Mystery Hunter

Jiang He couldn’t help but observe Li Weiyi’s emotions when he was sobbing. It was not like the wailing Jiang He had witnessed at the crematorium. When Li Weiyi was crying, he didn’t move at all. Jiang He observed Li Weiyi’s body quivering and tears streaming down his cheeks, yet he never uttered a word.

Is this true sobbing?

Jiang He didn’t understand; all he knew was that the people in the crematorium should be crying.

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Li Weiyi narrated slowly.

Even after several years of his marriage, he had no children. In fact, it was due to Li Weiyi’s own issues. He was a dead spirit with no means of bearing offspring. He Huijuan opted to keep mute in the face of this predicament, whereas Li Weiyi was unable to overcome psychological stress on his own. Li Weiyi hasn’t touched He Huijuan since he found this.

Li Weiyi felt sorry for He Huijuan, but He Huijuan seemed uninterested in this matter.

Therefore, no matter what He Huijuan said about him for many years, Li Weiyi never refuted it, and even when He Huijuan was unscrupulous, fury never swirled in him.

He was aware of the remarks being made about his wife outside by others. They claimed that his wife was unable to bear children. When she married, she was lazy and greedy, and she wouldn’t do anything. If such a woman had been given to someone else, they would have divorced long ago.

He Huijuan was not ignorant of it, but she had never asserted that this was her husband’s problem and not her own.

Li Weiyi recognized the significance of sex and love in marriage. Because of his heart problems, he can no longer give his wife sexlife. Despite being honest, Li Weiyi was not a fool when he discovered that his wife had been unfaithful more than a month earlier.

The wife who had always been too lazy to put on makeup and wash her clothes started dressing up every day.

Li Weiyi realized that his wife’s getup was not for him, but for another guy.

Li Weiyi was also aware that she was not at home during the day and that her wife did not work. What she will do, where she will go, and who she will meet during the day. Li Weiyi can guess it even though he didn’t know.

Being Li Weiyi’s husband, though, meant that He Huijuan had to return home regardless of what she did outside.

Consequently, Li Weiyi said nothing for more than a month, and he awaited the day when his wife would return to him.

He didn’t make any requests. Every day, he worked hard, endured his wife’s scolding, and even endured the humiliation of being cuckolded. He continued to work hard.

Nevertheless, he would never have speculated that his wife and mother had been murdered.

His world abruptly collapsed.

“However, I don’t understand. You stated you knew your wife was having an affair, so why didn’t you divorce her?” Jiang He asked. “And your wife was killed; why don’t you want to find the killer? Do you realize that in this case, sheltering a killer is a capital offense? There is a 60% likelihood that you will be put to death, and a 40% chance that you would be sentenced to life in prison.”

“You’ll understand why if your entire family is dead!” Li Weiyi looked at Jiang He coldly, his eyes devoid of emotion.

“My parents both died when I was six years old,” said Jiang He, shaking his head. “The distant relatives who adopted me died three years ago. I am exactly like you. I no longer have any relatives. But I’m still baffled as to why you did this.”

“I thought I was the most miserable person in the world, but now it doesn’t seem to be,” Li Weiyi said, staring at Jiang He. “You’re in a worse position than I am.”

“Why?” Jiang He couldn’t understand. “Why would I be more unhappy than you?” he wondered. “Is it because I have one more deceased relative than you?”

“That’s because I understand, but you don’t,” Li Weiyi said with a smile. “You are far more miserable than I am just because of this.”

“You’ve been searching for the reason, but you haven’t found it and you never will!” Li Weiyi raised his head abruptly, howled, and then remained silent.

Wang Chao and Jiang He didn’t say anything as they exited the interrogation room.

Wang Chao discreetly observed Jiang He, and sadness was not evident on his face, as if those who died were not his relatives.

Wang Chao wanted to offer Jiang He some words of consolation since he had not expected him to have such a tragic past.

When it was time to speak, nonetheless, Wang Chao struggled to find the right words.

Perhaps Jiang He didn’t grasp it at all. Wang Chao was dubious whether this was connected to Jiang He’s sickness, but he concurred with Li Weiyi’s statements. Jiang He was far less happy than Li Weiyi. If Li Weiyi had lost the most essential feature of a man, Jiang He appeared to have lost the capacity to feel joy and sadness.

In high school, Wang Chao read “The Story of Yueyang Tower” by Fan Zhongyan. It was said that saints did not like or mourn for themselves. Wang Chao formerly held the opinion that such a person did not exist, but now he has met one.

Jiang He turned his head to Wang Chao and said: “We spotted Li Weiyi on camera, even though he wasn’t the murderer. There’s a 60% chance that he returned but did not enter the house. He Huijuan might not have been killed had he returned home.”

Wang Chao groaned: “You know, maybe this is fate.”

“According to my observations, I have a 99% chance that the thing ‘fate’ does not exist, if…” Jiang He retorted.

Wang Chao responded quickly: “I just casually said it. It’s now dawn. Hurry up and get some sleep. We will get in touch with you if we discover anything.”

“I have severe insomnia,” Jiang He remarked, shaking his head. “Sleeping does not help me at all. I’m going to need a glass of milk and a set of Go.”

The time was eight o’clock in the morning.

A cop pointed at Jiang He, where he and another cop were playing Go in the distance, and said to Wang Chao: “That person has been playing Go by himself for four hours, Captain. Don’t you think he is bored? If it were me, I’d fall asleep in less than five minutes.”

Wang Chao shook his head, looking at Jiang He.

Jiang He’s speed was not fast. The chessboard was still more than half empty four hours later. Although Wang Chao didn’t know how to play Go, he knew a game of Go cannot be played for so long, and Jiang He was playing by himself. This was not something normal people would do. However, when Wang Chao thought about it, Jiang He was far from a normal person.

Jiang He was completely ignoring the opinions of others at the moment. He was currently concentrating on Go, and his opponent was himself. He was actually using this to treat himself. Due to his illness, Jiang He was susceptible to attacks at any time and any place. As a result of these attacks, all of those memories which Jiang He had ever recorded will suddenly crowd in his brain, as if someone were punching him in the face. He hasn’t yet come across a form of pain that was more severe than this.

Only when Jiang He was completely focused on his own attention can he be temporarily relieved.

Jiang He couldn’t stop; he needed to keep doing a high-brain exercise, or else his previous memories would resurface quietly and merge into billowing waves.

This was why Jiang He suffered from severe insomnia. He didn’t sleep not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t dare to sleep.

Around three in the afternoon, the police team finally arrived and brought good news.

According to the team’s investigation, a man named Feng Bin showed up in front of the police.

This individual was thirty-four years old and had a slim build similar to Jiang He’s.

At the moment, an Internet company with an annual profit of about one million has been established in Longcheng City, which was considered a small fortune and a small price.

Feng Bin was usually preoccupied with business and seldom returned home.

He was married to 40-year-old Hannah, and the two of them had no children.

Hannah was said to have invested in Feng Bin’s company’s start-up capital.

She made an initial investment of roughly 200,000 RMB, and with the support of Feng Bin, the company grew over time.

Feng Bin owned 30% of the company, while Hannah owned the remaining 70%.

And Feng Bin was He Huijuan’s high school classmate. A reunion for He Huijuan’s high school class was just held two months ago. He Huijuan and Feng Bin both attended the reunion.

More importantly, Feng Bin bought a ticket to Dongxing City four days following He Huijuan’s death under the guise of travelling there to conduct business.

Feng Bin’s ID card investigation revealed that after visiting Dongxing City, Feng Bin also took a high-speed rail to Yuzhou City.

After spending the previous three days in a hotel in Yuzhou City, Feng Bin never again used his ID card. Feng Bin’s phone has also been turned off, and his entire figure has vanished from Yuzhou City. There was no trace of Feng Bin now, and the Criminal police team has contacted the local police in order to locate and apprehend him.

“He fled for fear of sin.”

“What you said makes sense. This Feng Bin is a major suspect,” Wang Chao said.

“So now do you know where Hannah is?” Jiang He asked, nodding. “If Feng Bin is leaving, there is a 60% chance that Feng Bin will clearly explain something to Hannah.”

“They bought a duplex in the Upper East Courtyard,” said another criminal cop.

“Go take a look.” Jiang He explained.

As everyone was about to leave for Hannah’s house, they noticed a member of the criminal police force approaching.

He looked around and surprised everyone by saying, “I just got a call from Hannah. She stated that Feng Bin has returned home. She will do everything she can to keep her husband at home, hoping that the police will arrive quickly and arrest him.”

Everyone was taken aback by Feng Bin’s return to Longcheng City when they had no idea where he had gone and were exchanging quizzical stares.