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This is the final story of the Zhao Baoding murder case. Zhao Baoding once said that he killed Wang Sanbao's family because he feared that Wang Sanbao's two sons would grow up to bully Zhao Lan and Zhao Gen. However, Zhao Baoding's words turned out to be prophetic. Indeed, five years later, such a thing happened.
Zhao Lan and her mother committed suicide, while the released Wang Xiaochuan also went missing. The villagers suspected that it was Zhao Gen who had acted. After all, the mountains were vast; after committing murder, one could easily find a place to bury the body without anyone reporting it. It was likely that Wang Xiaochuan's body would never be found, and Zhao Gen also chose to take his own life.
In Dongguan Village, neither the Wang Sanbao family nor the Zhao Baoding family had any descendants left. Regardless of who was good or who was bad, they were all dead now. From this, I understood why Zhao Gen lost control of his emotions that day and preferred to die rather than surrender.
Perhaps in Zhao Gen's heart, at the age of fifteen, he stubbornly believed that his father was not wrong. Yes, all the villagers said that Zhao Baoding was a good person and that Wang Sanbao was a bad person. A good person killing a bad person—wasn't that just ridding society of evil? But why did the police arrest his father and execute him?
This incident likely left a deep shadow in fifteen-year-old Zhao Gen's heart. Later on, with what happened to Zhao Lan, it further made Zhao Gen feel that we police were incompetent. After all, Zhao Xiaochuan and others were only sentenced to two years in the end. Thus, in Zhao Gen's mind, we were all useless; the police deserved to die.
This explains why Zhao Gen harbored such hatred towards us. Upon reflection, aside from Zhao Gen, others might feel similarly. If we analyze this situation further, we might uncover something useful. Guo Guoqing's childhood was similar; as mentioned before, his parents had been estranged for a long time.
Especially when he was six years old, Guo Guoqing's mother began having affairs, often right in front of him. Perhaps she thought a child wouldn't understand such matters; however, Guo Guoqing was precocious and understood these things from a young age. Thus, at eight years old, he killed his mother and then his father. By fourteen, he had even murdered several innocent women.
Angel's story is similar; she excelled academically but faced significant life changes for no reason, leading her to become who she is now—a heartbreaking transformation. If we analyze this from the perspective of their murders, if these three individuals had not chosen to kill, they would have been tragic protagonists instead of ruthless murderers.
This may be a common trait among them: all three harbored intense hatred towards the police and extreme distrust of law enforcement. Therefore, Guo Guoqing gathering this group could very well be aimed at targeting the police. Thinking about this made me break out in a cold sweat.
If this is indeed the case, then there are some issues with how events are unfolding.
Guo Guoqing wants to play games with us while almost avoiding murder altogether. I previously mentioned that someone like Guo Guoqing would not stop easily. He has an inherently anti-human nature; if he can refrain from killing now, it means he intends to kill more later. Given his previous schemes involving Juan Juan and Mary—who are both women but more importantly are police officers—it becomes clear.
Upon sharing my thoughts with everyone, they found my reasoning compelling.
Although Guo Guoqing appeared jovial in the interrogation room with us, I could sense an underlying hatred towards us deep within him. Previously, I thought he felt this way towards everyone; however, it seems that his animosity is specifically directed at people like his mother and us police officers.
From our current understanding of the situation, we still do not grasp Guo Guoqing's intentions or have even touched upon the edges of his conspiracy. However, at least with Zhao Gen having committed suicide, Guo Guoqing has lost an accomplice. No matter what kind of scheme he has in mind now, its impact will be significantly diminished.
There was nothing left to investigate in Dongguan Village. After bidding farewell to the village chief and others, we prepared to leave. Just as we were about to exit the village, Yuzelin called me. I answered and asked, "Old Yu, what's up? Did you find any results?"
Yuzelin had been busy checking surveillance footage and planning related matters for some time now. At this moment when Yuzelin called me, it either meant there was news or something else had happened. Naturally, I hoped for the former but heard Yuzelin exclaim urgently: "Linzi! Something has happened!"
Hearing Yuzelin's anxious tone suggested something significant had occurred. I quickly asked what was going on when Yuzelin said: "You need to hurry over to Wuyi Road Industrial and Commercial Bank—there's been a bank robbery!"
Upon hearing this, my head buzzed, and I couldn't process the information for a long time. A bank robbery had occurred, even with such a comprehensive security system in place. I couldn't even remember the last time I heard about a bank heist—was it five years ago or ten?
"We're heading over right now!" I said to Yuzelin.
A few people noticed my serious expression and furrowed brows, unsure of what had happened, and began to ask questions. I told them, "I just received a call from Yuzelin. There’s been a bank robbery on Wuyi Road. We still don’t know the situation there. Dezi, let’s move out immediately."
"Do we know who the perpetrators are?" Mary asked.
I shook my head and replied, "No, the call didn’t clarify that; all I know is that a robbery took place."
Juan Juan sighed and said, "The Guo Guoqing case has already left us overwhelmed, and we have no idea how to handle it moving forward. Now there's a bank robbery as well. It seems we might need to mobilize the Police Force from across the province. But robbing a bank isn't an easy task; do the robbers have guns?"
I remained silent; all questions would be answered once we arrived at the scene. We drove in silence until we reached Wuyi Road. The area was already in chaos; traffic was congested even before reaching the bank, with several traffic officers directing vehicles. One section of the road had been closed off—no entry allowed.
Amidst the surrounding turmoil, we displayed our identification and were finally permitted to enter Wuyi Road. As we approached the bank, we noticed that many news reporters had already arrived—truly faster than Western journalists when something goes wrong.
We parked the car and walked toward the bank. Before even entering, we saw debris scattered along the street—plastic fragments littered everywhere, unrecognizable in their shattered state, along with shards of glass from nearby vehicles.
Looking at the wreckage, I remarked, "These fragments are fanned out; this scene could only be caused by an explosion. Could it be that the Killer used a bomb to rob the bank?"
We continued forward, but ahead was already cordoned off by police tape. A crowd of reporters surrounded the perimeter, bombarding anyone they could with questions while others interviewed witnesses—an incessant buzz filled the air.
"How much money did the bank lose?" one reporter asked.
"How many robbers were there?" another inquired.
"What leads does the police have at this point?" yet another shouted.
We managed to slip past the police line and evade the reporters' pursuit until we reached the entrance of the bank. At that moment, we saw that the automatic doors had been completely blown apart; even the glass at the service window was shattered. Many terrified individuals sat on the ground; those injured in this incident had already been taken away by ambulances.
Inside the bank was even more chaotic than outside—it looked as if a war had broken out. Even the ATMs were deformed. Scattered across the floor were numerous bills—some intact while others lay in tatters—as uninjured bank staff hurriedly picked up coins from the ground.
Yuzelin was speaking into her walkie-talkie when she spotted us and nodded in acknowledgment.
"Damn, those robbers really ran fast. Now everyone from the Police Department is out in full force," Yuzelin said. "I hope we can catch these thieves in the shortest time possible. Robbing a bank with explosives, these people are truly bold."
We could all see the anger in Yuzelin's eyes; it was clear that she was under immense pressure. The recent gun incident was already enough for her to handle, and now there was this so-called robbery case. If they couldn't solve it quickly, Yuzelin might not be able to stay in her position much longer. It wasn't just her; even the County Police Chief's position would be at risk.
I patted Yuzelin on the shoulder and asked, "What’s the casualty situation?"
Yuzelin sighed and replied, "One dead, three seriously injured, and countless minor injuries. The ones who were seriously injured and the deceased were all bank tellers; the rest suffered minor injuries, either from flying glass shards or being knocked down by the blast wave."
I nodded, looking at the chaotic scene inside the bank, which clearly indicated how powerful the explosion had been. To use explosives with such strength meant these were not ordinary robbers. With that thought in mind, I said to Yuzelin, "The surveillance footage should have captured these people's details, right?"
Yuzelin nodded and said, "I just had someone bring over the surveillance video."
As we spoke, a detective approached with a USB drive in hand. At that moment, Mary had already taken out her laptop and plugged in the USB drive. We all began to watch the video together. In it, a man wearing a baseball cap and mask, dressed in a down jacket, appeared on screen.
At first glance, it was clear that this person was suspicious.
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