Free Web NovelChapter 218: Chapter 217: The Ex-Wife’s Profession_1
Zhou Ning nodded.
"We can experiment when the person arrives, I’ll go get the stuff ready."
After saying this, Zhou Ning didn’t stop and walked away quickly, while Xu Dayuan looked at his retreating figure and stuffed the remaining half of his pancake fruit into his mouth.
He wolfed it down and then waved his hand at everyone. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"Alright, call Zhenshan out to eat and set up the surveillance and all that for me. Chunyang and I will meet with the two brothers in a bit. Let’s start with Wang Guangren, but before that, call his workplace. I want to know every detail about him there. And check on their wives, too, divorced or not, find out where they are."
A moment later, Zhou Ning returned, followed by a wobbly Mr. Zhao.
Mr. Zhao had a smile on his face, and from a distance, he waved at Xu Dayuan and the others while lifting the other hand that was carrying a bag that seemed quite heavy.
"I bet you all have been anxiously waiting, don’t worry, I’ve brought the stuff."
As he spoke, Mr. Zhao handed over the bag, and Xu Dayuan coughed, prompting Mr. Bai to quickly take it and check its contents: two wrenches, a screwdriver, some wood, and screws. Without asking any dumb questions, Mr. Bai stood behind Xu Dayuan.
Tao Zhenshan rinsed his mouth and walked over, smiling at Zhou Ning.
"Thanks for the hard work, Doctor Zhou. Xu Da and I will go in and see this kid. We need to determine whether he’s left-handed or right-handed, right?"
Zhou Ning nodded.
"Yes."
Xu Dayuan pointed at the observation room next door and gestured toward Zhou Ning with a tilt of his chin.
"Go watch from the observation room."
Bai Ruixin came over with a grin, truly a bit heartless at times.
"No choice, since Doctor Zhou is like a lucky charm. Hurry and get in position so I can receive some good luck!"
Smack, Bai Ruixin received a slap on the back of his neck, and Xu Dayuan was already frowning.
"Cut the nonsense, carry the stuff and follow us in, and pack up your joking mood. If you can’t handle it, I’ll replace you right now. Do you think I treat Zhou Xiaozhou like a mascot? If you can’t talk, shut your mouth!"
Seeing Xu Dayuan become angry, Bai Ruixin got a fright and quickly shut up, following behind Xu Dayuan and He Chunyang into the interrogation room.
Zhou Ning and the others also hurried to the observation room, where plenty of headphones were prepared. Zhou Ning and Mr. Zhao stood on one side, each putting on a pair of headphones.
Zhou Ning understood that a murderer like Wang Guangren, who had killed more than a dozen people, was psychologically twisted and emotionally numb. Anyone with a hint of compassion or kindness wouldn’t commit such inhumane acts.
This was why He Chunyang and the others took turns doing the ’education work,’ and why Xu Dayuan didn’t join the interrogation. It was the same principle as tiring out a hawk, at first perhaps using fatigue tactics, and later it was a battle of psychological endurance.
Going through another round of interrogation in such a manner had a different air when entering, which brought a different level of pressure to the suspect. The slap at Bai Ruixin was meant to snap him out of his usual jesting demeanor.
Indeed, as soon as they entered the interrogation room, Wang Guangren couldn’t help but look up at Xu Dayuan.
Glancing briefly, he hurriedly averted his gaze.
The recorder took their seat, He Chunyang opened the logbook, and Xu Dayuan walked up to the interrogation chair, fiddling with the handcuffs on Wang Guangren’s hands before he spoke aloud:
"Open one handcuff for him and let him try out the items. You know how to screw in the screws, right?"
As he spoke, Bai Ruixin approached with a serious face that was grim enough to add several points of severity. He unlocked one handcuff and placed the wood, screwdriver, screws, and wrench in front of Wang Guangren, one by one.
Then, he lifted the camera in his hand.
"Let’s complete two actions first. Use the screwdriver to screw the screws into the wood, just two screws will suffice, and then open the adjustable valve of the wrench. Let’s be quick about it."
Wang Guangren’s eyes were full of confusion – what was this all about?
He had seen these two newcomers the day before, and he could tell at a glance that this middle-aged police officer was their leader. But after nearly twenty-four hours of interrogation, why had they suddenly changed tactics? Without asking anything, they just started with screwing in screws?
Though confused, Wang Guangren didn’t figure out what connection this could have with the case. After a brief pause, he grabbed the screwdriver and started working on the screws and the wrench.
After completing the actions defined by Bai Ruixin, who also finished recording, Bai Ruixin came over, put on gloves, packed all the items in the bag, and took it out as if the interrogation had little to do with him.
Zhou Ning watched till the end and let out a sigh of relief. Subconscious actions are the most telling; when receiving objects and screwing in screws, he used his right hand – a typical right-handed person, which matched the injury marks on the victim’s skull.
This series of actions, especially putting on gloves afterwards, left Wang Guangren even more puzzled.
Before he could recover his gaze, He Chunyang had already fastened the handcuffs back on him. Wang Guangren quickly looked down, clearly feeling that his actions just now had revealed too much of his thoughts.
Xu Dayuan smiled. At this point, the evidence in the case was solid. There were just some doubts about who the killer of Skeleton Number Five was, but this didn’t affect Wang Guangren.
After all, whether there were nineteen or eighteen victims was just a matter of quantity to him.
Leaning on the table, Xu Dayuan folded his arms and began to speak:
"My name is Xu Dayuan, the captain of the first squadron of the Qindao City Criminal Police Brigade. We met yesterday. You should have some idea what my presence here represents. No riddles or bluffs; I’ll give you the straight goods."
Yesterday, we went to your brother’s auto repair shop and found a small storage room between the shop and the main house. There were quite a few things stored inside, and we also discovered faint bloodstains on the door. Take a look at this photo we found at the scene."
As he spoke, Xu Dayuan placed a photo of the partition door on the small table, followed by arranging photographs of a backpack, wrench, wallet, gloves, and other items in order.
Xu Dayuan smiled and pointed with his pen at the photo of the wrench, saying, "I won’t mention the wallet, since I guess you’d like to keep it as a souvenir, right? Killing someone and having no one to share the process with can be painful, can’t it? You only have these inconspicuous items to constantly remind you of everything you’ve done.
Upon examination, it was found that the wrench had blood from nine different people on it, and after DNA comparison, it corresponded to nine of the nineteen victims.
However, on the side of the wrench, this rubber part here, we collected a left thumbprint with blood on it. After fingerprint comparison, it was found that it doesn’t belong to you; it’s a fingerprint left by your brother Wang Guangli.
As for the bloodstain, after comparison, it was found to belong to the DNA of skeletonized victim number five, Zhu Yuzhen. I suppose you don’t even remember this name, do you?
The same method of murder, the same way of dumping the bodies, the same damaging of the victims’ faces—even around the well at Sanquan Bay, we haven’t found a single drop of blood. This means that you were at the scene, right?
Were you directing your brother to murder? Why?"
Such continuous questioning left Wang Guangren momentarily stupefied, his gaze not shifting in time.
He was not afraid to die.
When he killed the first person, he had already anticipated this day; it was just a matter of whether it would be sooner or later.
He was also not afraid of being questioned.
Without questioning, these ’feats’ would always remain a secret, and that was what he did not want to see.
Actions taken need to be seen by others.
He thought the police would interrogate him about why he murdered or why he specifically targeted hostess girls, or perhaps show interest in the murder process.
But the policeman in front of him was actually able to discover that one of the murders wasn’t his doing.
The surprise in his eyes said it all.
Xu Dayuan leaned over to the opposite side of the small table, supporting himself on it, so close that Wang Guangren could smell the tobacco scent on Xu Dayuan. He slightly recoiled; he didn’t like the smell.
But Xu Dayuan didn’t let him retreat, reaching out to grab Wang Guangren’s collar and yanking him directly in front of himself, their faces barely a punch apart.
"Answer my question, you were there, weren’t you?"
Wang Guangren shook his head fiercely, his eyes wild, the veins in his neck bulging as he almost roared.
"I killed them, only me! No one knows about my murders. The wrench might have been used by my brother; after all, his fingerprints are all over the garage—that doesn’t count. Trying to drag my brother into this, I don’t know if you’re really foolish or just think you’re these laughable genius detectives."
Zhou Ning stared at Wang Guangren’s fierce face, which seemed like a completely different person from the honest-looking man who had first come in, with a look like a vengeful ghost from hell, wanting to destroy everything beautiful.
His leg had been dislocated at the hip since childhood and could have been treated at a proper hospital with early surgery to correct it, not becoming a disability.
But with parents gone early, his brother raised him—was he supposed to hate a person who was just a few years older, who had brought him up?
Impossible.
So, there must be someone who made him transfer this hatred, who provided him with a very sensible reason to harm others.
Zhou Ning rubbed his chin, feeling a slight resistance from the stubble, and paused.
Neither of the brothers had beards, almost identical to Cui Guanglin they had seen earlier—could it be a genetic issue?
"Has anyone looked into the ex-wives of Wang Guangren and Wang Guangli?"
As he spoke, Liu Yufei walked in, holding a few printed sheets. She naturally heard Zhou Ning’s question and couldn’t help but smile as she said, "Mr. Xu Da was just pushing for this. We’ve checked it out. Wang Guangli divorced a long time ago. In 1997, when Wang Guangli was twenty-four, he married in May and divorced in October. As for Wang Guangren, he married in October 2009 and divorced by the end of the year, lasting less than thirty days.
As for Wang Guangli’s ex-wife, we checked the household registration information, and she went to Guangzhou and has been out of touch since. As for Wang Guangren’s ex-wife Ge Hong..."
Liu Yufei paused at this point.
Zhou Ning leaned over to glance at the paper and was taken aback for a moment because there were several administrative detention records listed below, all involving his ex-wife Ge Hong, with the words "selling sex" standing out prominently.
In an instant, Zhou Ning understood why Wang Guangren had such deep hatred for hostess girls; his ex-wife actually became a prostitute.
Coupled with the gossip in the village, Wang Guangren couldn’t wait to kill her, so he had deep hatred for people of this profession. After all, fallen women often like to concoct a tragic past for themselves, which in turn garners more sympathy from men.
"Mrs. Liu, send Ge Hong’s information to Mr. Xu Da. Wang Guangren will like this outcome."
