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From here on, all the details aligned perfectly.
On the morning of July 28th at 9 AM, He Hui Juan arranged to meet Feng Bin at her home via a text message. At 11:15 AM, Feng Bin plunged a serrated knife into He Hui Juan's abdomen. Before leaving, Feng Bin thoroughly deleted any information about himself from his phone. As the boss of an internet company, this was Feng Bin's specialty.
At 11:25 AM, Luo Jinbao arrived at He Hui Juan's house and noticed the phone on the table, which he then stole. Luo Jinbao did not realize that the figure lying on the bed was dead, so he left calmly, even remembering to close the door behind him.
Around 11:35 AM, Wu Guifeng returned home. She called for her daughter-in-law to get up but discovered a serrated knife lodged in her daughter-in-law's abdomen when she pulled back the covers. In the next fifteen minutes, Wu Guifeng wiped away the fingerprints from the knife, locked the door, and committed suicide beside the shoe cabinet.
At around 1:30 PM, a middle school student across the hall noticed blood seeping under the door and reported it to the police.
This is how the entire case unfolded; it was actually quite simple.
However, the main issue was that two individuals interfered with the case: Wu Guifeng and Li Weiyi. Jiang He could not understand what these two were trying to accomplish. Without Wu Guifeng's interference and without Li Weiyi's involvement, this case would likely have been resolved quickly without taking so much time.
Feng Bin had clearly confessed to his crime; all details matched up, providing solid evidence.
Since they had caught the murderer, Li Weiyi could be released without charges.
As Li Weiyi left, he appeared somewhat forlorn. According to procedure, after the case concluded, he could take the body with him, but he did not sign that agreement; he simply walked out of the police station alone. It was evident that Li Weiyi felt disappointed as he left; perhaps he never intended to leave alive when he entered.
"Why didn’t they let me die?"
Jiang He suddenly recalled Li Weiyi's earlier statement.
Feng Bin also admitted that during their affair, he had given He Hui Juan a considerable amount of money and had helped her purchase many game credits. However, with He Hui Juan's phone being found, more information came to light. The detectives from the Forensic Science Division discovered that He Hui Juan was not merely playing games; she was making money through account leveling services for others.
At times she earned as much as two hundred yuan in a single day; other times there were stretches without any income. Even during the four hours leading up to her death, several online users sent messages requesting her help in leveling up their accounts. Over the years, He Hui Juan had managed to save up around fifty thousand yuan.
However, more than two months ago, He Hui Juan withdrew all her money—eighty thousand yuan in total—including funds transferred to her by others. The purpose of this withdrawal remains unclear, and no trace of that cash was found in He Hui Juan's home. Additionally, Li Weiyi did not mention this cash in his testimony, which raised suspicions. But where He Hui Juan spent that money was not the main focus.
After Feng Bin was apprehended, Hannah rushed to the police station upon hearing the news.
When she saw Feng Bin, Hannah couldn't help but cry uncontrollably.
Jiang He seemed to have a peculiar fondness for watching others cry; at that moment, he observed Hannah sobbing through the bars as she poured her heart out to Feng Bin.
Hannah's crying was different from others. When she wept, she didn't look at Feng Bin; instead, she stared at a fixed point. Her sobs were not loud, but tears streamed down her face continuously. Jiang He also couldn't understand whether Hannah's tears were genuine or feigned, or what emotions lay behind them.
Hannah's voice, however, was loud enough for the surrounding police officers to hear clearly. Jiang He feared that even those outside the house could catch her words.
"Husband, I won't hide it from you; I called the police to arrest you," Hannah sobbed. "I know this is heartless of me, but I really don't want you to become a murderer or a fugitive, living in constant fear. I truly don't wish for this. We have money, and if possible, you wouldn't have to face the death penalty, my husband..."
Feng Bin glanced at Hannah and then at the several police officers nearby before speaking. "Forget everything, my wife. I was unfaithful first and committed murder afterward; all of this is my own doing. You don't need to worry about me; whatever the outcome, it's something I should bear."
Jiang He observed Feng Bin's calm demeanor as he continued, "Listen to me. Bring a lawyer; let's get a divorce. You can find someone who truly cares for you. Our company has already become legitimate; you don't need to do anything. The employees will handle their work themselves, enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life."
Feng Bin was making arrangements for what lay ahead. "Please don't inform my parents about this; they wouldn't want their child to be known as a murderer."
Then he turned to Wang Chao. "If possible, I hope my parents are told that I died in a car accident rather than from murder."
Wang Chao sighed. "If only we had known this earlier... According to regulations, we must inform them clearly. After so many years together, you truly owe your wife an apology."
Wang Chao then looked at Jiang He and noticed that he had been watching Hannah intently.
Hannah picked up on Wang Chao's words and said, "Husband, I know there's an age gap between us and that you mind my past. The reason I acted as I did was simply because I wanted a better life. I understand that when we got married, you had reservations; perhaps you were with me just for the money. Signing that agreement was merely a way for me to be with you."
"But," Hannah shook her head, "after all these years, you still can't accept me. The times we've been intimate are few and far between..."
Feng Bin covered his face with his hands, his voice muffled as it came through his fingers. "Forget everything; just promise me you'll take care of my parents."
After that, Feng Bin buried his face deeply and said nothing more.
During this time, Jiang He had been watching Hannah closely and had formed a conclusion in his mind.
Hannah was still dressed in designer clothes and wore high heels. Her makeup was heavy; there was a stark contrast line between her neck and face as if they belonged to two different people. Her nails were done in dark shades of black and red. She wore deep red lipstick that would look alluring on anyone else’s lips. Her hair was styled perfectly with mousse; not a single strand was out of place.
From all these observations, Jiang He deduced that Hannah hadn't rushed over upon hearing the news; she had taken great care in her appearance before arriving, which contradicted her emotional state.
Jiang He stared intently at Hannah, who noticed his heated gaze as well. She scrutinized him in return but didn't have a favorable first impression of him. A man might not be handsome but should at least be clean and tidy. Jiang He’s appearance was average—neither handsome nor ugly—but he certainly lacked cleanliness.
During the investigation, Jiang He hadn't even washed his hair once.
Looking at Jiang He's intense gaze, Hannah was not shy at all; at forty years old, she had seen her fair share of battles.
Hannah tilted her head slightly and said to Jiang He, "My makeup must be a mess now. I’m sorry for making you laugh. Where's the restroom? I need to tidy myself up."
Wang Chao quickly replied, "It's at the end of the hallway. Just keep walking straight, and you'll find it."
Hannah thanked him and pulled out a mirror from her bag as she walked inside.
At the moment she opened her bag, Jiang He caught a glimpse of its contents. He had heard that a woman's bag is like a bottomless pit, and while he knew this was an exaggeration, Hannah's bag wasn't exactly bottomless; it just contained a lot of items, most of which were cosmetics. Jiang He recognized many of the brand names clearly.
Watching Hannah's departing figure, Wang Chao sighed, "You know, this world is really tough. Once you get one thing, you start wanting another. After achieving success in your career, you seek love, and look where that has led you."
However, Jiang He ignored Wang Chao's musings and asked, "Is that person outside Hannah's driver?"
Wang Chao glanced outside and saw a tall man standing beside a BMW. The man was about six feet tall, handsome, and well-built. Dressed in designer suits and wearing black sunglasses, he looked like a television star.
Wang Chao turned back and said, "Yeah, you recognize that car, right? It must cost several million. That guy looks sharp too. When will we ever drive a car like that? It seems impossible in this lifetime."
But when Wang Chao turned back again, Jiang He was already gone.
Through the window, he realized that Jiang He had approached the driver.
Jiang He scrutinized the driver up close.
In addition to his designer suit, the driver's shoes and the belt peeking out were also branded. Especially notable was the watch on his wrist, which was worth around one hundred thousand dollars. It seemed this driving job paid well enough for such a young man to earn so much money.
The driver was also observing Jiang He but was puzzled by why Jiang He kept staring at him.
"What do you want?" The driver's temper seemed to be quite bad.
Jiang He remained silent.
"Get lost." The driver pushed Jiang He aside. "Don't cause trouble here."
"How much is your monthly salary?" Jiang He asked.
The driver frowned, clearly annoyed. "What does my salary have to do with you? Get out of the way."
With that, the driver began to shove Jiang He.
"What are you doing?" Wang Chao, seeing the commotion, walked over. "Are you fighting in front of the police station?"
At that moment, Hannah came out of the police station and quickly intervened. "What's going on here?"
Jiang He spoke first. "I just asked him how much he earns in a month."
Hannah placed a hand protectively on the driver and said, "His monthly salary is around five to six thousand. What else would it be? Summit, stop causing trouble here and be mindful of your identity."
Reluctantly, the driver took his seat in the driver's position.
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