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

Chapter 247 Murder Case
"What do you mean? That kid knows about us?"

Wang Weiming was sitting in the Bentley, and he had not yet recovered from the dizziness.

This kid has some tricks up his sleeve, maybe he knows some evil magic. Mr. Wang has come into contact with many talented people over the years. Although most of them are scammers, there are always some who have real skills.

But if one glance can shock and captivate people, then it must be something real.

But Mr. Wang was not worried. He knew these people very well. They were just looking for money. No matter whether you were making a movie or performing tricks, it was all for money. As long as the problem could be solved with money, it was not a problem.

"Old Liu, don't scare yourself. It's been more than 20 years since that happened, and the police still don't have a clue. How can an actor like him do that?"

"I just checked and found out that this person has a special relationship with the police! Lao Wang, we should be careful. Otherwise, go out and avoid the limelight."

Liu Biao lowered his head, feeling confused. This Jiang Hanwen was obviously an internet celebrity who made videos, but he also served as a consultant to several local police stations. Moreover, he spoke with certainty and did not seem to be bluffing. In addition, with the method he just used on Wang Weiming, it was hard to say whether he was really a capable person.

It is better to believe it exists than to believe it does not exist.

"Old Wang, I'm planning to go out and hide for a while. Do you want to hide too?"

"Fuck you, I'll keep you away! You're a pauper, run away if you want to. I'm worth tens of billions, and I have so many businesses in Shanghai and the Yangtze River Delta, where can I run?! If I'm gone for a week, those people down there will rebel."

Wang Weiming hated Liu Biao's cowardly behavior the most, so he started cursing at him.

"How much is a life worth?! Not to mention that he can't possibly know our affairs, even if he is a ghost, so what? I can find ten or eight debt collectors to take the blame for me with just one phone call. If he makes me unhappy, I will pay to get rid of him."

"But what if? We are finally living a good life now, and I don't want to go to jail."

Seeing his brother's dejected look, Wang Weiming didn't want to say anything harsh. No matter how cowardly this guy was, he was still his childhood friend and they grew up together wearing the same pants.

"So, it takes three years for a scholar to rebel. You intellectuals have read too much and your brains have become stupid. You have to listen to me, your brother. Think about it. If I hadn't acted decisively and dealt with those poor guys, we would still be in jail now. If we were caught by Yan Da, the grass on our graves would be three meters high."

"It would have been enough to just knock him out, but you didn't kill him."

Liu Biao swallowed the rest of his words. Wang Weiming's face had changed. If he continued talking, nothing good would come of it. His childhood friend was not a good person and was very cruel and ruthless.

"Lao Liu, I treat you as a brother. Have I helped you all these years? Without me, can you live happily now? Do you really think that you can join the Writers Association just by publishing a few books as a great writer?"

"My brothers and I have been digging in the soil for three generations. What did we rely on to turn things around? Do you think you can get rich just by sticking your butt in the fields?"

"Yes, we didn't get any money when we did that job, but you know what? It was because I killed people, saw blood, engaged in smuggling, made money, and fought with rivals for territory that I had the courage to fight them and build such a big family business."

"You, Mr. Liu, are a good man, a cultured person, and you have never been involved in trivial matters, but you have no right to criticize me. Don't forget, I killed people, and you killed people too. I killed three people, and you killed one. We are both sentenced to death, and we both have to eat peanuts."

The writer sighed. Wang Weiming was reluctant to give up his huge fortune, so how could he be willing to give up the reputation he had accumulated over the years?

Here, he is a great writer respected by everyone, and he tells young people everywhere about hard work and the way to success.

But if he ran abroad, no one would know him, and all his efforts over the years would be in vain.

"Old Wang, I'll do as you say. I'll do whatever you say."

"That's easy. You write the script, I'll pay him, and I'll pay him according to Director Feng's price. Money is white, but eyes are black. Are you afraid that he won't obey?"

++
Wanxiang Tower.

Jiang Hanwen was still chewing slowly. The meal had already been paid for by the man surnamed Wang, so it would be a waste if he didn't eat.

After drinking three boxes of milk in a row, Director Feng finally recovered.

As if nothing had happened, he sat opposite Jiang Hanwen, eating and drinking tea. He looked so uncomfortable that you couldn't tell that he was drunk to death.

"Director Feng, your acting skills are only better than your directing skills."

Jiang Hanwen drank tea instead of wine and clinked glasses with Director Feng.

Although he had long realized that the old guy was acting, he never expected that he would quit halfway through. What's the matter? He can act in front of those two guys, but not in front of me?

"Director Jiang, I'm now the assistant director of Jiang Hanwen's crew. You have to call me Lao Feng."

Director Feng's cup contained neither tea nor wine, but pure milk. This old guy was very thin, with hair as white as steel needles. If he were not taller and less handsome, he would be just an Old Zhu plus.

"I've been sued now, and my reputation has been ruined. I'm thick-skinned and I can still hang around in the circle, but I don't have any big ideas."

"You, Jiang Hanwen, are different. With your abilities, no one in the entertainment industry can rival you. Moreover, you are an official. As long as you don't cross the red line, there are almost no taboos. I can only enjoy my old age by following you."

Old Feng had the look of a scoundrel and an old rogue, just like an old woman, and he just wouldn't let go of Jiang Hanwen.

"No, you are a famous director, I can't afford to support you. Besides, you and I are enemies, why do you think I will let you go? Your case is not over yet. I am in a bad mood today. I plan to continue to make trouble tomorrow morning and make the case bigger."

Jiang Hanwen smiled and said, "You are playing rogue to me. I want to use you, Old Feng, but you can't treat this place as a nursing home."

Jiang Hanwen made a rough estimate and found that at least three old men in their sixties had expressed their desire to rely on Jiang Hanwen for their retirement.

Old Zhu, Old Ding, and now here comes Old Feng.

I am in a filming crew, not a nursing home.

Besides, Lao Zhu and Lao Ding are friends who have worked together. Not only have you, Lao Feng, framed me time and time again, but you also personally came out to challenge me.

You expect me to take care of you in your old age? I'm not your father.

"Director Jiang!!!"

Lao Feng suddenly threw the cup in his hand and stood up.

He gave Jiang Hanwen a standard 90-degree salute.

"I, Old Feng, was blind and greedy before. I opposed you, Director Jiang. It's only right that I'm a lost dog now. If you want to send me to jail, I have no complaints."

Old Feng spoke in a muffled voice and bent his waist even lower.

"But I think my skills are still useful. Director Jiang is new to the industry after all, so he must be unfamiliar with many things. You are busy filming and solving cases, so you should have an experienced person to help you deal with business issues. I, Old Feng, know everything about the big and small things in the industry, both the open and the hidden."

"I'll be the assistant director for the crew. First, I can share the burden of filming with Director Jiang. Second, I can help the crew connect with resources, deal with some interpersonal relationship issues, and do the dirty work at critical moments. Do you think you'd like to hire me?"

Old Feng almost buried his head into the floor. It was really not easy for his old bones to do this action. He was shaking all over.

"You are an old man, not a young girl, and I still accept you? You don't find it offensive."

Jiang Hanwen was also speechless by this old guy. If Lao Feng was joking, he would definitely ignore him, but the problem was that this guy was serious, more real than real gold.

Who brainwashed him or was he possessed by evil spirits?
Jiang Hanwen doesn't think that he has any aura of a protagonist. He has the aura of a turtle and a tiger. When he shakes his body, heroes from all sides bow down to him and call him big brother.

Although Lao Feng lost the lawsuit, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. With the reputation he has accumulated over the years, he will have no problem getting roles in the future. Why would he rush to board Jiang Hanwen's crew?

"Director Jiang, I won't say anything else. I may not believe what others say, but I believe what the director says. And Director Jiang, you are truly an outstanding person. I'm making a profit by selling you my old bones."

Old Feng changed the subject and asked about the two people just now. "Director Jiang, is there something wrong with this kid Liu Biao?"

"I only met him once, and I agreed to introduce him mainly because of Lao Mo's favor. He and Liu Biao were classmates at Lu Xun Academy of Literature. As for his character, I really don't know."

Jiang Hanwen gave Lao Feng a thumbs up.

"Old Feng, your acting was pretty good just now. You looked like you were really drunk."

"That's right. Back then, I was a machinist in the factory. I was the best drinker among the 500 workers in the factory. Didn't I hurt Director Jiang just now? If I was standing in the middle, you wouldn't be able to ask me questions."

Old Feng's face darkened.

"Could it be that these two people have committed a murder?"

Lao Feng still couldn't quite believe that a man who graduated from Lu Xun Academy of Literature, was a classmate of Lao Mo, was very successful and famous, and was listed in the Writers Association, could be involved in a murder case.

This plot is more magical than novels.

Moreover, from the brief encounter with this great writer Liu, it seems that he is introverted and not good at talking, and he doesn't seem like a vicious person.

However, Old Feng would naturally not question Jiang Hanwen's judgment.

After all, Lao Feng has carefully studied the information about Jiang Hanwen, the process of solving the case, and even every video of Jiang Hanwen on Douyin.

He knew very well that when it came to solving cases, he was not even worthy of carrying the shoes of this young deputy commissioner of police.

“It’s a long story.”

Jiang Hanwen shook his head, feeling very sad.

No matter how you look at it, it is incredible that two vagrants who were responsible for several deaths were able to survive for more than 20 years after killing people and fleeing.

One became a writer listed in the Writers Association through writing, and the other transformed himself into the boss of a large company with a net worth of tens of billions.

Even the screenwriter wouldn't dare to write this plot, it's too outrageous.

Seeing that Lao Feng had moved all the chairs over, he stretched his neck.

Jiang Hanwen didn't intend to hide it from him. When this guy was his enemy, he looked very frail and had shifty eyes. But once he became his own person, he found him inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

When Jiang Hanwen sees Lao Feng like this, he always thinks of the first time he met Lao Zhu at the dinner table in Jinling.

It’s just that the temperaments of these two people are one strong-willed and the other cunning.

However, since he is the deputy, Jiang Hanwen certainly hopes that Lao Feng is as cunning as possible. The conspiracies and intrigues in the entertainment industry are no less than those in palace fighting dramas, and they need such a veteran to block those open and secret arrows for the crew.

People are all the same. When you don't make money, no one will harm you. But once you become famous and make money, naturally there will be people who will deliberately do bad things to you. Lao Feng himself is a living example.

"I've heard that the police are prophets, and they are very good at predicting things. Today, Old Feng has opened his eyes."

He is a little superstitious now. Jiang Hanwen's ability to know a person's past and future just by meeting him is really incredible.

"Okay, stop flattering me."

"Also, after you've heard the story, you have to do your part. I don't think that Wang is that easy to deal with. Although I hold the title of Deputy Commissioner of Police, I can't convict you without real evidence and empty words."

"Director Jiang, are you saying that the filming is still going on?"

Old Feng frowned. He was sitting on the ground pretending to be drunk. Although he didn't see it with his eyes, he heard it clearly with his ears.

Jiang Hanwen had already made it clear. If a normal person knew that his secret was exposed, wouldn't he go home, pack up his belongings and run away? Was he planning to blow himself up?

"Okay, do you want to listen or not? If you don't want to listen, go away."

"Listen, listen, these two guys really ran into trouble. They are looking for Director Jiang to film a scene."

Jiang Hanwen waved his hand and began to recall the whole story of the case.

[If I remember correctly, these two people are from rural areas in southern Anhui.]

[Liu Biao is the writer. He was from a poor family. His father passed away and left a lot of debts. He finally saved money to marry a wife. His daughter was born with eye disease. The operation failed and he had to wait for money to treat the disease.]

[In those days, southern Anhui was a poor place. How much money could an ordinary farmer make from farming? Not to mention the agricultural tax! In his words, he couldn't even pay the public grain tax.]

[His neighbor, Wang Weiming, was his childhood friend. He used to be an accountant in the village who recorded work points. He also worked in the city and was considered a local intellectual.]

[Liu Biao liked writing, and he often went to Wang's house to write books. Wang saw Liu sighing, so he told him a way to make money.]

[The neighboring Zhili Town in Huzhou is a place where merchants gather. Wang Weiming believes that it is not a problem to find a wealthy businessman to "make" 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.]

[So they checked into a small hotel in Zhili Town in November of that year, preparing to commit the crime.]

【Liu Biao didn’t even think about killing people at first.】

[But when they hit the Shandong native Yu Moufeng who was in the same room with the hammer, he died soon after.]

[While someone is sleeping, hitting them on the head, isn't that killing them?! ]

[In the end, this life was only exchanged for 20 yuan. ]

[What to do if it's too little? So they tricked Boss Min into the room, tied him up, and robbed him of a gold ring.]

[What happened next? Wang Weiming hit the boss on the head with a hammer to silence him.]

[Then he beat the boss's wife and their 12-year-old grandson to death with a hammer.]

【It is simply inhumane. 】

【Liu Biao panicked. Didn't he agree not to kill anyone?】

[Before he went to town, he asked someone to make a fake bomb using a charger. He wanted to use it to scare people and get money without using any force, but in the end he didn't take it out.]

[Mainly, this was denied by Wang Weiming. In his words: Charger? You thought of that.]

[In the end, they didn't dare to use the fake bomb, but the real hammer killed the others. ]

[After killing someone, they searched through the boxes and cabinets and found more than 100 yuan.]

[A family murder case, more than 100 items were robbed. ]

【Just ran away like that! 】

[In the following years, the two men continued to roam the streets, but the police never found them.]

(End of this chapter)