glanced at Zhao Changlin, and then quickly comforted him: "Godfather, I think there must be something strange about this matter." "Isn't it?" Sitting back on the sofa in the living room again, Zhao Changlin took out a tissue, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said again: "Officer Gu said that there may be three murderers, or in other words, there were three people who participated in the murder of my son Zhao Xiaobin." "This Yuan Jialiang must be a serious participant, and Xiao Mengqi, perhaps because of his relationship with Yuan Jialiang, not only helped him conceal the murder, but also participated in the fire at the sponge factory." "And the other murderer, the one who murdered Yuan Jialiang this time, may still be hiding in a secret corner at this moment." "Is...really?" Zhao Junbo, who was a little nervous after hearing what the old man Zhao Changlin said, hurriedly asked: "Then godfather, did Police Officer Gu tell you who the murderer of Yuan Jialiang was? Have they found any clues?" "Of course." Hearing Zhao Junbo's question, Zhao Changlin raised his head and said thoughtfully: "Originally, it was difficult for the police to find corresponding clues. After all, this murderer seems to be very professional." "Although the police found in the kitchen of the ancient temple on that mountain that the poisonous substances that poisoned Yuan Jialiang remained in the tableware, they did not extract the murderer's fingerprints." "It can be seen that the murderer is still very cautious, for fear that his killing of Yuan Jialiang will be discovered by others." Seeing his godfather Zhao Changlin talking here, Zhao Junbo on the side didn't dare to speak and just listened quietly. But when the subject changed, Zhao Changlin said again: "Oh! But it just happened so coincidentally. Although the murderer was careful enough, he was not as good as God. He didn't know that his behavior had already been discovered." "What? Was...discovered?" Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo suddenly went crazy and said, "That is to say, is it possible for the police to find the murderer?" "En." Zhao Changlin nodded slightly. "Then... is there an eyewitness report?" Zhao Junbo asked again. Zhao Changlin still nodded: "Yes, because just tonight, when I was chatting with them in the office, Officer Gu received a mysterious call." "Officer Gu felt strange at the time, but from the accent, it can be heard that this is a young boy. It seems that when he went to play in the mountains, he accidentally ran into Yuan Jialiang with the murderer." "But at that time, the boy didn't pay attention to these things at all. He just picked wild mushrooms in the forest on his own." "Is...really?" Zhao Changlin also said so, and Zhao Junbo hurriedly asked: "Then what happened later? The boy later, did he say anything to Officer Gu on the phone?" "There are." Zhao Changlin nodded slightly, trying to remember and said: "I remember the boy who was on the phone at the time seemed nervous as well." "He told Officer Gu that he wasn't sure if it was that person, but that he saw with his own eyes Yuan Jialiang and another person staying near the ancient temple, and they both went in." "Later, he found that the mysterious person left in a hurry. What happened after that? He didn't know." "It wasn't until later that I heard that a foreigner died on the mountain, and he was poisoned to death, so the boy went to double-check and found that the poisoned person was Yuan Jialiang." Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin also adjusted his breathing rhythm, and then said: "The boy was a little scared. He knew that the person who left in a hurry might be the real culprit who poisoned Yuan Jialiang to death." "That's why the little boy who was still picking wild mushrooms on the mountain at that time managed to find out Gu Chen's cell phone number and called him directly." "Call... What did you call him for? Tell Officer Gu the real identity of the murderer?" Zhao Junbo said. Zhao Changlin shook his head: "I'm not very clear, but I remember that after Officer Gu hung up the phone, he told us that this little boy was very timid, and he said that this person was an acquaintance he knew." "This person has always lived in our Wangchao Town. He is afraid that after he tells the story, if the police do not have enough evidence to prove that this person is the real murderer, he is afraid that the murderer will seek revenge on him." "Hehe." Hearing Zhao Changlin's remarks, Zhao Junbo also laughed dryly, and said in a bad mood: "Is this little boy talking nonsense? Possibly a prank?" "No." Zhao Changlin shook his head: "This little boy spent so much energy calling Gu Chen. It was definitely not as simple as a prank. Maybe he really knows who the real murderer of Yuan Jialiang is?" "It's just that because of the fear of this kind of murder, he dared not reveal the name of the murderer at will." "But the little boy was worried about his own safety, and he didn't want other policemen to know his true identity. So, the little boy told Gu Chen that he was going to a secret place at night, and he wanted to tell Gu Chen about it alone." "Is there such a thing?" Hearing what his godfather Zhao Changlin said, Zhao Junbo couldn't help but sneer and said, "This little boy picking mushrooms, has he watched too many spy war dramas?" "Shouldn't you just tell Officer Gu about this kind of thing?" "No." Zhao Changlin shook his head: "This little boy may have been scared out of his wits, and he has developed extreme distrust of the people around him." "He even called Gu Chen's mobile phone number, which is a new anonymous number." "Besides, the little boy also told Gu Chen directly that the murderer is a person from Wangchao Town, and he still knows him." "So, the little boy wants to ask Gu Chen to meet and tell him the truth of the matter, but the place of the meeting cannot be the police station." "Hehe, there is such an operation?" It felt a little unbelievable, but Zhao Junbo was also very nervous, and hurriedly said: "Then what did Officer Gu say? Is he planning to go to the meeting alone?" "It can be understood in this way." Zhao Changlin said. "Do the other policemen know?" Zhao Junbo asked. Zhao Changlin snorted coldly: "Everyone must know this. Gu Chen knows the news, and everyone is in the office again." "Because Gu Chen answered the phone before, in order to make it easier for colleagues to understand the situation, the phone accidentally clicked on speakerphone." "So, in the office at that time, not only the policemen, but even I heard the content of the phone call." "What is it?" Zhao Junbo said. "The little boy asked him to meet at the lotus pond in the northwest corner of Wangchao Town, and he asked Gu Chen to wait for him in the gazebo at the other end of the lotus pond." "So... Gu Chen is going to go tonight?" Zhao Junbo said. Zhao Changlin glanced at Zhao Junbo, and said with complicated eyes: "Gu Chen went back. In order to keep their promise, the other policemen decided to wait for the news outside, but they would not follow Gu Chen, lest the little boy choose to escape because of excessive fright. " "After all, this is the only information that the police have on the murderer of Yuan Jialiang. We all don't want to miss this opportunity." Also listening to Zhao Changlin talking here, Zhao Junbo, who was standing there listening, also had complicated eyes at this moment. He looked at Zhao Changlin in front of him, and asked coldly, "Godfather, could this be a trap set up by the police? Could it be that this little boy didn't exist at all?" It was also when Zhao Junbo's voice fell, Zhao Changlin also looked at Zhao Junbo in amazement. "Godfather, in fact, you have been doubting me, right?" At this moment, Zhao Junbo looked at Zhao Changlin with complicated eyes, and said in a heavy tone: "Perhaps, this little boy doesn't exist at all. The police said to meet him, maybe it's a trap?" "Their goal may be me, right? They don't trust me, so they sent you here to reveal the news so that I can fall into the trap, right?" Zhao Junbo walked towards Zhao Changlin in front of him step by step, and his eyes gradually became a little ferocious. Zhao Changlin took two tactical steps back, and said in a heavy tone, "Junbo, why do you think so?" "Godfather, you are just doubting me, right? I don't trust me?" Zhao Junbo leaned forward at this moment, staring at Zhao Changlin with stern eyes. There seemed to be deep unwillingness in those eyes. ... bookmark
