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Chapter 281 Retribution? Preservation? The Truth? Fear?
trial room.

The surveillance camera flashed red light, and in the footage, Chen Ming sat in the interrogation chair with his head drooping, making it impossible to see his expression.

Just a window away.

Nan Shu turned to look at Li Feng and the others who were standing in a circle, and her lips twitched.

"Brother Li, don't you have anything else to do?"

"Yes, I have."

Li Feng leaned forward, almost pressing his entire body against the one-way window, "But how can we miss such a historic moment?"

Lin Chong and the others nodded in agreement.

Nan Shu: ...

but.

Nan Shu could understand, because her palms were sweating too.

Iron Rod seemed to like it very much, and immediately moved to a different spot, crawling from Nan Shu's wrist to her palm. Then the whole snake curled up into a ball and lay on Nan Shu's palm, even rubbing its little head against her.

It's strangely itchy.

Nan Shu scratched its tail. Tie Gun opened its eyes, glanced at Nan Shu, and its vertical pupils showed a hint of helplessness, but seeing that Nan Shu liked it, it let her be.

"Name?"

"Chen Ming."

"age……"

Chen Ming was quite cooperative throughout the entire process, which involved asking and answering basic questions about his personal information.

until…

How did you kill Wei Jiahui?

Chen Ming's hand trembled.

Silence fell in the interrogation room. Nan Punian was not in a hurry. He had waited for more than 20 years, so why rush things? He had plenty of time to wear down Chen Ming.

About twenty minutes passed.

For those twenty minutes, the interrogation room was almost deathly silent, with only the breathing and heartbeats of the few people inside being heard.

When Li Feng and the others were getting impatient and about to start cursing, Chen Ming finally spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

"Officer...do you believe in karma?"

"I believe."

Chen Ming forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Before Chen Ming became a master of the "One Duck, Eight Ways" intangible cultural heritage, he was someone whose father never personally recognized him as an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage until his father passed away.

among them.

His knife skills were the subject of his father's most criticism and ridicule.

Before his wife passed away, she would try to mediate between the father and son, and the family appeared to be warm and harmonious on the surface.

But all of this changed after Chen Cheng was born. His wife had a difficult childbirth and although she survived on the operating table, it damaged her very health, and she passed away when Chen Cheng was very young.

The relationship between father and son deteriorated further. Chen Ming stayed out all night, practicing his knife skills at the shop. But every time he went home to cook for his father, he was met with his father's sarcastic remarks.

With his exceptional knife skills and talent, how could he have given birth to such a clueless son?

Chen Ming had been holding back a lot of energy until that day, a girl appeared in his field of vision. She was bright, clean, and sincere. She was the only girl who would smile and say thank you to the waiter after the food was served.

Later, he learned from the shop assistant that the girl's name was Wei Jiahui, which truly suited her.

During that time, besides practicing his knife skills every day, Chen Ming had another thing to do: wait for Wei Jiahui to arrive every day. To do so, the store often offered special deals during that period in order to attract Wei Jiahui.

but.

Wei Jiahui seems to cook for herself most of the time, only going out to eat to celebrate two or three days after she gets paid.

Chen Ming was like a rat hiding in a ditch, spying on her every day.

until one day.

He discovered that someone seemed to be pursuing the girl.

How is this possible? !
A surge of indescribable anger welled up in Chen Ming's heart, as if a green hat had inexplicably appeared on his head.

By the time he realized what was happening, he had used the phone calls from the newsstand and her home to lure her out, and then drugged her. That was it.

Wei Jiahui has seen his face!

Even if he hadn't done anything to her, once Wei Jiahui woke up, she would definitely call the police, and then everything would be over for him.

The reputation of the inheritor, his Acheng, the signboard of intangible cultural heritage...

Do not!
No!
A fierce glint flashed in Chen Ming's eyes. He made up his mind: he would kill her so that he could keep everything he had.

After killing someone, they also wanted to destroy the evidence...

Chen Ming thought of ducks; as long as the corpse was destroyed thoroughly enough, it wouldn't be discovered. But he didn't expect that during the packing process, a section of Wei Jiahui's little finger bone would be accidentally put into the bag as well.

Afterwards, the body was discovered, shocking the entire city. For a period of time, the whole of Hangzhou was on edge, with everyone on edge.

Chen Ming was also very cautious, fearing that the investigation would reach him.

Fortunately, he usually disguised himself very well, and no one discovered the little thoughts he secretly harbored in his heart.

With the disbandment of the task force, Chen Ming was finally able to relax completely.

To avoid attracting attention, Chen Ming continued to open his shop every day, occasionally offering promotional packages.

From then on, it was as if he had suddenly figured it out, and his knife skills improved by leaps and bounds.

It's just a bit of a pity that his father will never see it.

until……

After his father's death, he took Acheng home and saw Acheng carving duck. The scene of murder and dismemberment reappeared in his mind. Overwhelmed by panic and guilt, Chen Ming attacked Chen Cheng for the first time.

But unexpectedly, twenty years later, the cycle of fate turned...

His son followed the same path he had taken twenty years ago.

"...Retribution! It's all retribution!"

At this point, Chen Ming covered his face with trembling hands, tears streaming down his face.

Nan Punian stared at him coldly, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

A person who harbors malicious intentions towards a beautiful girl and then violently kills her deserves no sympathy whatsoever.

The tears we shed now are nothing more than crocodile tears shed because of the crime.

otherwise.

How can we explain that after dismembering the body, Chen Ming disposed of all the bones, but deliberately left a small piece of forearm bone, which he then shaped into a flute and displayed in a cabinet as a memento for so many years?

According to criminal psychology.

Chen Ming's idea is actually quite easy to deduce.

The cabinet displays all of Chen Ming's achievements in the inheritance of intangible cultural heritage over the years. Even Chen Cheng's certificates of merit are simply pasted on the wall, left to oxidize and fade.

His own items, however, were kept in a cabinet, spotless, indicating that he frequently took them out to wipe and clean them.

This is Chen Ming's pride, his medal.

That bone flute was among them.

This is enough to show that Chen Ming was very proud that he had killed someone and caused such a big commotion, yet the police had not discovered it.

He cried not because he knew he was wrong or wanted to repent, but simply because he had been discovered.

That's it.

……

A 20-year-old cold case has been solved?!

The police announcement spread like wildfire, centered in Hangzhou, throughout the country.

This sparked a wave of discussion online, and even celebrity scandals and infidelity couldn't overshadow the popularity of this news.

Director's Office.

"As you've seen in the news, the higher-ups want you to give a brief summary and report on this case to various media outlets..."

"Wait! You brat, stop right there!"

(End of this chapter)