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Seeing Li Weiyi shed tears, Jiang He couldn't help but observe him closely. Unlike the crying he had witnessed at the crematorium, Li Weiyi's tears were silent. Jiang He noticed that Li Weiyi's body trembled slightly, tears streaming down his cheeks without a sound.
Was this really crying? Jiang He couldn't understand; he only knew that the people at the crematorium were likely pretending to mourn.
Li Weiyi slowly recounted his story, tears continuing to flow.
For many years, they had not had children, which was due to Li Weiyi's own issues—he was infertile and unable to conceive. In light of this situation, He Hui Juan didn't seem to mind much; it was just that Li Weiyi couldn't overcome his psychological burden. Ever since he learned of this condition, he had not been intimate with He Hui Juan.
Li Weiyi felt guilty towards He Hui Juan, but she showed little annoyance about the matter.
Thus, over the years, regardless of what He Hui Juan did or said, Li Weiyi never argued back. Even when she lashed out in anger and spoke harshly, he remained calm. He understood how others viewed their wives—women who couldn’t bear children and were perceived as lazy and greedy. Such women would have been divorced long ago if given to someone else.
He Hui Juan had heard such comments but never considered it her husband's fault; she believed it was not her problem.
Li Weiyi understood that marriage was built on intimacy and love. Because of his emotional struggles, he could no longer provide a normal marital life for his wife. Then, just over a month ago, he discovered that his wife had been unfaithful. Although Li Weiyi was honest and simple-minded, he wasn't foolish.
His wife, who usually didn’t bother with makeup, began to dress up beautifully. The woman who rarely washed her clothes now appeared stunning every day.
Li Weiyi realized that his wife's beauty was not for him but for another man. He also understood that with him often away from home and her having no job, it was easy to guess where she went and whom she met.
However, Li Weiyi believed that as He Hui Juan's husband, no matter how much fun she had outside, she would always return home.
During that month, Li Weiyi never confronted her about anything. He hoped for the day when she would come back to him. He asked for nothing; he worked hard and endured her scoldings and the humiliation of being cheated on while still striving to make things work.
But he never imagined that both his wife and mother would be murdered.
His world collapsed in an instant.
"But I don’t understand," Jiang He said. "You knew your wife was cheating on you; why didn’t you divorce her? And now that your wife has been killed, why don’t you want to catch the murderer? Don’t you realize that under these circumstances, murder carries a sentence? You have a sixty percent chance of receiving the death penalty and a forty percent chance of life imprisonment."
"If your whole family died, you would Understand why!" Li Weiyi coldly stared at Jiang He, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
Jiang He shook his head and replied, "When I was six years old, both my parents passed away. Three years ago, the distant relatives who adopted me also died. Like you, I have no family left. But I still don't quite Understand why you are doing this."
Li Weiyi fixed his gaze on Jiang He and suddenly smiled, "I thought I was the most miserable person in the world, but it seems that's not the case. You are more miserable than I am."
"Why?" Jiang He pressed on. "Why am I more miserable than you? Is it because I've lost one more family member than you?"
Li Weiyi chuckled, "It's because I Understand, while you do not Understand. Just based on that, you are far more miserable than I am. You have been searching for answers but cannot find them; you will never find them!"
Li Weiyi suddenly let out a long howl, and then he refused to say anything further.
As they walked out of the interrogation room, Wang Chao and Jiang He remained silent.
Wang Chao secretly observed Jiang He; there was not a trace of sadness on his face, as if those who had died were not his relatives at all. Wang Chao couldn't believe that Jiang He had such experiences. He wanted to comfort Jiang He with a few words, but when he was about to speak, he found himself at a loss for words.
Perhaps Jiang He simply could not comprehend it. Wang Chao wondered if this was related to Jiang He's condition, but he suddenly found himself agreeing with Li Weiyi's words: Jiang He was far more miserable than Li Weiyi. If Li Weiyi still retained the core aspects of being human, Jiang He seemed to have lost the ability to feel joy or sorrow altogether.
When Wang Chao was in high school, he studied Fan Zhongyan's "Memorial of the Yueyang Tower," where it mentioned that a sage does not rejoice in external gains nor grieve over personal losses. Wang Chao had always believed that no one in the world could embody such a principle, but now he saw it before him.
Not rejoicing in external gains nor grieving over personal losses.
What a lonely and desolate life that must be.
Jiang He turned to Wang Chao and said, "Although Li Weiyi is definitely not the murderer, we saw him on camera. Based on his position, I have a sixty percent chance of believing he went back home but didn't enter. If he had gone home, perhaps He Hui Juan wouldn't have been killed."
Wang Chao sighed, "Sometimes there's nothing you can do about it; maybe that's just fate."
Jiang He rebutted, "Based on my observations, I have a ninety-nine percent probability of believing that 'fate' does not exist. If..."
"Enough!" Wang Chao quickly interjected, "I wasn't being rigorous; I just said it off the cuff. Now that it's out in the open, you should take the time to get some sleep. If you discover anything, we'll communicate with you."
Jiang He shook his head and said, "I suffer from severe insomnia. Sleeping does not help me at all. I need a glass of milk and a set of Go."
At eight in the morning.
A detective pointed to Jiang He, who was playing Go against himself in the distance, and said to Wang Chao, "Captain, that person has been playing against himself for four hours now. Don't you think that's boring? If it were me, I'd be dozing off within five minutes."
Wang Chao shook his head, observing Jiang He.
Jiang He was not playing quickly; after four hours, the Go board was still mostly empty. Although Wang Chao did not know how to play Go, he understood that one could not possibly play for such a long time against oneself; it simply wasn't something a normal person would do. However, Wang Chao reconsidered—Jiang He was never really a normal person.
At that moment, Jiang He paid no mind to others' opinions; he was completely focused on his game against himself. This was actually a method Jiang He used to treat himself. He would experience episodes at any time and place, where memories would suddenly crowd into his mind as if someone were pounding on his brain with their fists. That kind of pain was something Jiang He had yet to find a second comparison for.
Only when Jiang He concentrated intensely could he find temporary relief. He could not stop; he had to continuously engage in a mentally demanding activity, or else the memories from before would quietly resurface like rolling waves. This was also why Jiang He suffered from severe insomnia—he wasn't unable to sleep; he was afraid to sleep.
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the police team finally brought some good news.
According to their investigation, a man named Feng Bin had come into their sights. This man was thirty-four years old, relatively slender, and about the same build as Jiang He. Currently, he ran an internet company in Dragon City with an annual profit of around one million dollars—considered quite prosperous.
Feng Bin was usually busy with work and often did not return home. He had a forty-year-old wife named Hannah and no children at present. It was understood that the startup capital for Feng Bin's company came from Hannah's investment. She had initially invested around two hundred thousand dollars, and under Feng Bin's efforts, the company gradually grew.
Feng Bin held thirty percent of the company's shares while Hannah held seventy percent.
Interestingly, Feng Bin had been a high school classmate of He Hui Juan. Two months ago, He Hui Juan's high school class had just held a reunion that both he and Feng Bin attended.
More importantly, on the afternoon after He Hui Juan's death, Feng Bin purchased a plane ticket to Dongxing City under the pretense of going on a business trip. An investigation using Feng Bin's identification revealed that after arriving in Dongxing City, he took a high-speed train to Yuzhou City.
After spending a night at a hotel in Yuzhou City, which was three days ago, Feng Bin stopped using his identification altogether. His phone is now turned off, and he has completely disappeared from Yuzhou City. With no leads on Feng Bin's whereabouts, the criminal police have contacted the local authorities to search for and apprehend him.
"Witnessing guilt and fleeing," Wang Chao remarked. "With so much information aligning, Feng Bin is a major suspect."
Jiang He nodded and asked, "Do we know where Hannah is? If Feng Bin is planning to leave, I have a sixty percent chance of believing he will clarify some things with Hannah."
Another officer chimed in, "The two of them bought a duplex at Upper East Courtyard."
"Let's go check it out," Jiang He said.
Just as they were about to head to Hannah's home, a detective approached them.
He glanced around and delivered shocking news: he had just received a call from someone claiming to be Hannah. She stated that Feng Bin was currently at home, and she would do her best to keep her husband there, hoping the police could arrive quickly to apprehend him.
Everyone exchanged glances, unable to believe that this elusive Feng Bin had returned to Dragon City.
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