Serious Crime Unit 1

Chapter 1162 Death of Professor (9)
Liang Ying is about 160 centimeters tall, slightly fat, with a fair face with many freckles, a flat nose, and average-to-lower looks. However, she has the temperament of a scholar, elegant manners, and a sweet voice, so she is not ugly. She is long. It is almost exactly the same as Liang Xuan.

"Well, I like to hear what Officer Wu has to say." She took out a tissue and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She looked at Wu Jiang with dark eyes, and her sullen expression became calm.Xiaoke felt that Wu Jiang was indeed one step ahead of him in handling the relationship between visiting the other party.The main reason is that Xiaoke's personality is more straightforward and impatient, while Wu Jiang is gentle and calm.

"Liang Ying, your father was strangled to death in your living room. We conducted a detailed investigation of the scene and investigated several suspects, but we ruled them out. The murderer has a strong counter-investigation ability, so , I would like to ask you to cooperate with our work."

"What do you want me to do?"

"We want to know from you, has your father offended anyone? Or who hates your father?"

"This... my father has a gentle and kind personality. He rarely competes with others for fame and wealth. He should not offend anyone."

"Think carefully, even a small thing is important to us."

"Well...my father spends most of his energy on academic research and rarely participates in my life. However, he loves me very much and is willing to give me the best things, such as funding for me to go to London for further study...when I In my memory, this is the only time he was angry with me..." She stopped and shook her head, as if she didn't want to continue talking.

"What did you think of? In order to catch the murderer as soon as possible and let your father rest in peace under the clouds, please don't hide anything."

"After I graduated from the Provincial University of Political Science and Law, I wanted to find a job. My father told me to continue my studies, but I didn't really want to continue studying. While I was looking for a job, I met Huang Weijun, a young painter. , after a period of dating, I developed feelings for him.

"My father knew about this. He learned from others that Huang Weijun had no job and only drew cartoons for some websites. However, because the style of painting was not suitable for the market or the drawing skills were not good, it did not resonate with readers. He only earned 1500 yuan a month. He was living in poverty and had very little money. I often supported him, and my father gave me the money.

"So, my father was firmly opposed to me being with Huang Weijun. Once, my father knew that I was looking for Huang Weijun again, so he followed me to Huang Weijun's rental house and yelled at Huang Weijun, which was extremely insulting. And Huang Weijun was A man with extremely high self-esteem and low self-esteem, and a bad temper, actually got into a fight with my father.

"Later, after my dissuasion, Huang Weijun finally suppressed his anger and escaped. My father's wrist was sprained by Huang Weijun. I wanted to send him to the hospital, but he refused to let me send him. He said to me angrily: If I If you want to continue dating Huang Weijun, you must sever the father-daughter relationship with me and let me leave the house.

"I cried and begged my father to let me be with Huang Weijun, because I believed that Huang Weijun was a talented painter and would definitely succeed in the future. My father saw my stubbornness and snatched the key to my bag back and told me never to enter. At his house, if I didn't come home for three days, he would publish it in the newspaper and sever the father-daughter relationship with me.

"I stayed in a small hotel for a night and cried all night. I weighed the pros and cons for a long time. Finally, I felt that I only have one father and I can have many boyfriends. Why should I hang myself from a tree? I'm not young anymore. Look. Too many men and women have separated and reunited. One out of three couples in our city has divorced, not to mention that Huang Weijun and I are not husband and wife.

"The next day I compromised with my father and went home at noon. After seeing me, my father was extremely happy. He took me to the West Lake House for dinner, drank with me, and had a deep and sincere conversation with me. Finally, my father and I reached an agreement. Agreement, he sent me to London to study international law, because I like international law. I often see Chinese diplomats in the news who are impressive, personable, neither arrogant nor humble, and speak well. I am very envious, so I decided to study at the University of London. international law.

"In order to completely cut off my relationship with Huang Weijun, my father got a visa for me to go to the UK within a week. He let me live at his classmate's house in London, where I studied and took exams. God paid off. , half a year later, I was finally admitted to the International Law Department of the University of London, and began a arduous, long, and happy study life." She spoke in high spirits, forgetting that she was returning to her country for a funeral.

"Have you not contacted Huang Weijun since you went to London for graduate school?" Wu Jiang admired Liang Ying's hard work and patience from the bottom of his heart, because international law is very difficult to learn and it takes at least 8 years to graduate. It is a long marathon. .

"Do you think Huang Weijun will kill your father because he hates him for breaking up the two of you?"

"I dare not say this, but Huang Weijun has a bad temper, is paranoid, and is sullen. If he decides to do something, he will definitely do it. I am just the opposite. If you didn't ask, I would have forgotten about him. I am here I’m very happy in London and have a boyfriend.”

"Congratulations on your successful love and academic success... Apart from Huang Weijun, who else has your father had conflicts with?"

"No, my father is a scholar. He is very tolerant and generous. He will never have conflicts with others easily."

"Okay. Let's talk about this today. If you think of anything suspicious, please call me." Wu Jiang handed her a business card. "Officer Wu, when can I get my father's body back..." She burst into tears thinking of her father.

"After you have been quarantined for 14 days, come to us again at the Municipal Criminal Police Team. Don't worry, we will definitely bring the murderer to justice to comfort your father's spirit in heaven!" Wu Jiang waved to her and walked out with Xiao Ke. Room 1001.

6
Xiaoke found Huang Weijun's identity information in the police communication. He lived in Room 1988, Building 10, Huayang Community on October 10, 10. This community is located at No. 101 Huanshi Road and falls under the jurisdiction of Jiangbei District.Wu Jiang and Xiao Ke are familiar with this community. They have been there to investigate cases.

The two of them drove to Huayang Community and, under the guidance of security guards, found Room 10 in Building 101.The moment the door was opened, they immediately smelled a stench. When they walked in, they found that the living room was filled with all kinds of garbage. Most of them were discarded canvases, followed by drawing paper and cardboard boxes, which were almost piled up. ceiling.Because these garbage have not been processed for a long time, they emit a foul smell. For modern people, this is simply unbelievable.

Huang Weijun has thick long hair that hangs down to his shoulders. The beard on his face is more than an inch long. His face is dark and dirty, as if he hasn't washed his face in several years. Apart from his pretty facial features, he has nothing good about him.Back then, Liang Ying was so blinded by love that she actually fell in love with such a person.

He was wearing an old military uniform and liberation shoes. At first glance, he looked like a homeless man, or a migrant worker who had just come out of a poor mountain village.His hands were stained with oil paint, and his body smelled like sweat. He probably hadn't showered in a month.His expression was dull, decadent, and cold. No wonder Liang Xuan, a senior professor, wanted to separate him and Liang Ying.

Xiao Ke took out his police officer ID card and asked him to look at it. He looked at it casually and said, "Oh... my house is very messy and I didn't buy a decent sofa. You can just sit on the pile of paper." Xiao Ke saw a pile of paper beside the bedroom door. There were two folding chairs, knowing that Huang Weijun was too lazy to get them for them to sit on, so Xiao Ke walked over and took the folding chairs, opened them and placed them in the middle of the living room.

"Mr. Huang, do you live alone?" Wu Jiang asked.

He nodded and sat down on a pile of papers, as if he didn't want to say another word.

"How could you make the house so messy? To be honest, I have visited thousands of people in my life, and no one's home is as messy as yours..."

"I am not an ordinary person. I am a painter. How can I live like most ordinary people? Do you know the great Dutch painter Van Gogh? My life is similar to his. In order to pursue a prostitute, he put his ear in front of her. Cut it off... To be independent and independent, to live in poverty and enjoy life is the must-have character of a painter..." He glared at Wu Jiang with a very disdainful look.

"Okay, if I don't talk about life with you, I can't understand your spiritual world. We are here for Liang Xuan's murder case. I heard that you hate Liang Xuan very much?"

"Yes, I can't wait to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin. If he hadn't looked down on others and beat us up, Liang Ying would never have left me. Our child was already 6 years old at this time, and now I am living in such poverty. My life is all thanks to Liang Xuan, I often want to crush him to ashes!" He replied through gritted teeth.

"Aren't you happy to live in poverty? Why don't you care about poverty? Van Gogh should be more miserable than you, right?" Xiao Ke couldn't help but add a sentence. He looked down on people who were pretentious but whose talents were thinner than paper.

"Don't we, the painters who create spiritual food for all mankind, live a high life? Do you know who was the king of the Netherlands during Van Gogh's time?" He glanced at Xiao Ke.

"Excuse my ignorance."

"That's right, most people don't know the king at that time, they only know Van Gogh. This is the greatness of the painter." He said proudly, as if he was the reincarnation of Van Gogh.

"Okay, let's get to the point. Since you hate Liang Xuan so much and want to kill him..."

"What are you talking about? I just hate him and don't want to kill him. You have to understand that there is a huge difference between fantasy and reality."

"Okay, let me be more direct. Where were you from 2 to 20 pm on February 9th? What were you doing?" Wu Jiang didn't want to discuss Van Gogh with him.

(End of this chapter)