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Wang Chao's words were filled with envy and a hint of helplessness. Years of experience had taught him that there are indeed differences between people; some things cannot be achieved merely through hard work. Einstein, for instance, mastered calculus in his teens without any formal instruction, while many others struggle even after systematic study.
This exemplifies the gap between individuals.
Standing before Wang Chao was Jiang He, who evoked this very feeling in him. Wang Chao understood that no matter how hard he tried, he could only progress step by step, unable to glean as much information or analyze probabilities with just a glance like Jiang He could.
At the same time, Wang Chao found it puzzling. If someone as talented as Jiang He existed, why was he confined to a police station? If Jiang He were to join the criminal investigation team, he would undoubtedly shine in that environment. It was not far-fetched to think that he could become an exceptional detective like that renowned expert in the future.
However, at that moment, Wang Chao was unaware that Jiang He had participated in the city and provincial police recruitment exams for several consecutive years but had never passed the written test. No one had informed Jiang He where he went wrong. Yet, he remained neither disappointed nor discouraged.
This resilience might stem from Jiang He's inherently rational nature, characterized by minimal emotional fluctuations. If he couldn't become a police officer, he would find another way to solve cases. Jiang He had never held excessive expectations for his future; he did not pursue life fervently nor seek death deliberately—he simply aimed to do what needed to be done.
In Jiang He's mind at that moment was the image of that remarkable individual Wang Chao spoke of. What kind of person could truly understand human nature and see through people's hearts? If Jiang He's memory and observational skills were rated at one hundred percent, his ability to judge others' inner thoughts would score negative one hundred.
Thus, asking about work was Jiang He's weakest point; he simply couldn't grasp the psychological state behind others' words. He couldn't discern whether someone was speaking with hidden meanings or lying. He could only rely on tears or the subtle movements of eyebrows for judgment, but experiments in this area had shown him that such conclusions were often incorrect.
Consequently, this task fell solely to Wang Chao. He categorized Li Weiyi's statements into three types: truths, lies, and those difficult to classify as either. Only after making these distinctions could Jiang He begin analyzing the information.
Li Weiyi certainly did not want to see Jiang He, so Jiang He had no choice but to write down the questions he wanted to ask and let Wang Chao pose them.
One crucial question was whether Li Weiyi had returned home before or during work hours to engage in sexual activities with He Hui Juan. When Wang Chao posed this question, Li Weiyi's expression became quite animated. For a moment, Wang Chao struggled to find words to describe it.
It was a mix of confusion intertwined with anger and tinged with sadness.
Seeing such an expression made Wang Chao admire that expert even more; understanding a person's inner thoughts is truly no easy feat.
This question was no less provocative than the one Jiang He had previously asked, which left Li Weiyi feeling quite displeased.
Li Weiyi spoke up: "How long has it been since I left my house for the police station? Instead of going out to catch the murderer, you keep asking me this and that. It's been five or six hours; I haven't even seen my wife or my mother's body! What exactly do you want?"
As Wang Chao poured a glass of water for Li Weiyi, he tried to calm him down: "Mr. Li, please don't get agitated. Take a sip of water and relax. The reason we are asking you so many questions is that we want to identify who this murderer is as soon as possible. You surely want us to find the murderer quickly too, so we hope you can cooperate."
Li Weiyi nodded slightly.
"Death is a serious matter, so you shouldn't hide anything. Did you have sexual relations with your wife today?" Wang Chao asked again.
"No," Li Weiyi replied firmly.
Wang Chao looked at the note in his hand and couldn't help but curse Jiang He inwardly. What kind of questions were these? Who would not be angry if asked such things? However, Jiang He had instructed Wang Chao to ask these questions, stating that knowing the answers would be crucial for the case.
Wang Chao adopted a tone reminiscent of a "concerned" neighborhood committee member, filled with warmth: "You see, we're about the same age. It wouldn't be inappropriate for me to call you Brother Li. Brother Li, there's one question I must ask you: why, after five years of marriage, do you not have any children?"
Li Weiyi looked at Wang Chao, took a sip of water, and said, "There's no special reason; we simply don't want children. That's a private matter for our family and doesn't concern the police."
Wang Chao could clearly see that Li Weiyi was suppressing his anger.
Yet Wang Chao continued, "If I were to speculate, it seems that He Hui Juan looks down on you. I had someone investigate; your union with He Hui Juan was arranged through a matchmaker. Her parents were satisfied with you, but He Hui Juan herself never thought much of you. You understand this, so after your marriage, you've been very good to her."
Li Weiyi remained silent.
Wang Chao pressed on, "But the more good you do for He Hui Juan, the more she takes advantage of it. She doesn't let you touch her; she criticizes your appearance for being too old-fashioned; she complains that you dress poorly and earn too little. Although you have your grievances about this, He Hui Juan is still quite decent in other respects, so you've endured it."
Li Weiyi gripped his cup tightly.
Wang Chao could feel Li Weiyi's anger rising gradually, and the more he reacted this way, the more Wang Chao knew he was hitting close to home.
"Since you've answered my questions," Wang Chao continued, "I should inform you of something important. According to the autopsy results, your wife He Hui Juan had sexual relations shortly before her death. Our forensic doctor has determined that this occurred within one or two hours prior to her death, and there are no signs of resistance from her."
Li Weiyi continued to grip the cup tightly; Wang Chao could even see the muscles in his hand trembling.
Jiang He's questions had ended, but Wang Chao felt this was an opportunity—an opportunity for Li Weiyi to reveal something significant.
Wang Chao continued, "The absence of any signs of resistance means something. If it wasn't you, then your wife likely cheated on you. Are you aware of this? Your woman won't let you touch her, yet you still have to earn money to support her. Isn't that a great humiliation?"
"Did you go home this afternoon?" Wang Chao's tone grew heavier.
A loud crash echoed in the office.
It was the sound of a cup smashing against the wooden table.
Moments later, the cup shattered into pieces, tea spilling across the floor mixed with shards of glass. The broken glass cut Li Weiyi's hand, blood mingling with the tea to create a brown liquid that dripped steadily down the edge of the table. Li Weiyi's eyes widened in shock, his lips trembling.
Wang Chao hadn't anticipated Li Weiyi's sudden outburst. He looked into Li Weiyi's eyes, which were filled with a murderous rage.
Hearing the sound of glass breaking, the detectives outside rushed into the conference room, fearing something terrible had happened.
Wang Chao knew that if he pushed a little harder now, Li Weiyi would crack.
"You killed your wife and your mother!" he declared.
At that moment, several detectives flooded into the conference room, including Jiang He and Xu Yiman. As they entered, they heard Wang Chao's accusation: "You killed your wife and mother!"
Silence fell over the room as everyone awaited Li Weiyi's response.
Li Weiyi's hands remained tightly gripping the shattered cup, sharp glass digging deep into his palm. Yet he didn't even blink, as if that hand didn't belong to him. Blood flowed steadily, tea leaves drifting like tiny boats in a sea of red.
Suddenly, Li Weiyi burst into laughter, his eyes bloodshot and his body trembling. "Yes, I did it! It was me! That wretched woman—I wanted to kill her! I did it all; I killed my mother and my wife. Now, I'm going to kill myself!"
With that, Li Weiyi raised a shard of glass and lunged it toward his neck. If he succeeded in stabbing himself, severing an artery would be inevitable, and there would be no saving him.
But in that split second, Jiang He lunged forward without hesitation.
When Li Weiyi lifted the shard, Jiang He’s mind quickly analyzed two possibilities: first, there was a seventy percent chance that Li Weiyi intended to commit suicide; second, there was a thirty percent chance that he intended to kill someone.
Before Li Weiyi could utter the words "I want to kill myself," Jiang He’s brain had already relayed this data to his body.
Thus, Jiang He lunged forward.
It turned out that Jiang He made the right choice.
Jiang He collided with Li Weiyi, and the glass shard grazed Jiang He’s arm as they tumbled to the ground.
Li Weiyi still wanted to turn over and continue his attempt at death, but by this time, the surrounding detectives had already reacted. After all, detectives were trained to respond quickly; they only began to act after Li Weiyi finished speaking. In that brief second, Jiang He had already analyzed Li Weiyi's next move.
This was instinct.
Wang Chao glanced at Jiang He’s injury, noting only a long cut from the glass that wasn’t deep but certainly painful. However, he observed that Jiang He seemed unfazed by his own wound, remaining calm as if he were just like Li Weiyi moments ago.
Wang Chao looked at Li Weiyi and shouted, "You little brat! So it was really you who did this. You killed someone and now want to escape punishment by committing suicide? Not a chance! Cuff him and lock him in the interrogation room!"
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