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When he saw the two corpses, Li Weiyi unleashed the greatest performance of his life. In an effort to convey overwhelming sorrow, he immediately fainted. But in reality, Li Weiyi had known about this all along. Instinctively, he tried to cover up the fact that he was guilty, yet during those moments, his heart was in turmoil and agony.
As Wang Chao asked Li Weiyi the questions posed by Jiang He, Li Weiyi seemed to see in those inquiries the faces of his tormentors—his superiors who bullied him, colleagues who looked down on him, his wife who questioned his manhood, and the despairing gaze of his mother.
All of this churned within Li Weiyi, causing him to erupt once more.
This led to what happened next.
After Li Weiyi finished recounting this story, the ashtray in front of him was already filled with cigarette butts. It seemed he had become accustomed to smoking; he hadn’t coughed once during the process, drawing on the cigarette like a seasoned smoker. As he crushed the last cigarette from the pack into the ashtray, a shy smile suddenly appeared on his face.
He said, "It's quite laughable. I always heard that smoking is bad for one's offspring. Now that I think about it, it's truly ironic. Not only am I not harming the next generation, but I don’t even have one. But perhaps it’s for the best; without a next generation, this matter won’t carry on to them. All my relatives are gone now; it’s my turn."
Then, Li Weiyi looked at Jiang He and said, "You should have let me die. After all this fuss, isn’t it just going to end in death anyway?"
Wang Chao replied, "How you are judged is up to the judge; our responsibility is to present you before him intact."
Almost as soon as Wang Chao spoke his first word, Jiang He interjected, "I don’t care whether you live or die; that’s a matter of free will. However, until I uncover the truth, you cannot die."
Everyone turned their gaze toward Jiang He. Feeling their scrutiny, Jiang He added, "Once we discover the truth, whether you live or die will no longer concern us."
Wang Chao looked at Jiang He with some difficulty and coughed twice before saying, "Mind your position; that statement is somewhat inappropriate."
Jiang He understood that these people viewed him as just a police officer from a precinct. He also realized that once his true identity was revealed, there was a ninety percent chance Wang Chao would halt his investigation and a fifty percent chance he would be arrested for questioning.
His mind advised him: if he wanted to continue pursuing this case, the best choice was to remain silent.
Xu Yiman spoke up, "The record is done, and I should be heading back. You all solved the case pretty quickly; the body was discovered at noon, and by the afternoon, you had it figured out."
She stood up and walked out of the room.
Wang Chao patted Jiang He on the shoulder. "Let's go, let Li Weiyi be alone in there for a while."
Wang Chao then turned to Li Weiyi. "No matter whether you regret it now or not, it's too late. I hope in your next life, you can be a good person and find a wife who truly loves you."
Jiang He followed Wang Chao out of the room and said, "I don't quite understand. Based on the information I had before, the probability of Li Weiyi being the murderer was as high as fifty percent. After hearing what Li Weiyi said..."
Wang Chao sighed at Jiang He's words. "I didn't expect it to turn out just as you suspected; the murderer really is Li Weiyi. There's an old saying that even a wise judge finds it hard to settle family disputes. Although the final result is that Li Weiyi killed He Hui Juan, He Hui Juan's harsh words were also a form of murder."
At that moment, Xu Yiman was walking ahead of them and overheard Wang Chao's reflective remarks. She turned her head slightly, facing away from them, her chin pointing towards Jiang He. Her face was slightly flushed, leaving one to wonder if it was due to shyness or something else.
Jiang He looked at Xu Yiman with confusion, but Wang Chao had already guessed what was going on.
"I was a bit impulsive about what happened earlier," Xu Yiman said, her gaze drifting towards Jiang He, her tone lacking confidence.
"What happened?" Jiang He asked in return.
Xu Yiman clicked her tongue and frowned. "That thing."
Jiang He remained puzzled. "What thing?"
Xu Yiman looked directly at Jiang He, somewhat displeased. "The matter where I disrespected you when you said Li Weiyi was the murderer. Did you have to make me say it out loud for you to be satisfied? Well, now you know; I apologize. I was short-sighted before."
Looking at Jiang He’s innocent expression, Xu Yiman felt a surge of anger. Was Jiang He deliberately trying to make her look foolish? However, after reflecting on their brief interactions, she realized that Jiang He always had this aloof demeanor, so she decided not to dwell on it.
The atmosphere in the Criminal Investigation Team was lively; after all, they had captured the murderer in such a short time, which was quite impressive.
The case was straightforward: Li Weiyi, frustrated with his work and life, lost his temper after being ruthlessly berated by his wife. In a fit of rage, he grabbed a kitchen knife and killed her. Not stopping there, he went on to murder his mother as well. Later, when An Jinzhong called him back, Li Weiyi had to feign ignorance to cover up his crimes. Ultimately, under the clever questioning of Team Leader Wang Chao, Li Weiyi's psychological defenses crumbled, revealing the truth of the incident.
At this point, Wang Chao could already envision the report in Ming Pao. If reporters were to interview him, he would emphasize that Officer Jiang He made significant contributions to the case.
Afterward, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to transfer Jiang He to his team. With such exceptional investigative skills, it seemed a waste for Jiang He to remain as a beat cop. Of course, Wang Chao held no prejudice against any profession; it was just clear that Jiang He was born for solving cases and should be in a position that suited him best.
As Wang Chao daydreamed about the future, Jiang He beside him furrowed his brow, seemingly deep in thought.
Now that the case had progressed this far, they were close to uncovering the truth. However, one crucial question remained: how did the murderer escape from a locked room?
Wang Chao hadn’t yet figured this out. He addressed his colleagues: “Li Weiyi still has some unanswered questions. For instance, how did he get out of the room? Where exactly did he lose his phone? We’ll jot down some key points and question him one by one. But since Li Weiyi has already confessed to the murder, there’s no need for him to hide these details.”
Jiang He glanced at Wang Chao and said, “If this is a locked-room mystery, my reasoning is likely close to the truth. I have a seventy percent probability of believing that what we call a locked room didn’t actually exist before the murder took place.”
“What?” Wang Chao scratched his head in confusion. “The locked room didn’t exist?”
Jiang He nodded. “The locked room only formed after the murderer left.”
“What do you mean?” At this moment, Wang Chao began to grasp what Jiang He was implying.
Jiang He stood at the door of an office, using the open door to demonstrate. "Wu Guifeng was lying next to the Shoe Cabinet in the Entrance Hall. We found a bloody handprint on the door behind us. From that handprint, it appears that Wu Guifeng was the one who left it."
Jiang He closed the door with his hand. "Aside from that, there’s nothing else. Based on the information we have, I am seventy percent sure that Wu Guifeng closed the door herself."
Upon hearing Jiang He's words, an image appeared in everyone's minds.
A mother who had been stabbed by her own son, enduring her pain, slowly made her way to the Entrance Hall. With all her strength, she closed the door and locked it from the inside. After doing this, she leaned against the Shoe Cabinet, waiting for her death.
During this time, Wu Guifeng felt immense sorrow. She dared not cry out, fearing any noise might alert others to the unusual happenings on the sixth floor. She sat against the Shoe Cabinet, gazing into the distance, waiting alone for the arrival of death. Like an old tree that no longer cared about life or death, she remained still.
Everyone shook their heads and sighed; a son had committed such an act, yet his mother thought of him even in her final moments.
Jiang He looked at the crowd. "I noticed that seventy percent of you are sighing, but I don’t quite understand what you’re sighing about. Moreover, although I have a seventy percent certainty based on the evidence that Wu Guifeng locked the door, I truly don’t understand why she would do such a thing. Doesn’t that make it harder for us to find the murderer? Why create a puzzle for herself?"
Everyone turned to look at Jiang He.
Jiang He also glanced at each person in turn.
They couldn’t comprehend Jiang He, and he couldn’t understand them either.
It was like spring arriving while travelers walked down the road; those in short sleeves and those in sweaters exchanged glances, silently cursing each other as fools in their hearts.
This was clearly the atmosphere in the current police team, where a group of sweater-clad individuals stared at Jiang He, who wore short sleeves.
In this world, there is no such thing as one person awake while everyone else is drunk; only the power of numbers prevails.
Because the concepts of right and wrong, good and evil in the world are formed by the collective opinions of the majority.
You’re foolish; if you’re foolish, then you are. If you’re not foolish, then you’re not.
Wang Chao attempted to explain to Jiang He, “I believe this stems from a mother’s love; a mother understands her child. Wu Guifeng knows that Li Weiyi is an honest person, and he must have been quite helpless to have come this far. After being stabbed, Wu Guifeng created a closed-off space to cover up the truth of the matter, deliberately misleading the direction of the police investigation.”
Wang Chao recalled his previous reasoning and understood that he had fallen into Wu Guifeng’s trap.
He felt a bit embarrassed. “It’s just like how we naturally assumed that Wu Guifeng killed He Hui Juan first and then committed suicide, but now it seems that everything is not as it appeared.”
Wang Chao couldn’t help but think of Wu Guifeng’s corpse, that wrinkled old man.
“Pity the parents’ hearts; killing someone is just killing someone, and any attempt at concealment is futile,” Wang Chao lamented. “This family is essentially wiped out. Let’s notify He Hui Juan’s family to come collect the body; the case ends here.”
“Wait a moment.”
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