Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 51 The Ungrateful Wolf 8
There are three families who reported their children missing eleven years ago, but their children's remains have never been found.

Two families were convicted of murdering the suspect. Tan Jia accompanied Zheng Yan on a visit to a woman named Bai Shuang.

Bai Shuang wasn't home. When they found her, she was lingering outside a small three-story building, her eyelids drooping as she stared at the people inside, her mouth moving rapidly as if she were muttering something, but no sound came out.

Her son, who had just come of age, came to take her back home. She slapped him a few times, but he didn't even blink. His silent demeanor seemed to indicate that he was used to this kind of life.

Back at Bai Shuang's home, Zheng Yan first asked her what she was doing at the time of the incident last night. After learning that she was sleeping, he then asked her what she was doing just now.

The police officers were waiting to take notes when Bai Shuang suddenly spat at them.

"He's the one who's enjoying the good life in place of my son! My son should still have a piece of land!"

The spit attack inflicted magical damage, so Tan Jia quickly hid behind two policemen.

Zheng Yan remained unmoved and asked, "Who is enjoying the good fortune in place of your son?"

Bai Shuang continued to scold, and her son could only stammeringly reply on her behalf: "My mom was talking about my uncle's son, who is only ten years old."

Why should I take your place?

"It's not me, it's my twin brother."

Upon hearing the key words, Bai Shuang became agitated: "Your brother was destined for a life of happiness! It's all because of your uncle's family. That child was going to be reincarnated, so your brother had to die! That family doesn't do any good deeds, and they've put me in jail!"

Hmm? There's a big story behind this, the police officer noted down furiously.

However, Bai Shuang is mentally unstable and only knows how to curse her uncle's child. Her son's knowledge is limited to the fact that his younger brother was adopted by his uncle's family and then murdered by a serial killer. The story sounds fragmented and incomplete.

Just as I was about to ask a neighbor, a group of people suddenly rushed in from outside.

There were men, women, and children, all with red eyes and fierce expressions, scrutinizing Bai Shuang.

"Is she Fan Zhian's wife? Officer, is she the murderer?"

It turned out they were family members of the victim.

We tried our best to disperse the police force for visits, but we didn't expect them to still follow us and surround us.

Zheng Yan quickly stepped in to stop them, saying, "Don't get agitated, we're still visiting each household to make conversations."

Bai Shuang's son turned pale and said in a trembling voice, "My mother couldn't be the murderer. She loves children very much and only hates my uncle's child. She was out there early in the morning and didn't have time to harm others!"

They wouldn't listen, staring intently at Bai Shuang as if trying to discern the soul within her.

Among the victims' families, a bearded man said, "It's unlikely that Fan Zhian's wife is involved; Fan Zhiquan's family is more likely."

The man's face had lines that looked like they had been carved with a knife, making him look gloomy and slovenly.

But surprisingly, those people were quite willing to listen to him, and they became a little more rational, stepping back a bit.

Zheng Yan knew it was best not to confront these people head-on, so he simply stopped chasing them away and started asking them about the Fan Zhian brothers.

We all live in the same village and have known each other for at least twenty or thirty years. We know each other well and can explain things clearly in a few words.

In summary, Bai Shuang gave birth to twins back then. Her husband, Fan Zhian, considered that his younger brother had been married for two years without having any children, which would put him at a disadvantage when it came to dividing the compensation. So, he discussed with Bai Shuang the idea of ​​giving one of their sons to his brother Fan Zhiquan's family.

Who would have thought that the child would disappear? Although the body was not found in the serial cases, they were certain that the child was killed by the murderer. In a state of collapse, Bai Shuang joined forces with other victims' families to kill the suspect. Because the stab wounds were not as severe, he was only sentenced to two years in prison.

Two years later, after being released from prison, Fan Zhiquan's family had their own child. Fan Zhian continued to get along with his younger brother's family as usual, believing that the child back then was indeed unlucky.

Bai Shuang was filled with hatred. She stubbornly believed that Fan Zhiquan's biological child had taken away her child's good fortune. If it weren't for him, her son wouldn't have died. So she kept an eye on that child year after year.

"Fan Zhiquan's biological son was born before eight months were up, and it was full term, so he must have been pregnant before Xiao Er was murdered." "If it's not his own child, he won't care. When Xiao Er went missing, Fan Zhiquan's family didn't search everywhere. They went to Fan Zhian to cry first. Fan Zhian is also sick, but he comforted him and said it was okay."

"Bai Shuang dug everywhere, but couldn't find Xiao Er's body..."

When the topic of digging up corpses came up, everyone fell silent. The bodies, though in their prime, exuded an aura of decay and impending death.

After listening, Zheng Yan seemed to be deep in thought. He offered out a few cigarettes and asked about the man who was in charge.

"what is your name?"

The man's eyes gleamed beneath his thick hair: "Liu Maoshui. My child was the youngest of the victims. After that incident, my family was wiped out, leaving only me. I was released from prison three years ago."

His hatred for the murderer kept his withered life burning with the brightest light.

Zheng Yan's hand, which was offering the cigarette, grew heavy.

"Please accept my condolences. I have a few questions. Why do you believe the murderer is not Bai Shuang?"

“She loves children, and she doesn’t work at the picking farm. I even saw her leaving her house this morning. We’ve analyzed what kind of person the killer is; he must really hate boys aged seven to twelve.”

"Who suggested, or instigated, the killing of suspect Fan Yan back then?"

“I can’t remember, it seems like as we were talking, everyone’s eyes turned bloodshot with hatred, and we decided to kill him together… If you ask me this, is the murderer among us?” Liu Maoshui reacted quickly.

As he spoke, he stared sharply at the others, urging them to recall: "Everyone, think back to when we impulsively committed murder. Did someone say something on purpose? Or did someone agree but ultimately not carry it out?"

Eleven years is a long time, but for them, they dare not forget everything that happened back then.

Soon someone said, "Isn't that Fan Zhiquan?! The couple cried their hearts out for Xiao Er, shouting that they wanted to kill the murderer, but even with both families combined, only Bai Shuang actually did it!"

"Yes! Fan Zhiquan and Fan Yan even hung out together for a few years!"

Zheng Yan and Tan Jia exchanged a glance and decided to interrogate Fan Zhiquan's family immediately.

Fan Zhiquan's three-story villa was spacious and grand, with a high and thick gate and courtyard wall, like a fortress.

After knocking, the other person carefully opened the door a crack, and only opened it after seeing who it was.

He didn't even invite anyone in to sit down; he just leaned against the doorway, completely blocking the children playing with toy cars in the yard.

"Fan Zhiquan, Li Shuangli? Where were you between yesterday evening and 5 a.m.?"

Fan Zhiquan is a truck driver. His belly has gotten so big from overweight that his belt can only be tied around his crotch. He answered questions with an honest look on his face.

"We're sleeping at home. It's the weekend, and we took the kids out for a walk on the way to deliver goods. We're all very tired, so we went to bed early."

"Can anyone prove it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, all the neighbors saw it, and when I drive my big truck, half the village can see and hear it when I come in and out."

As he spoke, he glanced at the group of victims' families a dozen meters away and flinched.

Zheng Yan's gaze was deep: "What, are you afraid of them? You're not the murderer."

Fan Zhiquan: "Oh, you police don't know, Brother Liu and his gang had been quiet for a few years, but now that this happened, they've started searching everywhere again. Their child is gone, they could go crazy and become unreasonable at any time. If they're considered the murderer, I'll be sitting right here tomorrow. You guys hurry up and finish questioning them and help clear my name."

"That depends on whether you can clear your name. Fan Zhiquan, you are very familiar with Fan Yan, who made the extortion phone call back then. After Xiao Er, whom you adopted, disappeared, you didn't rush to find him. Instead, you infiltrated the victims' families and even strongly encouraged Bai Shuang, the sister-in-law, to kill Fan Yan... You are Fan Yan's accomplice, aren't you!?"

Fan Zhiquan's expression changed.

(End of this chapter)