No.14 Disciple: Death Puzzle

Chapter 15 False Dreams

After hearing An Youlin's words, Zhuo Qingshan raised a question: "How do you know that the deceased hired a part-time worker to clean it?"

"I touched under the bed in the bedroom just now, and there is no dust even in the depths, so I speculate that the deceased Zhao Chen had the habit of asking part-time workers to clean it regularly, and the time since the last cleaning was not long, maybe it was not long before Zhao Chen died. If the part-time worker is found, it may be possible to further narrow the time range of the deceased’s disappearance.”

An Youlin asked the landlord Song Chunming's impression of the deceased. Song Chunming said that the landlord did not live nearby and had little contact with the deceased Zhao Chen. He just said that the deceased paid the rent very happily. The rent was paid quarterly and never in arrears .

"Mr. An, did you discover anything just now?" Song Chunming asked respectfully. "Yes, but it's still too vague." An Youlin said with a smile, "This is the long-term residence of the deceased. I'm afraid he often brought women here. However, judging from the documents, the deceased was not alone. It's as simple as messing with a lot of girls."

"Why does he keep so many receipts? He actually made so many girls pregnant and miscarried? Isn't that too perverted?" Zhuo Qingshan said angrily.

"Each document lays down a motive for killing the deceased, and the case is getting more and more difficult."

As soon as Song Chunming finished speaking, Da Liu came in and told them that the neighbor next door had returned.The three of them followed Liu to the door. A young man named Bian Cheng lived next door, who was also a tenant.After learning of Zhao Chen's death, she was a little surprised at first, but then calmed down again.

"What impression do you have of him?" Bian Cheng thought for a while, "I think this kid is quite awesome." "Nice?" Song Chunming was puzzled. "Don't look at this kid's young age, but he is very good at playing with women! He often does it in broad daylight, without breaking his voice..." "Do you usually have any contact with him?" An You Lin asked. "No, it's been a year since I moved here, and I don't have much contact with the neighbors nearby. These days, I live my own life, who cares. I just saw him a few times in the corridor, not to mention, often Seeing him bring different girls home, and then hearing the two of them having sex, the 'cracking' movement was a crisp..."

Zhuo Qingshan gave Bian Cheng a dissatisfied look, and said, "You didn't want to ask your neighbor who lived next to you for a year how he died?"

After hearing this, Bian Cheng replied wittily, "What do you mean? I was not related to him. It is indeed a pity that he died, but why should I inquire in such detail? Scaring myself? Let's talk about it later." , they are different from poor people like me, they are very particular about their attire, they go downstairs and drive a car and leave..."

"You said Zhao Chen has a car? Is it his car?" Song Chunming asked hastily.Bian Cheng showed a surprised expression of "you don't even know": "It should be his, the black car is always parked in the parking space next to the entrance of the corridor." But when he came downstairs, he didn't see the black car at all. Here, Zhuo Qingshan's cell phone rang. It was a call from the team. The mother of the deceased Zhao Chen had already gone to the criminal investigation team.An Youlin nodded after hearing this, and said, "It's also time to talk to her."

Before leaving, An Youlin asked Song Chunming to contact other colleagues of the on-site investigation team to check the deceased's residence, especially the condoms in the drawers of the bedside table.In addition, the part-time worker who cleaned the house for the deceased and the car of the deceased should be found as soon as possible.

"Do you think that house is the first scene?" Zhuo Qingshan asked An Youlin while driving in the car. "I don't think so, but it's worth looking into. All the tiny and seemingly insignificant clues are pieces of the puzzle. Only by putting them together can we get one step closer to the murderer."

The two quickly returned to the Criminal Investigation Brigade, and An Youlin, who was following behind Zhuo Qingshan, was dangling with a black leather bag, yawning occasionally, as if he had just finished heavy physical work.Guo Junfeng was standing in front of the office smoking a cigarette. Zhuo Qingshan stepped forward to inquire about the progress of the investigation. Guo Junfeng shook his head with a cigarette in his mouth, politely handed An Youlin a cigarette, and helped him light it.

"At least until I left, I didn't find it. Although the clothes on the deceased were famous brands, there were not a few people who could wear them. And it wasn't a new style that just came out recently. I went to several shopping malls, and the salespersons said they didn't remember it. The others are still investigating, and Captain Luo asked me to come back and follow up with the deceased's family first, no, the deceased's mother, Ding Xiaoli, is still in the office."

"Oh? So her name is Ding Xiaoli?" An Youlin moved to the door of the office, and saw Zhao Chen's mother Ding Xiaoli sitting on a chair, crying to policewoman Xu Qingqing.She was no longer as domineering as she was at Xijing Normal University in the morning. She was still full of jewels, holding a tissue in her hand, and kept wiping her tears, her eyes were already in chaos.The chair next to her was sitting on the man who followed her to pull the leaders of Xijing Normal University in the morning.

"What? You two know her?" Guo Junfeng asked with a puff of smoke. "I met her at Xijing Normal University before, tsk tsk tsk, she is not an ordinary person." An Youlin tilted his head and squinted at Ding Xiaoli, "Come on, let's go in and have a look?" As he said, An Youlin stubbed out his cigarette , walked into the office: "Ms. Ding, do you remember me?

Can we talk about your son? Ding Xiaoli wiped her tears, her eyes full of confusion. She had long forgotten the chaotic scene when she met An Youlin at Xijing Normal University in the morning. However, the man sitting on the chair next to him recognized An Youlin, and he curled his mouth. He stared at An Youlin maliciously.

An Youlin unceremoniously sat down opposite Ding Xiaoli and introduced himself to her.Zhuo Qingshan sat next to An Youlin, and she asked Xu Qingqing, who was asking questions, to rest first.Guo Junfeng chose to sit at a desk a little further away, from which he could observe everyone in front of him.Ding Xiaoli began to cry to An Youlin about the pain of losing her son, and told about Zhao Chen's various advantages: sensible, caring for his mother, friendly to friends, etc., which seemed to have nothing to do with the case.But An Youlin was very patient, he nodded understandingly, and handed Ding Xiaoli a tissue to wipe his tears at the right time.

"Tell me, how could such a good child be...killed?" Ding Xiaoli covered her mouth with a tissue in her jeweled hand, "I spent money to send the child to college. Studying, but being killed, these teachers didn’t take good care of their students at all, they simply murdered their lives for money!”

"Ms. Ding, I heard that you and Zhao Chen's father divorced when he was very young, can you tell me?"

Hearing An Youlin's question, Ding Xiaoli visibly trembled. She secretly glanced at the man beside her, who had a stiff face.

"I don't get along with Zhao Chen's father." Ding Xiaoli squeezed the tissue in her hand, "I have to do company work every day, and I spend less time with his father, and he doesn't understand me, so when the child was very young Just divorced."

"Does Zhao Chen see his father often? I mean after you and your ex-husband divorced?" Learned some bad habits from his father." "Can you tell me about Zhao Chen's hobbies?"

"Hobbies?" "Yes, hobbies."

An Youlin intentionally did not limit the scope, and he let Ding Xiaoli tell the story. "Zhao Chen usually likes to play basketball... When he was in middle school, he played with his classmates every day after school, and also during weekends and holidays..." Ding Xiaoli always talked about Zhao Chen's love of playing basketball, and An Youlin was also there. He listened quietly to her narration until Ding Xiaoli couldn't continue.Zhuo Qingshan beside An Youlin recorded the main points of their conversation in a notebook.

"How much living expenses do you give Zhao Chen every month?" "I paid him by semester, about 50 yuan per semester. But it's all his pocket money. If he catches up with other needs, such as traveling , Buy something you like, and give it to him.”

Zhuo Qingshan, who is from a wealthy family, was also surprised when Ding Xiaoli said that Zhao Chen was given 50 yuan in living expenses every semester.But judging from Ding Xiaoli's indifferent expression, she didn't think there was anything wrong with giving Zhao Chen 50 living expenses.

An Youlin nodded slowly: "Ms. Ding, actually, you don't know your son at all, do you?"

Ding Xiaoli, who was wiping her tears, was suddenly stunned. She stopped her movements and slightly raised her head to look at An Youlin, their eyes met.

"I know you are lying, and I also know that you are weaving a dream of a 'perfect son' for Zhao Chen. But, my old sister, this dream is actually just for you."

Ding Xiaoli stared at An Youlin in shock, as if she couldn't understand what he said. "Be obedient and well-behaved? Care about your mother? Is Zhao Chen really as perfect as you say?" Ding Xiaoli raised her pale face. She wanted to refute, but there was only the friction sound of mucus in her throat.

(End of this chapter)