Part 3 Chapter 59: Reading Out Loud

Part 3 Chapter 59: Reading Out Loud

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Luo Wenzhou came out of the interrogation room feeling a bit lightheaded. The intense lengthy questioning was a torture for both parties, especially with a tough-minded suspect like Xu Wenchao. Not leaving any breathing room for the other party means not leaving any breathing room for yourself either.

While those on the field were still trying to gather more evidence, those in the interrogation room - both the grilled and the griller - were playing the game of the mind. Via expression and tone, the two sides were constantly trying to deceive and outsmart one another.

How much evidence do they have? How much did Su Luozhan say?

Where did he contradict himself? Which confession was sincere and which one was an understatement?

Are they bluffing?

How do I bluff to make him admit?

A single slackened moment could let Xu Wenchao get the upper hand, so Luo Wenzhou couldn't possibly take a break or use a substitute. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Luo Wenzhou's neck and above were now in an all-out strike. He pretty much auto-piloted himself back to the office based on muscle memory.

Qutong's parents had heard about the discovery at Bin Hai and had headed over despite the dissuasion. Guo Heng was now sitting in the waiting area alone.

Seeing Guo Heng's slumped back, Luo Wenzhou thought that he was dozing off. So he tip-toed to pick up a uniform left by someone else on the table and wanted to use it as a blanket. But Guo Heng opened his eyes.

The crow's feet on his face were like the furrows on a thirsty land. The whites of his eyes were jaundiced and bloodshot, but there wasn't a single trace of drowsiness.

The usually bustling office space of the criminal investigation team was very quiet: people had either been sent out to the field or fallen asleep in their cubbies. The two waking men faced each other in silence. The air between them seemed to have clumped into a dreary cloud that even the strongest sweep from the AC couldn't blow away.

After a long while, Guo Heng finally managed to open his mouth: "You...I...Your Chief named Lu has told me everything."

Slowly, Luo Wenzhou pulled over a chair and sat down across from him.

"He didn't say much detail." Guo Heng continued, "He said that a lot was still under investigation --- now, can you tell me more?"

Luo Wenzhou hesitated, then said: "Twenty years ago, in summer, Guo Fei met a girl who claimed to be visiting Lian Huashan with her teacher. She wore a floral dress, very pretty girl...but was very bad at directions and asked Guo Fei for help many times. One day after a tutoring session, Guo Fei ran into her again. She looked troubled because her teacher was hospitalized and she couldn't find the way back to the hotel on her own. Guo Fei, the warmed-hearted child who always received the "kind and benevolent" remarks from her teacher at the end-of-semester evaluations -- we found it in the record room of the Lian-Huashan elementary school -- tried to explain the direction to her several times but she was still very lost. She thought: it's only a short walk and it wouldn't take very long to show her. So she decided to accompany the girl back to her hotel."

The moment that he mentioned the name "Guo Fei", Guo Heng started trembling uncontrollably. Cloudy tears dropped and wetted his innumerable wrinkles.

Luo Wenzhou paused. He put one hand on Guo Heng's shoulder, whose gangly shoulder blade and seesawing chest seemed like an old battered bellows.

Guo Heng struggled to take some air, then said: "Please, go on."

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"That girl, Su Xiaolan, gave Guo Fei something to drink to put her down. She kept her at the hotel and waited for Wu Guangchuan's return. With the excuse of his hospitalization, Wu Guangchuan broke away from the rest of his colleagues. After killing Guo Fei, he hid her in the trunk and drove out of Lian Huashan. Su Xiaolan kept Guo Fei's pencil box." said Luo Wenzhou. Based on what they've gathered -- Su Xiaolan's diary, the consistency of the Modus Operandi, and others -- Su Xiaolan was more likely to be the murderer, rather than Wu Guangchuan. However, Luo Wenzhou twisted the truth a little with the most objective language he could find. He continued: "Because of the unhealthy relationship she had with the murderer, Su Xiaolan was very jealous of the victim. On the way back, they had a dispute and she jumped out of the car. After hiking over the sloped plain she saw the telephone booth. She thought of a way to vent out the frustration: by making the screaming phone call and letting you hear the rattling pencil box."

"Why would...why..."

"Because she envied Guo Fei for having parents like you, for having a loving family. She envied her, for what a happy and innocent girl she had grown to be. What Guo Fei had was what she could never own, not even with twenty more years of life."

Guo Heng looked up at Luo Wenzhou's face, completely wordless.

"Uncle Guo, you did not kill the wrong man. You were just...too kind... to doubt the other person in the room. " Luo Wenzhou said softly, "But because you killed Wu Guangchuan right in front of Su Xiaolan's eyes, it deterred her. She learnt for the first time that doing these things had consequences. She suffered. Her life was miserable since then and she committed far fewer crimes. You have saved many potential victims -- hundreds."

But Guo Heng covered his eyes. His voice was choked up by tears.

Luo Wenzhou: "Uncle Guo..."

At that moment, Lang Qiao -- her legs as heavy as those of a dead dog -- barged in. She had thought that she could lay down anywhere on the street and fall asleep in a snap of fingers, but that was before she saw what she saw. Now, her headful of sleep-worms were shocked to flee helter-skelter. The fifty-shades of Grey and the likes that she had read throughout her life were all whistling and parading in front of her eyes right now. Our policewoman was so dumbfounded that she froze at the office entrance like a zombie.

Naughty and spotted 'Mr. Grey' wasn't flustered at all. He even turned to wink at her, and smiled mysteriously while pointing at the big bag of food next to him, signalling her to 'help herself'. Then, he picked up the coffee cup which Luo Wenzhou had just drank from, took a sip, and then strolled away.

Meanwhile, Tao Ran was struggling to adjust his eyes to the bright morning sun after getting substituted by a newly dispatched colleague. He absentmindedly patted his coat to get some dirt off, and randomly grabbed a car. Suddenly, his phone vibrated. It was a picture from Chang Ning with Chen Chen in her arms. Although the girl's fingers still tightly gripped onto her big sister's sleeves, she managed to smile at the camera.

"The doctor said Chen Chen is ready to be discharged from the hospital now. My aunt wants to properly say thanks to you and your colleagues. Can she invite you all to a meal at her place sometime?"

For the first time in his life, Tao Ran didn't reply to his godess's text message right away: he had already fallen asleep.

Fei Du took a taxi back to his office. It wasn't time for work yet. He signed a couple paperworks that he owed assistant Miao, then sat alone in his beautifully decorated office.

It used to be the office of Mr. Fei senior. There was a parlor by the entrance where he kept a half-hidden wine cellar and a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. On the top of the shelf there were many collector's pieces of ancient scrolls, bamboo and wooden slips, and silk books. The bottom half displayed the old master's watch collection. On the other side of the room was a showcase of ancient weapons. The one in the middle was a longsword said to be the possession of an emperor. Ages have passed since it last drank blood, but its blade was still shiny and its handle ever so polished. Under the cool lighting of the display, the sword looked ready to break free and quench its thirst again.

In the middle of the sofa set stood another showcase. It was 1.4 meters tall and round in shape. The outer circle was filled with ancient coins that were no longer in circulation. A small display in the middle exhibited three pieces of jewelry, each the winning piece from an international jewelry design competition in three consecutive years. Only three, because before the fourth champion could be displayed here, the collector himself went lying like a corpse at the Bin Hai sanatorium.

Every first-time guest here was stunned by this museum-like parlor. Staying here long enough and you will start feeling the wealth, power, ambition, and desire creeping out from your pores.

The office and the parlor were connected by a narrow corridor that only allowed one person to pass at a time. The corridor curved, so that the light could not shine through from the office. The office had two small windows for ventilation on the sides and a large French window in the middle. It looked down to the heart of Yan-cheng, where traffic moved slowly and pedestrians were as small as ants.

Fei Du stood up. He opened a locked drawer and took out a thin folder with some contracts, financial reports, and asset transference briefings inside. They were all paperworks related to the cooperation between his company and the "Guang Yao Fund Management". When his father was still the CEO, they had business together. His company had regular donations to one of the charity funds operated by Guang Yao.

When the contract expired, their cooperation halted. The other party didn't seem to be expecting a renewal.

Another paperwork lied quietly at the bottom of the stack. It was a proposal for a project named "Bin Hai ocean resource vacation paradise -- building the Maldives of China". The Guang Yao Fund Management advocated for this project and invited them to invest too. But back then, his father considered the project to be too hefty and doesn't have a mature business model. The board -- which was basically his father's pirrot -- turned it down. Consequently, the project became a stillbirth.

"Bin Hai..." Fei Du scratched the words with his pen cap.

The three principles for discarding a body ---

First, discard the body somewhere absolutely safe, somewhere that no one else is able to dig. If so, then no one would ever discover the secrets underground.

Second, mix the body with other bodies from natural deaths, such that even if they were excavated, no one would feel the need to call the police.

Third, make the body unidentifiable so that even if the police were involved, they couldn't identify the victim.

The third principle could apply twenty years ago. But with today's forensic technology, it is almost impossible. Then, with Xu Wenchao's intellect he must follow the first two.

Why would he have picked Bin Hai?

If the bodies were thrown directly into the sea, there would be a high risk of them being caught by the fishing boats. If they could manage to sail further into the sea, it required certain weather conditions and was not suitable for every season. So there must be some of the bodies that had to be buried on the land.

Neither Xu Wenchao nor the Sus had any history with Bin Hai. None of them were from there or had any relatives there. Then what was it that made Xu Wenchao choose this place? Did this free-lance photographer just accidentally stumble upon it and decided that it was conveniently beautiful and deserted?

One week later, with cooperation of the police forces from two provinces, the extremely complex and abhorring case that spun across twenty some years was finally wrapped up. The musician at the racing club who had abducted Qu Tong identified one of the four other men in the pictures. They had a strict membership policy where only trusted senior members could introduce new members into the club. The newbies would only be allowed to take little girl Su Luozhan out for dinner at first. They needed to spend a lot of money and time to prove their loyalty before becoming 'senior members'.

As the saying went: 'Pulling out the radish and you also pull out the mud'. The 'members' were identified one by one as each new suspect confessed their introducers. Some of them weren't in the pictures and had long rescinded from the group. Some were even high-profile celebrities or successful business men. When the police came for them it made quite a lot of headlines.

Following Fei Du's hypothesis, Guo Fei's body was discovered in an unregistered burial site for villagers next to the interstate from LianHuashan to Yan-cheng downtown. According to the locals, before the cremation practices became popular, the place was used to bury the bodies of those that died in accidents. Because it was considered ominous, there were many folk tales surrounding it and no one went near it unless they had to. There was once a drunk villager who stumbled into the place and found a new mound. He was scared out of his mind. There was even a ghost story about it.

But because of the taboo surrounding this place, no one took the time to look into it.

Briefing the public, gathering evidence, prosecuting the suspect...tons of follow-up work left Luo Wenzhou hardly any time to breathe. When it finally settled down, Luo Wenzhou was shocked to realize that it was already mid September.

Today he finally returned to his usual nine-to-five routine. But before he could celebrate for things returning to normal, he saw a familiar sports car parked in front of the Bureau's entrance, with a familiar bastard standing next to it smiling at the parking enforcement officer who was writing the ticket.