I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 146 Destiny
The road to Baota Town where the crime occurred was not easy to travel. It was the peak time for people returning home, and there were many traffic jams along the way. The group had to stop and go on the national highway.

Time passed quickly, the sun soon set and it was almost time for dinner.

A glance at the winding traffic ahead and the mobile phone map showed that the congested road section was more than eight kilometers long. Everyone was calm and there was no point in being anxious as the car could not fly.

In this situation, no matter what kind of car you have, you have to move forward slowly and honestly.

Jiang Hanwen sat in the back row, looking at the smoke rising from the village in the distance.

I feel a little sad. Nowadays, you can still see farmers using earthen stoves and straw pots, but in a few years, these things will become history.

The village is destined to disappear, just like the era of cicada chirping and rice fragrance, which will sooner or later become history.

On the gray tile roof, a wisp of green smoke slowly rose into the air from the chimney.

A gust of wind blew, and the smoke column was blown away and disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Hanwen's mood became much calmer. Taking advantage of his free time, he began to search his mind for memories related to the case.

This is not an easy process. There are too many cases to remember, and when I really need them, I often have to think hard to slowly remember the details.

Close your eyes, concentrate, the noise in your ears disappears instantly, and recall carefully.

Finally, Jiang Hanwen gained something.

It was a thick file, which he had to use his connections to get from the archives. The records in it were extremely detailed, covering every detail, almost the entire life of the murderer.

As the memories deepen.

Hammer, serial killer, village, a vague image emerged in Jiang Hanwen's mind.

It was a little boy with delicate features, a dirty face, and he did not look happy.

He really couldn't be happy.

seventies.

Being born in a poor family is a torture for a precocious child.

The sky was gloomy, as if it had just rained heavily.

The child was standing on the dirt road at the entrance of the village, holding a bundle of pig grass in his hands.

The muddy road in front of him made him hesitate whether to go to the mountain to collect grass for pigs again.

The dirt road was muddy and difficult to walk on after the rain. For an eight-year-old child without shoes, walking seven or eight miles in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow was not an easy task.

In fact, even if the weather is good, it may not be that good.

The village road is bumpy.

On sunny days, the road is almost turned into a raft by the crushing of large and small vehicles, and even ordinary tricycles can hardly drive on it. On rainy days, the mud on the road is almost bottomless, and people cannot get their feet out after stepping on it, so vehicles cannot pass at all. However, this is the only way out of the village.

There are more than 200 families in the village, and most of them are in difficult circumstances, but the boy's family is the poorest. His parents live in a low thatched house made of adobe that they built themselves, and in this low thatched house, the couple gave birth to 6 children.

At one end of the thatched house was the parents' bedroom. There was no decent furniture in the room except for a tattered pine bed, and the bedding on the bed was covered with many patches.

Next to the pine bed is a simple kitchen. There is an iron pot on the stove made of brick and mud. Whenever cooking, the whole house is filled with thick smoke, making it hard to breathe.

The walls of the thatched house, above half a person's height, were covered with traces of smoke and fire, especially the roof, which was pitch black as if oil was about to drip at any time.

Next to the kitchen is the cowshed, which is the only animal power in the family and also the most valuable property. In the eyes of the boy’s parents, the cow is much more important than their child.

After all, there are six children and only one cow.

As soon as you enter this house where people and animals live together, you can smell the smoky smell of farm smoke as well as the strong stench of cow dung and cow urine.

This is the environment the boy lives in. When the boy was very young, his family was discriminated against. When he was young and ignorant, he was often called "dz lamb" by his peers in the village, who laughed at him, humiliated him, and made him feel humiliated.

Although he had many brothers and sisters, he felt lonely in the village since he was a child, and consciously or unconsciously isolated himself from the crowd, which made him develop a lonely, introverted and taciturn personality.

Although the boy had six brothers and sisters, none of them in his family was well-educated and literate. It was also because his parents had given birth to six children that the fourth oldest boy "had been neglected since childhood."

As far as the boy could remember, no one had ever bought him clothes, no one had ever bought him his favorite food, and no one had ever taught him to read and write.

One summer vacation, the boy was already 8 years old. For some reason, he suddenly had the urge to go to school. He clamored to his father and insisted on going to school. His father sighed and said, "Hey, you six brothers and sisters are all blind. This is not a solution. If the fourth child wants to go to school, let him go."

His father took him to school and enrolled him. When the teacher tested him, he found that he was very smart, so he went straight to the second grade of elementary school without ever attending school. The boy knew that it was not easy for his family to support him in school, so he worked very hard from the beginning and his grades were always among the best.

The boy's body did not develop as fast as his peers. Although he did not start school until he was 8 years old and was considered older than his classmates, he was not tall, which caused him to suffer from severe inferiority complex deep down.

In school, he was afraid of being bullied and dared not talk to his classmates. He would sit in his seat and read books when he arrived at school. After class, he would not go out to play except to go to the toilet. Because he focused on his studies, his academic performance was always the best in the class.

After returning home from school, the young boy would often sit alone in a daze, staring blankly at one place or one thing for a long time. After staring for a long time, he seemed to understand something, so he imitated what he saw and drew it. At first, his drawing didn't look like the original, but as he drew it became more and more similar.

He has loved painting since he started school. When he got home, he would always lock himself in the room to paint and write. According to the villagers, "Haier has been very smart since he was a child. He loves painting and can paint anything."

Studying is studying, but farm work at home still needs to be done.
In order to earn more work points for his family and reduce his parents' living burden, the boy would go to the fields to cut grass or herd cattle for the village after school on weekends.

In the eyes of the villagers, the young boy is sensible, hardworking, honest and a good child.

He went to school quietly every day and went home quietly after school. When he got home, he didn't play with other children, but played alone quietly, never saying a word to others and never causing trouble.

Jiang Hanwen was deeply impressed by a sentence in the file. According to a policeman from the local police station, "When the boy was young, he didn't even dare to kill a chicken. We couldn't understand how he became a bloodthirsty murderer."

Jiang Hanwen has never been able to conclude whether this is a problem with the people or the environment.

In the boy's memory, there were two things that left a huge shadow on his young mind.

The first incident happened when the boy was in elementary school.

At that time, his two older brothers and one older sister had already married, leaving only his parents with him, a younger brother and a younger sister. The family of five lived in three dilapidated houses, surrounded by walls made of local soil and covered with roofs covered with wheat straw.

His parents lived in the east room, and he and his younger brother and sister lived in the west room.

One afternoon, he returned home from school and saw three dilapidated thatched houses in a mess. His father, brothers and sisters were not at home, and his mother was sitting alone in the yard sobbing. He had a premonition that something unfortunate had happened at home, so he sat quietly beside his mother.

The mother stopped crying, looked up at him, held him in her arms, and burst into tears again, sobbing and saying, "My child, your father has taken medicine! How are we going to survive?"

The boy advised his mother not to cry and to speak slowly if she had anything to say.

His mother wiped her tears and told him: That afternoon, her brother's child stole the rape flowers from the village while playing in the fields and was caught by village cadres.

My brother said that it was caused by the child’s ignorance and I did not instigate him.

The village cadres said that the brother was dishonest and wanted to fine him. The boy's father, Yang Junguan, was also called to attend a criticism meeting to apologize. When he returned home, he kept sighing and groaning. When the boy's mother was not around, he was so angry that he drank pesticide to commit suicide. When the mother found out, the father was already foaming at the mouth.

The mother quickly called her brother, and the whole family hurriedly dragged her father to the hospital for emergency treatment. Now, it is still unknown whether her father is dead or alive.

The boy wanted to go and see how his father was doing, but he didn't know which hospital his brothers had taken him to for emergency treatment.

Although his father survived the disaster, the boy couldn't understand why.

At this time, he was already a 14-year-old middle school student. Not only was he a top student in school, he also had his own ideas.

"Reading changes destiny. I can change my destiny through reading."

The boy thought so in his heart.

(End of this chapter)