Huang Yang disappeared.
The phone was off and no one was home. He didn't seem to reveal his whereabouts to anyone. The house was clean and tidy, as usual, and it didn't look like he had packed up his things and ran away.
Just when everyone in the organization was looking for him, Ling Feng suddenly received a call from Liu Mengwei.
"Don't worry, Huang Yang will report to the police station by himself tomorrow." Liu Mengwei's voice sounded a little tired.
"How do you know? Are you with him?" Ling Feng couldn't help but feel nervous: "Did you know that he was probably involved in a serial murder case more than ten years ago, including our two current cases? It's very possible that he did it too."
There was a chuckle on the phone: "Don't worry, I'm not with him. Even if we were, he wouldn't do anything to me. He is a person who abides by the rules and never punishes those who do nothing wrong."
"Then how do you know he will come tomorrow?"
"Oh, you saw it." Liu Mengwei said coquettishly: "I did see him just now, and he asked me to tell you about this. He still has some personal matters to deal with today and doesn't have time to accept your message. investigation."
"Of course, you can choose to believe him and wait for him to surrender to you. You can also choose not to believe him and continue the search. I am just a messenger. Once the message is brought, my mission is over."
"He...couldn't be destroying evidence?" Ling Feng felt bad.
"Maybe it's to arrange funeral arrangements." Liu Mengwei said with relief: "Evidence that can't be found cannot be used as evidence. It's better to wait patiently overnight."
"Will he really come tomorrow?" Ling Feng was still a little doubtful.
"You didn't find any conclusive physical evidence, right? If Huang Yang insists that he didn't know anything about these things, how do you plan to convict him?"
…
"Why do you want to help me?" Huang Yang, who was sitting opposite Liu Mengwei, finally asked after seeing her hang up the phone.
"I'm not helping you." Liu Mengwei said calmly: "Logically speaking, you can't even be considered a suspect now. As I just said to the police on the phone, these old cases have passed so many years. It was an accidental case at that time. If you insist on not knowing anything, I believe no one can do anything to you."
Huang Yang said nothing.
Liu Mengwei then continued: "That's why you dare to throw yourself into the trap and accept the investigation?"
"Last time you said you taught criminal psychology. Why don't you ask Teacher Liu to analyze the criminal in front of you and see what he is thinking in his mind." Huang Yang also wanted to know what her purpose was and was no longer willing to passively accept questioning. .
"So, you admit that you are a criminal?"
"Everyone has sins in them, the severity is different."
"Really? What about Jasmine? Is she also guilty?" Liu Mengwei hit the nail on the head.
"Of course not!" Huang Yang retorted sharply: "She is the purest child in the world."
"What about the girl in the ward just now? What crime did she commit?"
"She...she didn't commit any crime. She is also a pure child." Huang Yang said helplessly.
Liu Mengwei clenched her fists underneath: "But you handed over such a pure child to the devil!"
A trace of surprise flashed across Huang Yang's face: "What do you mean?"
"Where did she go during those days when she was missing? Who did you give her to?"
Huang Yang didn't expect that she would ask this question. After a moment, he suddenly realized: "You didn't let me go to the police station immediately just now because you wanted to interrogate me before the police, right?"
"I'm not interested in the murders you committed. I just want to know what happened in the days when Lin Xuerou disappeared and how you kidnapped her."
"Kidnapped?" Huang Yang shook his head: "No one kidnapped her, she was always in school."
Liu Mengwei already knew this, but still wanted to hear what he had to say.
…
Last night, Ling Feng could hardly sleep. His nerves were always in a state of tension. For this kind of thing that was beyond his control, he could only muster 12% of his energy to prepare for it.
Suddenly, the office bell rang loudly, and Ling Feng picked it up as quickly as possible.
On the other end of the phone were colleagues guarding Huang Yang's home. According to their report, Huang Yang had gone home and asked them to give him some time to wash up and tidy up before cooperating with them to go to the Criminal Investigation Detachment.
Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that the initiative was back in his own hands.
After about half an hour, they finally arrived at Huang Yang.
An old man wearing a smoky gray tunic got out of the car. The tall formal suit straightened his back. In Ling Feng's impression, Huang Yang had always been a somewhat shaky and depressed old man, completely different from today.
From the moment Huang Yang stepped into the police station door, Ling Feng's eyes never left him. The calmer he acted, the more Ling Feng felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Does he really have a clear conscience, or is he completely sure that he has not left anything that can be caught?
They entered an inquiry room. Huang Yang was neither humble nor arrogant, and sat down without any courtesy: "I heard that you are looking for me? If you need my help if you need anything, officer, just ask."
When faced with interrogation, most of the most vicious criminal suspects often refused to cooperate, acted arrogantly, made all kinds of excuses, and pretended to be crazy. Ling Feng had accumulated rich experience in dealing with such people. If they go in the opposite direction, one possibility is that they are indeed doing the right thing, and the other possibility means that this is an opponent with a deep city and an extremely difficult opponent to deal with.
Ling Feng took out the contract and insurance policy and asked yesterday's question again.
"I don't remember, too much time has passed." Huang Yang just glanced at it and said lightly.
"But we have found the person who wrote this list. She is your student. You don't remember it, but she remembers it clearly! She has confessed that you instructed her to write this thing."
Huang Yang remained calm: "Really? Which student of mine is it? Please find her. If she can remind me of some details, maybe I can remember them."
Ling Feng was shocked. It was indeed the first time for him to see a suspect who so confidently asked for witnesses to confront him face to face. He couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Huangyang Gourd, but he couldn't let down in terms of momentum.
Ling Feng didn't hesitate long before he asked the police to contact Qin Nanzhu. In any case, on his own territory, with so many police watching, how could he let such a sixty-year-old man make trouble?
Qin Nanzhu and Huang Yang sat opposite each other, with Ling Feng and Ma Xiaochao sitting in the middle, and Ling Ling and Zhou Zhen on the other side. The four of them separated them far away.
Qin Nanzhu asked with wide eyes: "Does the teacher really not remember?"
"I thought about it carefully after I went back yesterday and made sure I remembered it correctly. Because the teacher called me home at that time and solemnly asked me to do this favor for him, so I was deeply impressed by this incident. "
Everyone looked at Huang Yang, waiting for his response. But he still just looked at Qin Nanzhu coldly and said nothing.
"Teacher Huang, for what purpose did you ask your students to write this insurance policy for you?" Ling Feng asked Huang Yang again.
Seeing Huang Yang's delay in responding, Ling Feng had no choice but to ask Qin Nanzhu: "At that time, did Teacher Huang tell you what he was writing this for?"
Qin Nanzhu shook his head: "I don't remember this. I just helped the teacher copy something. It's not a big deal."
Ling Ling also just heard about the new clues found by Wen Qiao and the others yesterday. She was still confused about the current situation. She asked in confusion: "Why does Mr. Huang insist on you copying this list for him?" What? Can’t he copy it himself?”
Qin Nanzhu's expression paused, and then he smiled: "Maybe it's because Teacher Huang and I have a close relationship. A teacher sometimes has to teach dozens or hundreds of students, and it's impossible to have an impression on everyone. However, I I think Teacher Huang must have recognized me at that time, even if he doesn’t remember my appearance, he must have remembered it after seeing my name.”
"Teacher Huang was not only my teacher in junior high school, but also my elementary school teacher. At that time, I went to school in a small village called Xibaozhuang. At that time, the school conditions were relatively poor and there were few teachers, so I had to wear multiple jobs. , Teacher Huang is one of them.”
"It's just that Teacher Huang's surname was not Huang at that time..." Qin Nanzhu suddenly straightened up, tilted his head and asked him: "Teacher Bai, I've always wanted to ask you, why did you change your name? You even changed your surname. .”
"Teacher Bai? Which Teacher Bai?"
"That's Teacher Bai Yuyang."
Huang Yang, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. He snorted coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I change my name? My original name was Huang Yang. My father's surname is Huang and my mother's surname is Yang. Both are well-documented. Although they are both early I'm no longer here, but in my hometown, I still have a few relatives from my father's side, and one of my cousins who is relatively close by blood. Although we haven't been in contact with each other for a long time, he has long since stopped recognizing me, and I don't know him anymore. I don’t recognize him, but now that DNA technology is so mature, it should be easy to prove our genetic relationship.”
Several police officers couldn't help but begin to doubt Qin Nanzhu's words when they heard that he was so confident and even offered to use DNA, an irrefutable method, to verify his identity.
"Are you sure? He is your elementary school teacher Bai Yuyang? But didn't Bai Yuyang die in a car accident in 2004?" Ling Ling asked.
"What?! Teacher Bai is dead?" Qin Nanzhu was so shocked that she stood up from her chair. She said in disbelief: "This...how is this possible? This is impossible! He is Teacher Bai!"
Ling Feng saw that she was very emotional and didn't look like she was lying, so he asked, "Are you sure? Do you have any basis for saying that?"
Qin Nanzhu hesitated and was speechless. After a long time, he said: "Teacher Bai was a teacher in our Xibaozhuang when he was young and taught many students. You can let them identify it."
Ling Feng recalled in his mind the teachers who taught him twenty years ago. Except for a few who were very impressive, most of them only had a vague outline. He could barely remember the character's temperament, but the specific image had long been blurred. He didn't know that after so many years of processing and polishing his childhood memories, how much of them were still true to what they were back then. Even if someone could prove that Huang Yang and his primary school teacher Bai Yuyang were the same person, how could they defeat the irrefutable evidence of DNA?
Seeing that everyone was doubtful about her words, Qin Nanzhu said anxiously: "Teacher Bai once had a daughter who was sentenced to death for murder."
As soon as these words came out, the air in the room suddenly became cold.
"This incident was a big deal at the time, and many police came to our village to investigate. Teacher Bai, as a family member, must have been questioned by the police many times. If you don't believe me, you should believe the police, right?"
"A few years ago, I met a police officer who was investigating this case, and I recognized him at a glance. I'm not boasting, but I have a good memory. I still remember a few people I met when I was 8 years old. Not to mention the teacher who has taught me for several years!" Qin Nanzhu was still arguing.
"Then let's invite the police officer to come and take a look and see if my surname is Bai or Huang." Huang Yang still looked as steady as a mountain, as if what happened in this room just now had nothing to do with him.
