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

Chapter 147 Blood Debt

After being stuck for a long time, the traffic finally moved.

"Hanwen, what are you thinking about?"

Old Zhu at the side handed over a bottle of mineral water.

Jiang Hanwen took the water and looked out the window, only to find that it was already dark. All the vehicles on the road had turned on their lights, forming a shining strip of light on the national highway.

Liu Mingyang, who was driving, was very abnormal today. He was usually the most talkative, but he didn't say much during the whole journey.

"Brother Jiang, the director has told us not to disturb you when you are thinking. After all, you are our best brain."

Liu Mingyang winked at the rearview mirror. He was so suffocated that he couldn't speak.

Lao Zhu chuckled.

"How is it? Do you have any clue?" Lao Zhu said he was not in a hurry, but that was a lie.

I felt like I was getting angry. This case was different from the old cases I had handled before. It didn't matter if it was solved a day earlier or later.

The murderer is still at large and might have committed a crime again. He can't help but be anxious.

Now, in addition to the police's comprehensive investigation in various places, they are also strengthening grassroots vigilance and patrols.

The only person they could count on was this police prophet who had become so famous.

"Old Zhu, there's no point in being anxious. If I made up a murderer, would you believe me?"

Jiang Hanwen waved his hand.

"We believe it! If you pick up a random person from the street and say he is the murderer, we will believe it."

"Brother Jiang, your words are golden now, who dares to doubt it?"

What Lao Zhu and Liu Mingyang said was not an exaggeration.
You may not believe what others say, but Jiang Hanwen's words are now almost as effective as the law in the eyes of the police. His prestige has been earned through one actual battle after another.

If he really just picked someone and said he was the murderer, even if that person was unlikely to be the murderer, the police would definitely arrest that person immediately and investigate thoroughly first.

"Okay, let's walk around and stop here and there. It's still early. I'll tell you a story."

Jiang Hanwen took a sip of water and told the murderer's account of his experience in the file.

“That was a child born in a poor family.”

The two people in the car were stunned for a moment, and then Xiao Liu immediately held the steering wheel with one hand and took out the recorder with the other hand.

The prophet has started, and we must not miss it.

The story continues——
The year the boy was admitted to high school, his elder brother needed to build a house. The village allocated a residential plot for his brother. The elder brother happily purchased the things needed for building the house, asked someone to choose an auspicious day, and started building the house.

But just as the house construction project was about to start, a powerful family in the village took a fancy to this "feng shui treasure land" and wanted to build a house there. Of course, the boy's brother would not allow it, and the two families started a lawsuit over this.

After many attempts to seek mediation from village committee cadres, the issue ultimately remained unresolved.

Later, the other party realized that they could not occupy the land by force, so in order to prevent the boy’s brother from building a house, they dug a big hole on the land.

The boy was powerless and couldn't say anything about what happened at that time, but it left an indelible mark in his heart. In the boy's words, after going through all kinds of experiences in his childhood, "I feel that many things in this world are too unreasonable."

"It's unreasonable. This is the most common phrase the murderer said after he was arrested."

Jiang Hanwen shook his head and continued.

The boy's home was only fifteen or sixteen kilometers away from the county town, but he had never been to the county town until he graduated from junior high school. All the world he saw was the gray-brown villages around him. All the life he experienced was worrying about not having enough food to eat all day long. Many of the memories he had were dull, gray memories without any color.

In high school, the boy fell in love with literature. After that, his Chinese grades were always good. Later, although he dropped out of school, he still had a certain foundation in writing.

After the murderer was arrested, he wrote a memoir in prison. The title of the first part is "Homesickness", which mainly records his impression of his hometown when he was a child. It begins with: "To the west of our village, there is a winding river; over the river, there is a bridge. That bridge left me with humiliating memories..."

When the boy was young, he not only liked painting, but also literature.

If he lived in a family with better conditions, his parents would be delighted with his budding talent for painting and proud of his newly revealed literary talent. They would do everything they could to cultivate him and help him, providing him with the opportunities and conditions to become a painter or writer.

If so, perhaps today he would not be a murderer who is condemned by everyone, or an ugly person who is despised by everyone. The root of evil is still poverty, backwardness and lack of education. These things are like a huge adobe, firmly pressing on the boy, a young grass sprout that has just emerged from the ground, making it bend and twist.

Due to the germination and expansion of this mentality, he became a deformed child, developed a way of thinking and method that was different from ordinary people, and slowly evolved into a cold-blooded killer.

In the third year of junior high school, the 15-year-old boy was admitted to the senior class of the town middle school with excellent grades. Far away from home and relatives, he was still alone all day long, with a mature and steady look, never smiling, and never interacting with other classmates. His appearance always scared people away, and at this time, he gradually became a lonely teenager.

When he was in primary school, the school was close to his home, so the boy would go home for dinner after school. At that time, although the family life was not good, every time he came home from school, his mother would always prepare a meal for him. No matter how bad the food was at home, his mother would always fill his stomach, and there would always be hot soup made by his mother to drink, so he could feel the warmth of family.

After entering junior high school, he had no money to eat in the school cafeteria, and he had to walk three kilometers to and from school for every meal, so he was often late. In order not to be late, he later boarded at a cousin's house not far from the school. This cousin's family could provide accommodation, but no one helped him cook, so he had to carry firewood and rice to cook for himself at his cousin's house.

After entering high school, he was more than four kilometers away from home. It was even more difficult to go home for meals, and the expenses were also higher. The school opened a large cafeteria to facilitate students' lives. Most other students bought meals in the school cafeteria, but the boy couldn't. His family didn't even have money to buy exercise books, so how could they buy meals? He could only cook wild vegetables or cook meals by himself.

However, the school only has a large cafeteria and no place for students to cook separately. Where can they cook?

In the first few days after school started, the boy had only cold steamed buns brought from home and some boiled water to fill his stomach. Every time the school had lunch, the boy saw other students happily buying meals from the school cafeteria and eating them with relish, while he was hiding in the corner eating cold steamed buns. He felt an indescribable sour taste in his heart and felt even more inferior to others.

When he got home on Sunday, he complained to his father why he lived in such poverty and said that if he couldn't solve the problem of food, he would not go to school.

The father said, "My son, none of your brothers and sisters can read, but you are the smartest and most promising one in our family. You are the only one who has gone to high school. You must insist on continuing your studies. As long as you are willing to go to school, I will support you even if I have to sell everything I have!"

The young man sneered: "You only said you would support my schooling, but now I can't even afford to eat, how can you let me go to school?"

My father smacked his pipe, his mouth twitching slightly. “I’ll go find you a place to eat right away.”

The father kept his word. On that Sunday afternoon, he went to the town and found a distant relative of the family, the boy's cousin, in a village 500 meters away from the school.

My cousin's family was not only close to the school, but also well-off and the family was very welcoming. The father praised his son's intelligence and said that if the child was well trained, he would have a bright future. My cousin's family not only agreed to lend the boy kitchen utensils and stoves for cooking, but also agreed to let him stay at their home. After the boy was settled, the sun was about to set.

The father said goodbye to his relatives and the boy and hurried back home. The boy sent his father to the village, watched his father's back disappear in the afterglow of the sunset, and turned back to his cousin's house.

That night, my cousin's family had white noodles for dinner, and to welcome him, they invited him to have dinner with them.

The boy ate the fragrant white noodles and felt that this was the best meal he had ever had since he was a child. He felt grateful to his cousin and her family.

In this way, the boy began his life as a boarding student at a relative's home.

Although they were relatives, he couldn't eat with them every day. The next morning, the boy started to cook for himself.

In order to avoid conflicting with the boy's cooking time, the cousin's family had finished breakfast and cleaned the pot when the boy came back from school. The boy silently used the firewood from his cousin's house to heat up the vegetable steamed buns he brought from home, made some thin noodle soup, ate them in big mouthfuls, and went to school.

In this way, the boy began his high school life of cooking for himself every day.

One day, after returning from school at noon, the boy saw his cousin frying dough sticks at home, but they were not for him to eat. He had to use his cousin's firewood and salt to boil water and cook the dry noodles he brought from home. While his cousin's family was enjoying the dough sticks in the restaurant, he was hiding in his room, slurping the white noodles without any oil smell.

One day at noon, the cousin's family was eating meat buns. The boy came home from school and cooked while smelling the tempting aroma of the meat buns, his mouth drooling. He secretly glanced at the cousin's family's joyful appearance, then turned back to look at his dirty white cloth bag for buns and noodles, and suddenly felt the difference between the poor and the rich, and an invisible sense of inferiority arose.

The cousin's family also processed rice dumplings for sale. Whenever the boy returned home after school, the rich aroma of fried rice dumplings and the sticky sweet smell of boiled sugar would always waft from the operation room.

The boy was in adolescence at that time, and being playful and greedy were the nature of rural boys of this age. The boy wanted to grab a few popcorn balls to try, but the people in his cousin's family were busy with their own affairs. No one would think that this greedy boy wanted to eat popcorn balls. No one asked him, and no one took the initiative to give him even one popcorn ball.

At this time, the boy had a strong self-esteem. His cousin's family refused to give him any, and he had no money to buy them. He had to suppress his desire to eat popcorn balls. Although he felt his desire was pathetic, he also felt that his cousin's family was really hateful.

The boy lived in his cousin's house for more than a year. He saw more and more scenes of the gap between the rich and the poor, and the gratitude he originally had for his cousin's family gradually disappeared.

He felt that his relatives were just formal relatives, without any family affection, and gradually developed a feeling of resentment in his heart: "They make dumplings and fry dough sticks at home, but they don't invite me to eat at the same table with them. They don't even let me eat one of the baskets of rice dumplings. What kind of relatives are they? They look down on me too much!"

Once this emotion arose, it took root in the boy's heart. From then on, although the boy was still polite to his cousin's family on the surface, he secretly hated them to the core: "One day, I must do something earth-shattering to show you, so that you know that I am not an ordinary person."

But he buried this emotion deep in his heart. On the surface, he still pretended to be cold, but sometimes a sinister look appeared in his eyes.

Having said this, Jiang Hanwen suddenly stopped and was silent for a moment.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong? Why don't you say anything? What happened next?"

Although Liu Mingyang was driving, his ears were perked up. With his sharpness, which was the best in the police academy, he naturally heard the unusualness in the story Jiang Hanwen told.

Is this really the murderer’s experience???

How could Brother Jiang know so clearly? Unless the murderer told him in person, how did he get such detailed details?

Is it true that as the legend goes, Brother Jiang has opened his third eye?

Liu Mingyang is an elite who has been influenced by American data theory. He instinctively resists such weird things, but he has seen Jiang Hanwen's methods with his own eyes. His handling of the Harbin case was swift and powerful, he predicted the future, acted decisively, and was so wise that he was almost like a demon.

"Hanwen, if you ask me, this kid you're talking about is a born bad kid."

Jiang Hanwen already has information about the murderer, which makes Lao Zhu very excited.

But he could hear that Jiang Hanwen had an ambiguous attitude towards what happened to that "boy".

Old Zhu disagreed with this point and immediately began to make comparisons, recalling the good and bad times.

"Being poor means you can do bad things? When we were kids, we were even poorer than him. I've even eaten elm tree leaves, but he's so picky when it comes to eating steamed buns. What's the matter? According to that kid's mentality, wouldn't everyone in our generation be criminals?"

Seeing Old Zhu puffing out his beard and glaring, Jiang Hanwen was amused.

This old guy's words are really interesting.

"Old Zhu, I agree with what you said. When we catch that beast this time, I will ask him face to face if being poor means one can do evil. Besides, this bastard has fled to Tianjin. He has the guts to go to the capital to catch those rich and powerful people and deal with them, but he still harms the elderly, the weak, women and children. That's why."

"Hey, consultant Jiang, be careful with your words. Don't always flatter the rich and powerful. This is a peaceful time. We don't need to follow the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's ways."

Old Zhu has seen what Jiang Hanwen did in Harbin.

There is also his line "Swallows, sparrows and crows build their nests in the hall."

Just think about this kind of thing in your mind and don't say it out loud.

Old Zhu is not overly cautious. He really cares about Jiang Hanwen.

Whether Jiang Hanwen is an actor or a police officer, his fame will surely grow. He will eventually meet the real Buddha above. If he keeps talking about this all the time, it will not be a good thing.

"Director, Brother Jiang, there is new news in the group."

Liu Mingyang's phone rang first. After he opened it, he immediately told the two big guys behind him the news.

"The old man who was severely injured by the hammer last week has just passed away after failed rescue efforts."

The faces of the three people in the car sank.

After a long time, Jiang Hanwen broke the silence.

Count them.

"67, 68, 69~"

Jiang Hanwen paused and his expression became even gloomier.

"70, it's time to end it!"

(End of this chapter)