Free Web NovelChapter 120: Chapter 119 Will_1
"Okay, don’t back up anymore, I’ve already started recording!"
Zhang Min’an coughed several times in a row, as if his lungs were about to cough up, but the camera did not stop; after all, this was the true state of Zhang Min’an at the time. After a brief pause, he lifted a piece of paper he was holding and began:
"My name is Zhang Min’an, from Jidong City, ID number 23032119410817****. I am now in the conference room of the Hua Country Foreign Translation Publishing Company, located at No. 320, Xingfu Road, Tongshan District, Qindao City. Today is June 27, 2010, and shortly I will be recording my will. The witnesses will also disclose their own information.
In May this year, I went to Lu University Hospital for a checkup, and the doctors told me I had cancer. My lung cancer had metastasized to bone cancer. The doctors believed there was no need for treatment and that I had at most a couple of months to live. It has been over forty days since my diagnosis, which I consider a bonus. Even if I wanted surgery, I couldn’t afford it. I’m tired and don’t want to bother anymore. I am voluntarily giving up on treatment."
Regarding my personal property, the following statement is made: starting in 2001, Luo Suqin and I began taking on translation work, and we made quite a bit of money. This can be verified by the clear accounts in my diary.
However, all the money I made, plus the proceeds from selling my house—minus daily expenses—totaling one million three hundred and forty thousand, was taken by my son, Zhang Guoqing. Saying he ’took’ it is a polite way of putting it. In reality, he extorted, threatened, and outright robbed me.
The last twenty thousand was given to him on April 30, 2010, on the condition that he sever our father-son relationship and that he no longer trouble Luo Suqin or me. We no longer have the physical or mental capacity to continue with translation work, and we are, frankly, penniless.
When I gave him the money, I had a notarized certificate signed by a lawyer. It is on file at the Xinghua City Notary Office. Luo Suqin is the person I designated to retrieve the document. The lawyer is one of the witnesses, and his information will be disclosed shortly."
As for the property purchased in Xinghua City, it was funded by the compensation from the demolition of Luo Suqin’s family home. You can check the relevant bank statements; these have nothing to do with Zhang Guoqing. If Zhang Guoqing causes any trouble for Luo Suqin again, please, police comrades, handle the situation according to this video of the will.
Lastly, I want to make arrangements for after my death. Luo Suqin and I have discussed this. I don’t want any money spent on cremation, nor do I need a burial plot or anyone notified. Just toss my body in the wilderness, and that will be fine. That’s all I have to say.
The two witnesses stepped in front of the camera, holding their IDs, and stated their own personal information, then the video was turned off. frёewebnoѵēl.com
A ’ding’ sounded in Zhou Ning’s ear—the countdown for the second task of the intermediate mission, determining the cause of death, stopped at 1:22. That was really close; the task was completed just within two days.
If he had been just a little more curious and gone upstairs to look at the case’s skeleton, that would have been a different story entirely. By now, he would have probably been struck by lightning or become intellectually impaired.
However, the countdown for the third task, providing evidence ruling out foul play, hadn’t stopped, meaning that the evidence to prove it was not a homicide was still insufficient. Could it be that complete statements from all the witnesses and Zhang Min’an’s son were needed?
At this point, Xu Dayuan looked puzzled.
"Even if they dumped the body in the mountains, I could understand, but why dismember it?"
Zhou Ning was also confused by this point, but he was surprised that Zhang Guoqing hadn’t looked for his father again. After all, to depend on his parents to such an extreme degree was quite something. Could he really restrain himself?
What about the two witnesses? Had they no contact with Zhang Min’an afterward?
"Hua Country Foreign Translation Publishing Company’s chief editor, Guan Aijun, and the lawyer from Xurisheng Law Firm, Zhang Jungang—should we question these two? Have they not been in contact with Zhang Min’an anymore?"
"Let’s contact them now. I bet they never thought this news would be related to Zhang Min’an," replied Xu Dayuan while taking out his phone to make a call.
"You guys go and check on the two individuals, and let me know immediately when you have an update. I’ve sent you their details and places of work."
After he hung up the phone, Mr. Zhao looked at Xu Dayuan.
"Luo Suqin was transferred to Qindao City Sixth Hospital, wasn’t she? Could we try asking her?" frёewebηovel.cѳm
Xu Dayuan shook his head.
"She’s been transferred here, but her condition isn’t good, and she’s still in danger. We can, however, talk to Zhang Guoqing first. Mr. Zeng is already on it, and by now, he should have already arrived."
At this, Xu Dayuan looked at Zhou Ning.
"Zhou Xiaozhou, come with me to listen to the interrogation. Your work here is done, right? You don’t have any other assignments?"
Zhou Ning had no objections. Mr. Zhao’s sent samples would take a while to yield results, so he stood up immediately.
"Then let’s go listen."
Mr. Zhao also stood up and, noticing Sun Gaotie’s curious expression, patted him on the shoulder.
"Little brother Gao Tie, do you also want to come and take a look?"
Sun Gaotie nodded.
"Is that okay?"
"Come on, I’ll show you around. Only by visiting the interrogation room can we urge our technical staff to improve their work efficiency. Otherwise, your internship won’t be complete."
"Quit the nonsense, just follow me."
Xu Dayuan glanced at his phone, as if he had received a message, and gave Mr. Zhao a pat on the shoulder. It was probably a message from Mr. Zeng about going to the airport.
The group left the technical department, walked directly through the corridor bridge to the main building of the municipal bureau, made quite a circuit, and entered a building. They encountered several people in the hallway who cast inquisitive glances, nodding towards Xu Dayuan non-stop.
Mr. Zeng rushed over, his police coat taken off, sweating profusely. Although the temperature outside had risen, it wasn’t hot enough to warrant such a state... perhaps...
"Mr. Xu, you’re back. That professor made a fuss, insisting on seeing the deceased’s body. When we told him that only the skeleton was left, he began to shout and even demanded Luo Suqin’s life, cursing with a vocabulary that would put a swearing old lady to shame."
Xu Dayuan nodded.
"No rush, I’ll meet with him in a bit. I asked them to print out the transaction statement for you to check—the transfer record from Zhang Min’an to Zhang Guoqing. I want the most detailed one. Then compare it with Zhou Xiaozhou’s diary to see if there are any discrepancies in the dates and amounts."
Mr. Zeng nodded continuously. Xu Dayuan opened a door and gestured for Zhou Ning and Mr. Zhao to enter.
The observation room was empty. Mr. Zeng followed them in, while Xu Dayuan went alone to the next room. From there, he could see that the interrogatory room was well-lit, with a man in a suit sitting in a chair, his face filled with impatience.
The conditions in this observation room were extraordinarily good—with monitoring displays from various angles and a range of devices lined up. Clearly, the equipment here was far superior to what was available at the district criminal police team.
Mr. Zeng completed his call and quickly left the room. He returned in no time with several sheets of paper, handing them to Zhou Ning and whispering.
"Doctor Zhou, this is the transfer record. Mr. Xu asked me to give it to you just now."
Mr. Zhao couldn’t help but chuckle, seizing Mr. Zeng by the arm.
"Buddy, his name is Zhou Ning. We misled you, Zhou Xiaozhou is his nickname. Pretty easy to remember, isn’t it?"
Mr. Zeng laughed along, seemingly feeling a sense of closeness.
"I heard Mr. Xu call you that. Sorry about that, Doctor Zhou, calling you by your name felt more personal to me."
Zhou Ning appeared to be indifferent.
"As long as it’s easy to remember, it doesn’t matter what you call me."
Seeing Zhou Ning say this, Mr. Zeng felt even closer. He and Mr. Zhao began to compare the transfer records. In a few minutes, they matched all the transaction amounts from the diary to their corresponding dates, except for the over 20,000 in cash from March 7, 2010, which wasn’t shown on the statement.
Zhou Ning quickly wrote a note. Mr. Zeng took it inside, along with the clearly marked photocopied diary and bank statement.
Inside the interrogation room, Xu Dayuan glanced at the note and handed the bank statement to Zhang Guoqing.
"This is your bank statement. Each transaction is clearly recorded. Of course, compared with your father’s diary, there’s a missing cash transaction of over 20,000 that’s not on the record, totaling 1.34 million. Do you acknowledge this amount?"
Zhang Guoqing glanced at it with an expression of impatience.
"The money my father transferred to me was neither stolen nor robbed. Is it necessary for you to verify it this way? Besides, what child doesn’t ask their parents for money?"
Xu Dayuan smiled and flipped the diary open to the page dated March 7, 2010.
"It’s recorded here that on March 7, 2010, you visited your father and Luo Suqin’s home, scoured the over 20,000 in cash, and injured Luo Suqin. The flight records and the emergency medical service records from Lu University Hospital both match up. Is this also just asking for money?"
Zhang Guoqing fell silent for a moment, then looked up at Xu Dayuan.
"Is my father really dead? You called me here, is it because they’re suing me? No, that can’t be right. Even if they sued, if that woman surnamed Luo wanted to sue me, it would be a public security case, not for the criminal police, right?"
Xu Dayuan laughed. Educated people were different, analyzing the situation so precisely. Indeed, if it were an intentional injury case, it would be a public security case and wouldn’t necessitate the criminal police’s involvement.
"Your father is dead. We’ve called you here first to compare DNA and second to verify whether you’ve been to Qindao after June 27, 2010. According to the diary entries, you had a motive for the crime.
Of course, we also need to confirm with your school. Now, tell me, why haven’t you been in contact with your father from June 27 last year until today?"
Zhang Guoqing grew angry, slamming the table as he stood up.
"Are you freaking playing with me?"
