564: Chapter 560: Only Wishing for a Clear Conscience 564: Chapter 560: Only Wishing for a Clear Conscience Since they had a detailed discussion the previous Saturday, Ye Fan and Zhang Zhiyuan spent just over an hour completing the work handover.
After seeing off Zhang Zhiyuan, Ye Fan returned to his office and sat at his desk, carefully flipping through the docunts.
Less than half an hour later, there was a knock at the door.
Ye Fan continued to look through the files and casually called out, “Co in.”
The door opened, but when Ye Fan waited for a while without seeing anyone enter, he couldn’t help but look up towards the doorway, only to see an elderly couple in plain clothes and a skinny middle-aged woman kneeling at the entrance.
Startled, Ye Fan quickly stood up and hurried to the door, simultaneously helping the people who were kneeling and saying, “What are you doing?
If there’s sothing wrong, co in and sit down to talk about it.
Get up, please get up…”
“Political Commissar, I beg you to save my son, Jiang Weidong.
He has been wrongfully accused; he hasn’t killed anyone and couldn’t possibly kill anyone.” The elderly couple refused to get up, persistently kowtowing to Ye Fan at the doorway.
Although Ye Fan could forcibly help one of them to stand, it was impossible with three people.
The two elders and the woman continued knocking their heads with a “bang-bang” sound, their foreheads bleeding from the kowtowing in the cold of winter.
Even if Ye Fan had a heart of stone, he was almost brought to his knees by these three people.
“Alright, alright, I promise to help you,” Ye Fan hastily said, disregarding the usual process, “As long as Jiang Weidong is truly innocent, I will clear his na!
Now get up, or I won’t handle this case!”
Upon hearing Ye Fan’s words, Jiang Weidong’s parents and wife finally stopped kowtowing and got up.
Ye Fan invited Jiang Weidong’s parents and wife inside, gave them a box of tissues to wipe the blood from their foreheads, and filled three disposable cups with hot water for them to drink.
It was winter now and a bit of rain had fallen that morning.
With the cold north wind howling, it was quite chilly.
Jiang Weidong’s parents and wife were clearly shivering, their clothes thin and inadequate, their necks shrunk together from the cold.
Of course, Ye Fan wasn’t naive, aware that in this era, it was unlikely for a normal family to truly lack clothing, and it was possible that they had deliberately dressed this way to garner sympathy.
After drinking the hot water and thanks to the air conditioning and heating in the office, Jiang Weidong’s family soon ward up.
“Do you have any evidence to firmly believe that Jiang Weidong didn’t commit murder?” Ye Fan asked.
Jiang Weidong’s mother imdiately said, “Weidong was raised with utmost care by .
He has always been honest; since he was young, others would bully him.
All the neighbors can testify to Weidong’s honesty, how could he possibly murder soone?
Police Captain, my son has truly been wronged!”
Jiang Weidong’s father and wife also echoed, stressing how Jiang Weidong was an honest person who wouldn’t even know how to fight back when bullied.
After listening, it was evident that Jiang Weidong’s family lacked evidence, and the reasons they provided essentially corroborated the possibility of Jiang Weidong being capable of murder to so extent.
Although Ye Fan had not investigated any cases before and had not graduated from a police academy, he was a distinguished graduate from Huaxia National Defense University, where psychology was a mandatory course.
In so of the psychological case analyses, it is often the seemingly docile people, who wouldn’t utter a word after being beaten, who commit so shocking, brutal acts that nobody could have anticipated.
So honest people who have been bullied for a long ti often just keep it bottled up inside.
Not knowing how to vent their frustrations and with it building up over ti, it can lead to ntal instabilities that, under certain triggers, result in pitiable yet detestable cruel acts.
For instance, over a decade ago in the case of a certain Ma, a very honest university student who was frequently bullied subsequently murdered four university classmates within three days.
After questioning for about seven or eight minutes and getting nowhere, Ye Fan had no choice but to let them go back ho.
After Jiang Weidong’s parents and wife had left, Ye Fan sat in his office chair, deep in thought.
He knew next to nothing about the serial murder case, only aware that such a case existed, with no clue of the specific details.
He would have to get the case files and study them carefully to understand.
However, it seed too coincidental that Jiang Weidong’s parents and wife knelt at his door, pleading for help not long after he had taken office, especially since they waited for Zhang Zhiyuan, who was aware of the situation, to leave before approaching.
“Judging from Fan Feipeng’s report during the eting just now, the case is nearing its end, soon to be turned into an iron-clad one.
If I intervene now to re-examine the case, I will obviously offend a whole host of people, even the one at the top of the bureau, Tang Xianlong,” Ye Fan thought to himself, “Who could be setting such a dangerous and damaging trap for ?
Chen Kunfei?
Or is there soone else?”
“However, since I am the deputy team leader of the special task force for the serial murder case, I must take responsibility for it.
If Jiang Weidong is truly innocent, even if I offend everyone in the bureau, I must clear his na and find the real culprit!
It’s a human life at stake, and there’s a family behind it.”
With this thought, Ye Fan imdiately stood up and left his office to get the serial murder case files.
He had never been intent on climbing up the ranks; he simply wanted to do his job well and have a clear conscience, so he wasn’t worried about offending people.
A few minutes later, Ye Fan smoothly acquired the files of the serial murder case and sat at his desk to read them intently.
But before he could settle in, soone knocked on the door.
“Co in.”
The door opened, and in walked a young police officer in full uniform with a straight posture, carrying a docunt in his hands.
“Commissar Ye, hello,” the young police officer said as he approached Ye Fan’s desk.
“The November 13th serial murder case has been clarified.
The suspect, Jiang Weidong, has fully confessed to the motive and process of the cri.
This is the result of the investigation; please sign it.”
As he spoke, he opened the docunt and passed it to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan took the file, glanced at it carefully, and saw Fan Feipeng’s flamboyantly scrawled na at the bottom, along with several other key police officers’ nas.
Clearly, with his signature, the docunt could imdiately be submitted to the bureau chief Tang Xianlong for his signature, ultimately sending Jiang Weidong to court.
His signature would an delivering a success to his hands.
“Go back and tell Captain Fan that I haven’t fully understood the case yet, and I can’t sign it for now.
Co back for the docunts this afternoon,” Ye Fan said, looking up at the young officer.
The young officer frowned and said, “Commissar Ye, not only is Bureau Chief Tang urging us, but the county committee is as well, and even the city is pressing us…”
“I know,” Ye Fan interrupted the young officer.
“Just relay my ssage to Captain Fan, as I said.”
“Yes,” the young officer had no choice but to agree and turned to leave.
When the young officer returned to Fan Feipeng’s office, Fan Feipeng was waiting for Ye Fan’s signature to submit the file to Tang Xianlong.
Seeing that the young officer didn’t bring back the docunt, Fan Feipeng couldn’t help but ask, “Where’s the docunt?”
“Commander, Commissar Ye refuses to sign it imdiately.
He says he hasn’t understood the case yet and can only sign it after reviewing it this afternoon,” the young officer reported.
Fan Feipeng was instantly annoyed, slamd the table, and cursed, “Dammit, so people don’t appreciate kindness, acting all high and mighty!
Trying to bask in reflected glory, yet he really thinks he’s sothing!”
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