Chapter 71 Lin Dahai.

Soon, he was surprised to find that the police car was driving straight toward his location.

He quickly stood up and looked at the other houses, glancing left and right, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

His heart skipped a beat.

He quickly turned around and looked inside the house.

At that moment, the sound of the child's crying seemed to have its volume turned up.

Impossible!

How could this be?

I only scared a child; how could that bring the criminal police?

Even if someone came, it should be the local police.

It must be a mistake, it must be.

—Screech!

Three police cars braked sharply and stopped right in front of him.

"Captain Long, what's going on?"

He quickly walked to the passenger side and asked Long Hao, who had just stepped out of the car, with curiosity.

If he was sure it was a mistake, he could clear things up quickly to avoid wasting police resources.

In truth, he was just worried and wanted to figure out the situation as soon as possible.

"We received a report that the couple living here is dead. Didn't you know?"

Chen Mo had sent him a text; since the two were inseparable, how could he not know the situation?

"Haha, someone must have made a false report."

Hearing this, Uncle Wang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He waved his hand as he spoke, signaling that they could head back the way they came.

This scene left Long Hao confused as well.

Chen Mo certainly wouldn't play such a joke on him.

It seemed Uncle Wang really didn't know what had happened.

"A neighbor must have called the police. I just accidentally scared the kid. No one's dead, don't worry."

"It wasn't a neighbor who called the police; it was Chen Mo."

After saying that, he led his men straight inside.

Uncle Wang blinked, his expression filled with bewilderment.

Had he heard correctly?

Xiao Chen called the police?

That brat is trying to screw me over.

I only asked him to comfort a child, and he actually wants to send me to the station.

"Ahem!"

Xiao Liu straightened his uniform, rested an arm on Uncle Wang's shoulder, and coughed lightly twice.

"Uncle Wang, shall we go?"

While the car was still running, they could leave immediately.

"Go... go where?"

Uncle Wang didn't dare meet his gaze and feigned ignorance.

"To the station, of course."

Gulp.

The sound of him swallowing hard came from his throat.

"I still can't believe this is real. I want to go in and see for myself."

"Let's go, I'll accompany you."

The house occupied about two hundred square meters, with the courtyard taking up almost half of it.

A large tree stood on one side with a lounge chair underneath for cooling off in the shade; a wire was tied around the trunk to serve as a clothesline, and the dress Uncle Wang had seen earlier was currently hanging on it.

Uncle Wang walked to the window and looked inside.

When he saw the two corpses in the room, his whole body trembled.

Now, no matter how much he didn't want to believe it, he had to.

The truth was right before his eyes!

"Xiao Liu, I told you last time the quilt was a bit damp. Did you take it out to dry for me?"

"I did."

"That's good. Let's not eat at the cafeteria tonight; I'll treat you to something nice."

The only thing that could comfort him now was the thousand yuan he had just won.

"Wasn't your pension all handed over?"

Hearing this, Uncle Wang reached into his pocket, intending to pull out the eight hundred yuan he had won to show off.

But...

He felt around his pockets.

His expression changed!

Where's my money?

Where's my eight hundred yuan!

He pulled out his pockets—they were empty!

His mental state completely collapsed!

"Ah! My money!"

Uncle Wang looked up at the sky and let out a wail.

The strength in his body was instantly drained, and he began to collapse toward the ground.

Fortunately, Xiao Liu was quick and caught him.

The miserable wailing reached the house.

Chen Mo frowned slightly and quickly felt his own pocket.

The money was still there.

"Xiao Zhang, have Xiao Liu take Xiao Xi back as well."

"Also, take some people to investigate the background of the two deceased."

Xiao Zhang nodded and carried Lin Xixi out.

The scene finally quieted down.

The medical examiner was performing an Autopsy on the two bodies.

Long Hao pulled open several drawers and soon found a household register.

"The woman's name is Feng Juan, 35 years old, a university graduate, from Binhai."

"The man is Lin Dahai, 40 years old, a primary school graduate, from Binhai."

"The two were husband and wife; their daughter is Lin Xixi, five years old."

More specific details would require Xiao Zhang's investigation; this was all they knew for now.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

"One is a university graduate, the other a primary school graduate—how did they end up together?"

It wasn't that he looked down on education or had any prejudice.

But based on Feng Juan's age, counting back, her time as a university student would have been around 1985, only a few years after the college entrance examination was reinstated.

The value of a university degree back then went without saying.

They didn't exactly walk with their heads in the clouds, but they were held in high regard wherever they went.

"Maybe they were just in love back then," Long Hao replied casually.

Love in that era wasn't yet tied to things like money.

It wasn't impossible.

Just then, the medical examiner's Autopsy results came out.

"Approximately 60 steel nails were embedded all over Lin Dahai's body. Each one is five centimeters long, mainly concentrated in the eyes, tongue, and limbs."

"The fatal wound was to the neck; a steel nail was driven directly into the throat, causing instant death. The time of death was around eleven o'clock last night."

"Preliminary estimates suggest the killer may have used a hammer as the weapon; that's for your reference."

After the medical examiner finished, he moved to Feng Juan's side.

"Feng Juan's time of death was also around eleven o'clock last night."

"Although there are no obvious fatal wounds on the surface, her body was actually extremely depleted from a cycle of new injuries occurring just as old ones were healing. Without timely medical care, the combination of new and old injuries from Lin Dahai's domestic violence finally erupted, leading to her death."

Everyone was left speechless as they looked at Feng Juan's body, covered in bruises, scabs, and cigarette burns.

If the two had truly come together because of love...

If Feng Juan had been willing to marry 'down' to Lin Dahai, then the injuries on her body seemed incredibly ironic now.

"Any issues with the Autopsy?"

Long Hao looked at Chen Mo. He had noticed earlier that Chen Mo had his own unique understanding of autopsies, not at all inferior to the medical examiner on the scene.

"No issues."

He shook his head; it matched the results he had deduced.

"Do you think the killer could be her?"

Long Hao said, looking at Feng Juan on the floor.

It couldn't be ruled out that after years of domestic violence, her resentment had built up until she finally resisted when Lin Dahai abused her last night.

Driving the steel nails in one by one before she herself passed away.

Strictly speaking, Feng Juan had no fatal wounds; her cause of death was extreme physical depletion leading to organ failure.

Theoretically, the above scenario made perfect sense.

Especially since Lin Dahai must have drunk a lot of alcohol last night and was likely in a stupor.

"It's not impossible."

"We can verify it."