Silver Snow Line [Criminal Investigation]

"Oh, what beautiful Chinese," Xi Ming said as he looked at Xie Qingfei's phone. "This Yanyan in her ID...could it be Zhang Yan?"

Zhao Chongyun looked at Xie Qingfei in surprise: "There are so many related news and discussions. How do you know that Qin Yonghui has commented here?"
Xie Qingfei said casually: "I'll remember it once I've seen it."
Seeing Zhao Chongyun's face full of disbelief, Xi Ming suddenly felt proud: "My master has a memory palace. This little clue is probably on the shoe rack at the door. You don't have it, right?"
Zhao Chongyun: "Don't you have it?"

Xie Qingfei glanced at Zhao Chongyun who had returned to normal, then opened Zhang Yan's comment section on Bilibili and found the comment questioning Wang Shuang that he had come across in the afternoon. Although the IDs were similar, she used her original profile picture on this platform. Two years ago, IP addresses were not displayed when posting content on social platforms, so Xie Qingfei was unable to connect the two together at first.

Dai Lin checked the account information: "It's the same person. But the date of this message... has she known Zhang Yan for a long time?"

Xie Qingfei said: "There is a date in the lower right corner of the photo at Wang Shuang's house. 2014 was the year Zhang Yan and Wang Shuang met. At that time, Zhang Yan personally followed the charity organization to the Beizishan area in order to investigate the whereabouts of the donations."

Dai Lin immediately said, "Qin Yonghui is from that place. She was 14 years old in 15, which is within the age range of donated girls."

Lu Shaohui asked, "What happened? Could it be that she fell in love with Wang Shuang at that time, and when she grew up, she came to find out that Wang Shuang was married, and then she became a third party for love, and the two of them teamed up to kill the original wife?"

Xie Qingfei and Dai Lin both looked at him strangely.

Lu Shaohui was confused: "Am I wrong?"
Dai Lin rarely expressed her own views: "The person she is a fan of is Zhang Yan, and the donations she received were also given by Zhang Yan. What does thinking about Yanyan and loving Yanyan have to do with Wang Shuang and Li Shuang? If there are two women and a man together, there must be a drama of women fighting for the man."
Xie Qingfei followed up, "Why couldn't she have come to Zhang Yan to repay her kindness, and then avenge her after Zhang Yan's death?"

Lu Shaohui was stunned for a moment, and said, "It is possible. But didn't she know in advance that Wang Shuang and Zhang Yan were a couple? The two had been in love for many years. As long as she came into contact with one of them, she would know the identity of the other's partner, but what did she do? The chat records also clearly show that she was a mistress. No matter how you look at it, it's like repaying kindness with enmity. Besides, if she really wanted to take revenge, why would she do it so suddenly? It feels... very unplanned, like she acted on impulse."

The three words "sudden impulse" reminded Xie Qingfei, and she suddenly asked, "Is Zhang Yuheng still in the detention center of the Public Security Brigade?"
Xi Ming made a phone call to ask, and then he said, "He was bailed out by his parents, just now."
"Zhang Yuheng might be in danger." Xie Qingfei stood up suddenly, "Bring them back, quickly!"

A team of criminal police was dispatched immediately. Xie Qingfei also called Zhang Yuheng at the same time, but was told that the call was temporarily unavailable. So she called Zhang's father instead, and this time the call went through.

"I am Xie Qingfei from the Tianning Criminal Investigation Team, your son Zhang Yu..."
"Why are you here again? Are you done yet?" Without giving her a chance to speak, Zhang's father scolded the person who came as soon as he heard the identity of the person who came. "My son didn't break the law. Why are you always picking on him? We have paid the fine. Zhang Yan's death has nothing to do with him. Don't think you are great just because you are a policeman. Don't bother us again without evidence!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone. When I called back, the phone was turned off. Naturally, I couldn't get through to Zhang's mother's phone.

Xi Ming suddenly wanted to curse, but fortunately Dai Lin had taken advantage of this time to locate Zhang's father's cell phone, and they set off immediately.

There are five main roads in Tianning District. To go home, Zhang Yuheng and his family of three need to pass Tianwang Avenue and cross the river bridge.
It was already night, the street lights were bright, but the visibility was not as good as it was during the day. The red dot on the monitor was getting closer and closer to the congested area. Xi Ming stepped on the accelerator and sped up to 100 mph, his hair standing on end.

"Report, the target vehicle has entered the first ramp."
"Report, no suspicious vehicles were found in the surrounding area."
"Report, personnel at the intersection are in place and ready to intercept at any time."
"Report, surveillance has been arranged at the target's residence."

Zhao Chongyun held the armrest in the car, holding back his nausea and complaining, "Do you know how to drive?"
Xi Ming was so nervous that his forehead was sweating. He did not forget to answer: "My master used to do the racing work. This is my first time!"
His master was a man who had seen the world. He remained calm in the face of such a maneuver and analyzed the situation calmly: "It was a sudden decision. If the Zhang family was also the target of her revenge for Zhang Yan, it would be too late to make the bomb."
Zhao Chongyun tried to keep up with her pace: "Colleagues said that no one was at Qin Yonghui's residence... You should slow down a little when turning! How did you pass the third test... Zhang Yuheng's house is also empty. Is this guy going to hit the Zhang family's car in the street?!"
Xi Ming cursed inwardly: "It's rush hour right now. If this really happens... I'll have to spend the rest of the month writing reports!"

In the back row, Xie Qingfei was browsing Qin Yonghui's Weibo homepage at a glance.
It is just an ordinary daily account. Like her peers, she follows popular dramas and reposts beautiful photos of popular stars. She takes pictures of flowers and grass on the roadside and complains about her work. She even says that going to work in the morning is like going to a grave.
All peace stopped on the night of Zhang Yan's incident.

She wrote on Weibo: [How could it become like this. ]

That night her emotions were clearly out of control and she posted many Weibo posts in succession, not stopping until the early hours of the morning.

[I have envied you, but never been jealous. I know your life is also very hard. Your kind soul is going to heaven. I don’t know how to atone for my sins to you, because I am destined to go to hell and will never have the chance to meet you again.]

[You jumped from such a high building. What were you thinking at that moment? You must be very disappointed with him, thinking that he was not a loyal husband, that he had failed your sincerity, and that...what right did I have to defend him. You don't know that all this was caused by me. I am a despicable woman who robbed you of the happiness that belonged to you, but I never thought of harming you. I'm sorry.]

[Sister, sister…]

The latest content she published was this evening, which happened to coincide with the time when Wang Shuang had the accident.

[Sister, I was totally wrong. So that's how it was. How could it be like this? When you find out his true face, you must be as desperate as I am. Sister, I am in so much pain. I would rather die than accept this fact. I never doubted him for a moment! I hate him so much. I hate those who hurt you, and I hate myself. I am so stupid.]

[Don't worry, I will drag them all into hell and never let anyone disturb your sleep again. ]

As personnel arrived at various intersections, messages continued to reach Xie Qingfei's earphones.
“The road has been cleared.”
"There are no suspicious persons."
"There are no suspicious vehicles."
Everything seemed unusually peaceful. After turning the last intersection, Xi Ming saw the rear of a Mercedes-Benz not far away. Just as he was about to call Xie Qingfei, he heard her say, "Qin Yonghui is not driving herself. She is in Zhang Yuheng's car. Stop it immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, before anyone could act, the Mercedes-Benz in front of them suddenly changed direction, and the friction between its tires and the asphalt made an ear-splitting sound, accompanied by a loud noise. When it was still a hundred meters away from the cross-river bridge, the Mercedes-Benz unexpectedly avoided the dense traffic and entered through the small path, breaking through the fence and rushing into the river.

Red and blue flashing lights gathered by the river, and sirens cut through the dark blue night.

……

A car accident occurred on the cross-river bridge, with three people in the car slightly injured and one seriously injured. No casualties were reported on the same section of the road.

When the ambulance arrived and took the people away, Xie Qingfei saw Qin Yonghui's true face. She was actually smiling at the police.
Because she was so young, she looked even more delicate and pretty than in her ID photo, with curved eyebrows, eyes like two crescents, and a natural upturned curve at the corners of her lips. This was a clean and innocent face, and no one who saw her would associate her with the word "murderer".
Like Zhang Yan, pure and kind.

According to Zhang's parents, she came to pick up the family of three as Wang Shuang's employee. Because the two families had business dealings, Zhang Yuheng did not recognize Qin Yonghui's face, but Zhang's father was familiar with her, so he naturally believed her. This young girl was very efficient, helped to take care of everything, and offered to be the driver.

Zhang's father and mother understood their son's hard work, and they were used to ordering Wang Shuang around, so they handed over the car keys without thinking much. However, when they were about to reach the cross-river bridge, the girl who had been flattering and making the whole family smile suddenly took out a sharp fruit knife from her coat and stabbed Zhang Yuheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, when everyone was caught off guard. The knife was 100% strong, and Zhang's father and mother went crazy and rushed over from the back seat to fight her. During this period, the vehicle lost control, and Qin Yonghui desperately took back the steering wheel and led the vehicle into the river.

Inside the hospital.

Zhang Yuheng's parents were in the back row and suffered less impact, and rescue came in time, so they only had a few scratches. They were dripping with water, wrapped in blankets and shivering with cold, but they refused to leave the operating room no matter how the police officers persuaded them.

When he saw a group of police officers in uniforms escorting Xie Qingfei over, Zhang's father rushed up to her like a vicious monster, pointed at her nose and cursed: "How do you police officers do your job! Huh?! How did my son offend you to deserve this? If anything happens to him, one of you will pay for his life!"

Zhao Chongyun and Xi Ming quickly stopped the man and prevented him from touching Xie Qingfei at all.

Xie Qingfei brushed off the water stains on his body, raised the report in his hand to Zhang's father with an expressionless face, and said coldly: "Pay your life? Why don't you first explain why you forged Zhang Yan's signature to buy a huge insurance. Did you foresee that she would die? Is her death related to you?"
Father Zhang was stunned for a moment, and he and his wife looked at each other in bewilderment. The arrogance he had just shown was instantly extinguished.

A nurse came out of the operating room. She felt a little stressed looking at the huge crowd of people, so she said to Zhang's parents who were closest to her, "The patient is bleeding severely, but we ran out of Type B blood in our blood bank two days ago to save the injured in the accident."
Father Zhang asked anxiously, "We are both type AB, is that okay?"
"Forget it. Immediate relatives can't receive blood transfusions," Xi Ming said, pressing the person down. "I'm type B. Just take mine."
Zhao Chongyun opened his eyes wide, as if he had heard something out of the ordinary: "Are you crazy? He..."
He absolutely disagreed, but when he was about to say something to Xie Qingfei, he found that her face turned a little blue.
Without waiting to ask, she said, "Xiao Zhao, you go with Xi Ming. Shao Hui, come with me to check on Qin Yonghui's condition."

After the operation, Xi Ming held the needle hole. Zhao Chongyun circled around him until his feet were smoking. He was very angry and asked, "What are you thinking? Why do you want to give blood to someone like Zhang Yuheng?"
"But we can't just let him die, right?" Xi Ming was very surprised by his excitement. "Besides, we don't know who the blood will be used on. The purpose is just to save lives. Is there any distinction between the value of human life? Even if the person lying in there is Wang Shuang, I would still save him."
"But this kind of person deserves what he got..." Zhao Chongyun knew that what he said made sense, but he didn't want to agree with him. In his heart, Zhang Yuheng was indeed not a good person. He didn't know how to cherish his sister when she was still alive, and he wanted to profit from her after she died. If his brother hadn't died, he would have loved to treat him wholeheartedly, and he wouldn't be like Zhang Yuheng who didn't know how to appreciate his blessings. So if Zhang Yuheng could be like Wang Shuang... wouldn't that also be a way to vent his anger for the dead Zhang Yan?
"Okay, look at you, your mouth is full of oil barrels." Xi Ming joked.
He was smiling so frivolously, with the cotton ball still pressed on the needle hole, how could he smile?

Zhao Chongyun was a little angry and asked, "You still have the leisure to joke?"
"I'm not kidding. I'm teaching you a lesson." Xi Ming finished laughing and then became serious. "Zhang Yuheng did do something wrong. At least in our opinion, he is selfish and petty - oh, and he also said bad things about my brother. But it would be too biased to define him as good or evil just because of these things."
Zhao Chongyun said in a strange voice: "Oh, could it be that he has some advantages?"
Xi Ming: "How do you know he didn't?"
"I..." Zhao Chongyun was speechless for a moment.
"Actually, I don't know if he has any merits. Maybe he does. Master said he is a good doctor. Does that count?"

Xi Ming estimated that the small hole on his arm had healed, so he made a shooting gesture and threw the cotton swab into the trash can. Unfortunately, his aim was too bad and it didn't go in. He had to walk over dejectedly, pick it up and throw it again.
"The law hasn't convicted Zhang Yuheng yet, so don't hate him for now. Instead of thinking that I saved a heartless beast by donating blood, wouldn't it be better to think from another perspective that I saved a life that contributed to society?"

Zhao Chongyun digested it himself and asked, "Did Captain Xie teach you this too?"
Xi Ming said: "My brother taught me this. He said that the premise of understanding a person is to respect him, so even if you are dealing with a suspect, you cannot just treat him as a bad person, because when you define someone as a bad person, you already have negative emotions in your heart. Your personal mood is affected, so how can you maintain accurate judgment? As a policeman, you can't be more excited than the criminals."
Zhao Chongyun was still pondering his words when he felt someone pat his back. He looked at Xi Ming in confusion: "Why did you hit me?"
Xi Ming walked around him and laughed to himself: "I wonder why you are so serious all day long. Your brain circuit is like this, and your waist is like this. Is it better to wear a back bra?"
"What the hell?" Zhao Chongyun glared at him, turned his back and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Xiao Zhao," Xi Ming whispered behind him, "We are police officers. We do have some powers that ordinary people don't have, but this is also given to us by the law. It doesn't mean we are superior to others. Since our purpose is to seek justice for the dead, we should respect life even more."
Zhao Chongyun's lips trembled.
After being serious for a few seconds, Xi Ming stretched his body and changed his tone back to a playful rhythm: "This time it's not my master and my brother who said it. It's purely my personal teaching. You should absorb it well."
Zhao Chongyun said: "Don't give yourself a higher generation."

It was a great feeling to be a senior teaching a newbie. Xi Ming was instantly revived. He went outside the corridor to find his master to praise him, but he found that Xie Qingfei had just finished talking to Lu Shaohui and was standing there absent-mindedly with a rare dejected expression on his face.

His footsteps paused, and Zhao Chongyun, who followed him, almost bumped into him and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
So he looked at Xie Qingfei and stopped talking immediately.

She had never expressed overly subjective opinions about the people involved in the case, just as Xi Ming had just said. She was the only one who could call Zhang Yuheng "Doctor Zhang" in a friendly manner and chat with him when everyone thought he was the murderer and started to interrogate him.
However, at this moment, the two of them read great helplessness and frustration from her.

"Master...what's wrong with you?" Xi Ming asked cautiously, "Are you worried that Zhang Yuheng can't be saved?"

"Zhang Yan has type O blood," Xie Qingfei turned his dark eyes towards him and gave a slightly mocking smile, "How could two parents with type AB blood give birth to a child with type O blood?"

(End of this chapter)