195: Chapter 195 Quite Tough-Asked

Upon hearing Han Jingyang's words, Shen Yuhai's expression turned serious as well. "But we conducted an investigation previously, and these three successive homeowners didn't know each other and had no intersection. Aside from all having the surname Wang, they were no different. You could say that besides their surname, there were no similarities in any other aspect."

Han Jingyang shook his head. "No, there definitely is one; it just hasn't been found yet."

"Then you..."

"I want to see the detailed information on these three people. You should also re-examine it. Finally, I need to go to the site and take a look."

"Alright, I'll send it to your phone. Remember to delete it completely after reading."

Han Jingyang nodded and asked casually, "How's the situation over at Xiaohe Village?"

"We're preparing to close the case."

"Hmm? Were the Three Liu Brothers caught?"

"No," Shen Yuhai sighed. "That Liu Ming and Huo Qian took the fall for all the charges."

"Don't you need evidence?"

"That's the problem; there is no evidence. Those two were close to the Three Liu Brothers, but there are almost no transfer records to be found, and their chat logs and everything else are normal and clean. Although they have a lot of money from unknown sources, they don't hold public office or even have legitimate occupations, so we can't exactly convict them of possession of unexplained wealth, can we?"

"Not even a little?"

"Nothing has been found so far, so we can only prepare to close the case according to the process and enter the prosecution phase. Of course, I'll find a way to prolong this process to see if I can find more evidence. Naturally, even if a verdict is reached, as long as more evidence can be found, a retrial is still possible."

Han Jingyang was very frustrated.

But he also knew there was no other way. This organization must and can only speak with evidence. If too much subjective consciousness were involved, it would inevitably breed more problems.

Evidence!

Sigh, it was mentally exhausting. One mess after another—when would it ever end?

It was all He Dingkun's fault.

If it weren't for He Dingkun, how could there be such a long string of events?

Wait, He Dingkun?

Han Jingyang quickly asked, "What about He Dingkun?"

"He's still hanging on by a thread."

"He's not dead yet?"

Shen Yuhai shook his head. "No, after being in emergency care for a while, he actually showed signs of recovery. The old man is really hard to kill, damn!"

Han Jingyang began to question reality.

This was unreasonable.

Highly unreasonable.

Given He Dingkun's physical condition, after experiencing his ancestral grave being desecrated, the Dingshen Group building being destroyed, the Dingshen Group collapsing, both his elder and younger sons and their wives being wiped out, and the Life-extending Pagoda being burned, he should have been dead long ago.

Never mind that He Dingkun was already on the verge of death; even a normal person would have kicked the bucket after experiencing so much.

Unless... He Dingkun had another trump card, such as a dharma instrument or a life-extending Feng Shui layout like the Octagonal Building in Dongpo Village.

Otherwise, there was simply no way to explain it. No matter how tough a person's life was, there was a limit to what they could endure, and He Dingkun had clearly exceeded that limit.

Shit!

After all this effort, the first enemy he encountered since starting out had still not been dealt with.

Truly disgusting.

But it didn't matter anymore. Even if the man surnamed He didn't die, it wouldn't mean much. It would be better if he died sooner to suffer less. If he really recovered, he might even have to go to prison.

Well, considering He Dingkun's age and physical condition, going to prison was impossible.

So, it was still better for him to die sooner.

He would handle the serious business first. If the old man wasn't dead by the time he finished, he would personally send him on his way.

Han Jingyang left the police station, got into the car, and said to Shi Xiaoya, "Go to Jinding No. 1."

"An on-site inspection?"

"Yes."

"Do we need to make any preparations?"

"No need."

"Really no need?"

"No need."

Han Jingyang had seen that villa at Jinding No. 1 last time, but he hadn't gone in, only looking at it from the entrance.

But the memory was deep.

Even now, he remembered that hideous ghost face and the aura of rising blood flames and billowing black clouds.

It was terrifying.

But he wasn't afraid.

With the Chaotian Temple accompanying him, he at least had the power to protect himself. Moreover, he was wearing several protective items and weapons; he could be said to be armed to the teeth.

If he didn't even have the courage to enter the scene like this, he might as well change careers sooner.

Jinding No. 1 Villa Complex.

Villa No. 22.

The entrance.

Han Jingyang, Shi Xiaoya, and Liu Jing stood at the entrance, all looking up together.

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing saw nothing.

But in Han Jingyang's eyes, that hideous woman's face was even more terrifying than before.

This terror wasn't from being more hideous or more bloody.

On the contrary, she was more refined, looking like a normal person. Her features, eyes, and even her expressions were more real. The hideousness he had seen last time was almost invisible; she looked like a genuine beauty.

However, this refined face wore an eerie smile. She stared at the three of them with that obvious smile but cold eyes, like a superior hunter staring at prey about to step into a trap.

Han Jingyang sighed.

It was so damn creepy.

Regardless of whether there was danger inside, seeing this thing really killed any interest in walking in. Even if he wouldn't get hurt, getting startled out of the blue by this thing would be very unpleasant and would leave a psychological shadow.

Fortunately, the Manifestation of Holiness attribute wasn't activated.

Otherwise, Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing would surely have been scared into jumping.

Hearing Han Jingyang's sigh, Shi Xiaoya asked, puzzled, "Boss, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's go in," Han Jingyang said as he stepped over the cordon, tore off the seal, used the key Shen Yuhai had given him to unlock the door, and gently pulled on it.

Hmm?

It wouldn't budge?

What was the situation?

Could someone be inside with the door double-locked?

Or did this door open inward?

Seeing this, Liu Jing held her blades in both hands and slammed her back into it with all her might.

Thud—

The door made a dull impact sound.

Han Jingyang even felt a slight vibration coming from the door.

Looking at the door that had only opened a crack, his face darkened.

Was this a house door?

Is this a freaking vault door?

Only a madman would use a twenty-centimeter-thick stainless steel plate as a villa door.

Liu Jing grabbed the door handle, exerted force with both hands, and slowly pulled the heavy stainless steel door open.

Hmm?

Han Jingyang frowned again.

The smell in this room was actually quite fresh.

This was unreasonable.

Even with ventilation facilities, a house that had been uninhabited for a long time and had construction workers in for renovations would definitely not smell good.

Unless someone had been cleaning it all along.

But this was also unreasonable. If someone really were cleaning, neither He Dingkun nor the police could have failed to notice.

This is getting more and more interesting.

Han Jingyang ignored the woman above his head and went straight inside.

The inside looked quite normal—a demolition site with half-smashed walls, almost entirely scraped-off plaster, pried-up floor tiles, and exposed wiring and plumbing. However, the floor was clean without a speck of dust.

The same was true for the windows; there were almost no stains to be seen, making them bright and clean.

Aside from that, there was nothing special.

The layout of the first floor was also nothing special: a living room, kitchen, bathroom, plus two bedrooms. They had been cleared out completely, with not a single piece of furniture left.

Han Jingyang looked up at the stairs.

Standing at the top of the stairs was a woman in a long white dress. She had a slender build, clearly that of a dancer, and her figure was charming and elegant.

Her long hair flowed down, covering almost her entire face, leaving only a narrow slit from her forehead to the tip of her nose and down to her chin.

Through this narrow slit, a deathly pale face could be seen.