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Yang Xiaojuan took out a set of equipment, filled with various items that looked quite impressive. She said, "I need to carefully observe the situation here..." Without paying us any mind, she began working on her own. We waited outside, and after a long while, Juan Juan came out and said, "There's no need to seal off the scene anymore; everything that needed to be collected has been gathered..."
Li Bo sighed and said, "Old Qin's life can be considered complete. After his death, our bureau's most experienced detective and the most renowned forensic expert will investigate..."
I patted Li Bo on the shoulder and turned to glance at Old Qin's room. The old man's space was hardly better than his entrance; it consisted of a single bed, a bedside table, and an old wardrobe, with nothing else in sight. A teddy bear lay on the floor.
Seeing me staring at the teddy bear, Yang Xiaojuan said to me, "We can preliminarily conclude that Uncle Qin climbed up onto the windowsill from the table by the bed. He might have knocked this teddy bear down during the process."
The teddy bear looked quite new, as if it had just been purchased recently. I knew that Old Qin had always doted on his little grandson; this new toy might have been meant for him. But since the grandson hadn't returned home yet, how could Old Qin have committed suicide? I told Li Bo, "This teddy bear looks pretty new. Find a few people to investigate its origin!"
"If this teddy bear was bought within this week, it could further support the suspicion surrounding Old Qin's death!" With that, I stepped into the room, put on gloves, and placed the teddy bear on the table. At that moment, Qin Xiao and his wife had finished giving their statements at the bureau and returned.
Qin Xiao had a square face and appeared to be in his thirties; he looked quite honest. After five or six years in the company, he was still just a low-level employee. His wife, Wu Meiqin, was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, heavily made up and looking quite glamorous. Upon seeing us there, she seemed somewhat impatient.
I noticed that Wu Meiqin occasionally glanced at Yang Xiaojuan as if comparing herself to her. Yang Xiaojuan was thirty but still looked very youthful—much more so than this heavily made-up woman. Perhaps feeling inferior in appearance, Wu Meiqin took out her new iPhone 5S from her bag...
Yang Xiaojuan smiled but said nothing.
As we left the room, Yang Xiaojuan said to me, "Based on my intuition as a woman, I feel that Qin Xiao and Wu Meiqin are not normal. I believe Uncle Qin's death is related to them!" I stopped in my tracks and replied, " Juan Juan, you aren't saying this just because of Wu Meiqin's earlier comparison, are you? Objectively speaking, you're still a bit more attractive than her!" I raised my pinky finger as I spoke.
Juan Juan rolled her eyes at me and continued, "That's true; however, what caught my attention wasn't that but rather her phone. It's a newly released model priced around five thousand five hundred yuan. I'm not saying they shouldn't have a new phone given their lifestyle; it's just that look at Uncle Qin's room—if they had that money, they could have bought some new furniture for him..."
"Even though her LV bag is fake, it's still finely crafted and costs over a thousand yuan. If you add it all up, this woman must need quite a bit of money!" Yang Xiaojuan remarked.
I nodded but felt puzzled and asked, "But does that justify killing Old Qin? After all, Old Qin earned a salary too! Do they see him as a burden?" With this thought in mind, I quickly called Li Bo over and said to him, "Check Old Qin's medical records; he's been smoking all his life and has had various health issues—he might even have lung disease..."
Juan Juan interjected, "No need to check; the autopsy confirmed that Uncle Qin had heart and lung issues—he must have been on medication for it. This type of illness has a high risk of sudden death; Uncle Qin should have kept his medication with him at all times. However, we found no medication in his clothes or in the room..."
"That is indeed suspicious!" I nodded and continued speaking to Li Bo: "Since we can confirm this point, find out how much Old Qin spent on medical expenses each month—details would be best..."
Faced with high medical costs, many shocking stories have emerged from hospitals. Some family members have poisoned patients' food with rat poison or poured laundry detergent into their IV bags; others have demanded doctors stop all medications for patients or even thrown patients wrapped in blankets from upper floors to their deaths—all actions committed by so-called relatives.
A patient who woke up from a vegetative state once said: "I fought desperately not to die only to wake up and realize you all saw me as a burden."
I won't comment on this; I only know that when people go crazy, they can do anything.
While I was driving, Yang Xiaojuan sat in the passenger seat. She asked me, "Can I ask you a question? Am I really just a little bit better looking than her? If your answer satisfies me, I'll get you a new phone!"
I glanced at Yang Xiaojuan and thought to myself how women love to compare. I shook my head and replied, "I refuse to answer that question. I don't need a new phone; my Nokia works just fine. Just the other day, my neighbor Xiaomei had a problem with her faucet. The repairman struggled with it for ages using a wrench but couldn't get it off. When I saw that, I took out my Nokia and knocked it off in no time..."
"I ask you! What does your neighbor Xiaomei do? Do you often go to her house?" Yang Xiaojuan's expression turned fierce as she pressed me.
Seeing her like this, it felt like she was about to eat me alive, so I had no choice but to tell the truth: "My neighbor Xiaomei is a fifty-year-old woman who sells vegetables at the market. She has a son a few years younger than me who works in the city and doesn't have a girlfriend. He spends his days sighing and calling himself a 'single dog'..."
Yang Xiaojuan interrupted me, saying, "So what if she's an older woman? Calling her Xiaomei is ridiculous. Beautiful indeed!"
I sighed in resignation. "That's just her name; even if you were eighty, you'd still be called Yang Xiaojuan..."
After dinner, I saw Yang Xiaojuan coming to the archives with a suitcase. I was puzzled until I remembered that tomorrow was the selection day for the Special Investigation Team, and Director Li had already bought our train tickets. Yang Xiaojuan said, "The selection is tomorrow. I hope you get chosen; otherwise, I'll have to work with someone else. By then, you might be crying and won't even find me!"
I had been busy with Old Qin's case all day and had completely forgotten about the Special Investigation Team selection. I said seriously, " Juan Juan, I don't want to go!"
Yang Xiaojuan dropped her suitcase on the floor with a loud thud. She looked at me as if I were a stranger and said, "Shaoshilin, what are you thinking? Such a great opportunity is right in front of you! Why aren't you trying to seize it? Since the day I met you, you've dreamed of joining the Special Investigation Team!"
She was right; joining the Special Investigation Team had always been my dream. But at this critical moment, with Old Qin's case unfolding—one that clearly didn't look like a suicide—I couldn't just walk away from it. I had known Old Qin since my internship six years ago.
I replied, "I can't leave while Old Qin's case remains unsolved."
"Uncle Qin's case has Li Bo and the others working on it; you've already pointed them in the right direction. What are you still doing here?" Yang Xiaojuan took several deep breaths and said to me, "Don't you trust Li Bo and their abilities? He's someone you trained; don't you know his capabilities?"
Despite Yang Xiaojuan's reasoning and emotional appeal, I resolutely shook my head and said, "It's not that I don't trust Li Bo; it's just that I want to catch this killer myself. Even if it turns out Old Qin really did commit suicide in the end, I'd accept that."
This was all I could do for Old Qin.
Yang Xiaojuan pointed at me, speechless for a moment. Finally, she managed to squeeze out a few words: "You're simply unreasonable! Idiot!" With that, she picked up her suitcase and left, saying, "I've already become part of the Special Investigation Team; whether you come or not, I'll complete my mission!"
I knew that the members of the Special Investigation Team were constantly on the move across the country. If I missed the selection for the Special Investigation Team or wasn't chosen, we would hardly see each other for a year. In our hearts, not being selected and voluntarily giving up were two entirely different concepts, distinguished by whether one was looked down upon by others or by oneself.
A young intern rushed over, glanced at the departing Yang Xiaojuan, then looked at me and cautiously said, "Brother Shao, Sister Xiao Juan is doing this for your own good. Although I don't understand many things, I can tell that your position in this bureau is quite significant."
I turned around and smiled at her, saying, "Oh? Good observation! Do you want to learn about criminal investigation with me?"
The girl stuck out her tongue and replied, "I wouldn't dare go to the scene myself. But what I said is true; I've mentioned before that you're the only one in the bureau who dares to speak to Director Li like that. Now it should be added that you're also the only one who can make Sister Xiao Juan curse!"
I shook my head helplessly. I had already made up my mind about this matter, regardless of what others said. If I could give up on Old Qin's case, I didn't know what else could motivate me to find Captain Shi and Wang Gang.
Soon, everyone in the bureau learned about this situation. Li Bo and the others understood my character and didn't dare to say much. However, Director Li's reaction surprised me a bit. He called me into his office, had me sit down, and said, "Xiao Shao, I won't say much. I understand your character; once you've made a decision, even eight oxen couldn't pull you back."
"I'll just say two things: First, Old Qin is my good buddy." Director Li's eyes were deep, as if there were waves rolling within them. "Second, in life and work, as long as you have no regrets in your heart, that's enough."
Enough.
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