Zhang Hui just finished the first round of interrogation.
"This guy didn’t say anything."
"How did he explain the bloodstains in the cold storage?"
"He said he accidentally injured his leg while moving fruit, causing him to bleed."
"He even went to the hospital to get two stitches."
"I saw the wound, and it indeed looks like an accidental injury. Song has already gone to the hospital where he got the stitches to investigate the dical records."
His social relationships show no abnormalities, and there’s a reasonable explanation for the bloodstains in the cold storage.
Could it be that Zhao Wenjun really has no problems?
North River Road, Exhibition Ho.
"Hello, Ms. Su. I’m Zhang Xiao from the Haizhou City Criminal Investigation Team. I have so matters I’d like to discuss with you."
Zhang Xiao and another colleague prepared to approach Zhao Wenjun’s wife, Su Xiaojuan.
"Oh oh... officer?"
Zhang Xiao could tell that Su Xiaojuan was surprised to receive his call.
"Yes... is there sothing wrong?"
"No need to be nervous. We just want to understand so situations. I’m currently at the entrance of Exhibition Ho. Are you around?"
"Ah, I am... no, no, no, I’m not at ho. I’m currently on Lingshui Road looking for a tutor for my daughter."
"In that case... how long until you return?"
"I’m almost done here. Driving back will take a little over twenty minutes."
"Alright, we’ll wait for you at the entrance of the community."
Half an hour later, at Zhao Wenjun’s ho.
Exhibition Ho is a high-end residential area developed five years ago, featuring high-rises, houses, and villas.
Zhao Wenjun’s ho is a three-story townhouse.
In the living room, Su Xiaojuan poured water for Zhang Xiao and his colleague.
Having just been introduced, Su Xiaojuan seed much more at ease.
It’s her first ti eting the police, especially for an interview. This level of composure is already comndable.
"Ms. Su, we’d like to know more about your husband."
"Wenjun?"
Su Xiaojuan tensed up again. "Did sothing happen to him?"
"He’s on a business trip to Tianzhou City, isn’t he? What happened?"
"Ms. Su, you misunderstand. There’s nothing wrong with Zhao Wenjun. We’re just gathering information about him."
Even after hearing there was no problem, Su Xiaojuan didn’t seem convinced.
"Officer, tell the truth. I can handle it. Is sothing wrong with Old Zhao...?"
"Sob... sob..."
Zhang Xiao watched as Su Xiaojuan began to cry, feeling a bit helpless.
Situations like this...
He’s seen many tis before.
Inquiring with a suspect’s family is an essential part of investigating a case and understanding the suspect’s background.
There are typically three reactions.
The first is like Su Xiaojuan’s, where the spouse imdiately thinks the worst, such as a fatal accident.
The second is indifferent, insisting on knowing nothing, often seen with families of repeat offenders.
The third is imdiate outrage as if they want the police to arrest and execute the person on the spot.
"Ms. Sun, there’s truly nothing wrong with Zhao Wenjun. He’s with our Criminal Investigation Team now. We’ve co to verify so details related to the Bailan River corpse case."
"Old Zhao isn’t dead?"
Zhang Xiao sighed. "He’s really not dead."
Oh.
Su Xiaojuan let out a deep breath and patted her chest. "Thank heavens... By the way, officer, what was it you said about the Bailan River?"
"It’s about the decomposed corpse case at Bailan River last week."
A corpse case?
"Have you found the culprit?"
Su Xiaojuan had read about the case on her phone.
Of course, these were general reports stating the police found a body by Bailan River and were currently solving the case.
There were no further details, and pictures of the scene wouldn’t have been publicly released.
Unless the scene is extrely horrifying or causes significant public concern, it’s unlikely to be widely discussed.
But official communication channels have strict restrictions regarding the release of such details.
Zhang Xiao didn’t respond directly; he got straight to the point: "Ms. Su, during our investigation, we discovered large bloodstains in the cold storage your husband rented by Bailan River."
"He ntioned getting injured by a shelf while moving fruit. Do you know about this?"
Su Xiaojuan nodded. "I think it was last month. We went to the hospital together."
Last month?
"Do you rember the specific date?"
"Hmm..."
Su Xiaojuan thought for a mont, then checked her phone. "It was the second last month."
March 2nd?
Today is April 14th; the body was discovered on April 6th.
The second of last month is...
Thirty-six days before the body was found!
During the case analysis eting, Zhang Xiao reviewed Lu Chuan’s forensic report on the corpse’s parasites.
The report estimated the genuine death ti might be thirty-six days ago, with twenty-five days of low-temperature storage.
Zhang Wenjun’s injury ti...
What a coincidence?
"Rembering such detail a month later, Ms. Su, you have a good mory."
"Not really. I just rember Old Zhao injuring his foot. I don’t recall the exact date."
"It was mainly because my daughter’s tutor resigned that sa day. I’ve been through four tutors this month, but my daughter says none compare to the first..."
Zhang Xiao’s mind started to race.
"Oh, you ntioned you were on Lingshui Road, looking for a tutor?"
"Yes, good tutors are hard to find these days, and they’re expensive."
Talking about the tutoring situation seed to relax Su Xiaojuan significantly, and she opened up: "Our daughter is starting middle school this year. Without tutoring, it’s hard to keep up."
Zhang Xiao nodded in agreent. "Our child is in sixth grade, starting middle school next year too."
"Really? Which school?"
"First Elentary."
"Oh, that’s a good school. Houses in that district must be over thirty-thousand per square ter?"
"It’s a property from my father’s workplace. We live there."
"I’m telling you, good schools have bright students, and you need tutoring. Our kid’s..."
The colleague with Zhang Xiao stood up. "Ms. Su, your villa is quite spacious. Mind if we look around?"
He was unconcerned with their unrelated chat about education, using it as an excuse to walk around the living room.
"Sure, take a look. This house’s renovation cost us a lot of money, and it kept busy."
"Officer Zhang, I suggest you look for teachers from the second middle school. The experintal middle school used to be good, but not as much now."
"But, I’m telling you, so recent graduates can be surprisingly good. Our old tutor was a fresh graduate aiming for a teaching position but hasn’t secured it yet..."
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