308: Chapter 308 Han Jingyang, a Fool with Money

"Zhou Zhenhua?" Han Jingyang's heart skipped a beat.

Just a moment ago, Wang Zhiwei's second uncle said Dou Dous Mother's biological father's surname was Zhou, and her biological mother's surname was Sun.

Someone outside shouted that Zhou Zhenhua had an accident. Could it be...

He turned to look at Wang Zhiwei's second uncle. The second uncle's face also changed: "It's Dou Dous Mother's biological father..."

Damn it! Han Jingyang jumped up and ran outside. Shi Xiaoya followed immediately. Wang Zhiwei and his uncle also followed right behind.

They ran in the direction the sound came from and quickly arrived at the scene.

Han Jingyang stared at the victim in the crowd, his face turning incredibly grim. The person was dead.

There was no need for rescue efforts. The head was completely shattered. Lying to the side was an old motorcycle, looking at least twenty years old. The logo was illegible; it had a red base with black edges, and the design didn't even look outdated by today's standards.

It was exactly the Qingqi brand motorcycle most familiar to the people of Quancheng.

But now, the motorcycle wasn't severely damaged, only the front bumper was bent, yet the owner of the motorcycle was gone.

Looking at the accident scene, the process was quite clear and simple. Zhou Zhenhua was riding his motorcycle back to the village. When passing by a large locust tree on the side of the road, a collision occurred. The motorcycle's bumper hit the tree, then Zhou Zhenhua's head hit the tree, and then both man and machine spun and flew over twenty meters away.

Where was the problem? At least two points. First, the speed was quite fast. Second, he wasn't wearing a helmet.

Soon, the village chief arrived, as did the respected elders of the village, and Zhou Zhenhua's parents and parents-in-law. Then, the police and ambulance arrived, but they left again shortly after.

Han Jingyang stood on the periphery, quietly watching the actions and words of everyone at the scene. Inside, he was suppressing a surge of anger.

Was this an accident? No, absolutely not an accident. This was silencing a witness.

This was a provocation against him! And even more, it was fear of him!

It also proved his line of reasoning was correct. There must be clues hidden here that the murderer was afraid of being discovered.

Furthermore, the murderer was indeed powerful and resourceful, actually knowing he had come to Shenzhuang Village and successfully managing to kill Zhou Zhenhua to silence him before he could get there.

Cunning, brutal, with bizarre methods, and well-informed.

Moreover, judging from Zhou Zhenhua's situation, Dou Dous Mother's death might not have been as simple as excessive blood loss from a difficult labor; the death of the midwife, Zhou Jinhua, back then was likely not simple either.

It was highly probable that they all died by murder. In other words, there were at least two more lives on the murderer's hands. Zhou Zhenhua, Zhou Jinhua. There must be even more that hadn't been discovered.

In any case, there were definitely more victims murdered by the culprit than just those young and beautiful women in the oil paintings. Thinking of this, Han Jingyang felt a chill run through his body.

Because of this, Han Jingyang didn't even dare to directly contact Zhou Zhenhua's parents, who were the biological parents of the child.

Furthermore, Zhou Zhenhua's death would trigger other complications. At the very least, the child couldn't continue staying in the city; she had to come back to attend the funeral and observe mourning. This was her biological father; she had to come back, even if it cost her her life.

But with her condition... Han Jingyang sighed and patted the dazed Wang Zhiwei: "Old Wang, come with me, let's find a place to talk."

Walking to a secluded spot, Wang Zhiwei asked with a numb expression: "It wasn't an accident, right?"

Han Jingyang nodded: "It wasn't an accident."

"What do we do now? What can I do?"

"Pretend you know nothing. Comfort your second uncle, tell him not to speak carelessly. Find me a place to stay in the village and arrange a suitable identity for me. The rest is just to accompany the child."

"Let her come back?"

"Otherwise?"

"Will there be danger?"

Han Jingyang originally wanted to say "With me here, it will definitely be fine," but thinking of Zhou Zhenhua, who had just died in an "accident," he couldn't bring himself to say it.

He could only change his words: "I will have Liu Jing protect her closely, the kind that doesn't leave her side."

Wang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief: "Come with me."

While the villagers were busy arranging the funeral for Zhou Zhenhua, Han Jingyang and Shi Xiaoya settled into Wang Zhiwei's second uncle's house.

Wang Zhiwei's second uncle was named Liu Zhiyuan. After witnessing Zhou Zhenhua's car accident, Liu Zhiyuan had been somewhat trance-like.

Han Jingyang also sighed. He cursed himself for coming up with a poor excuse. Of all things to make up, he had to make up something about possible silencing. As a result, no sooner had he finished saying it than someone was actually silenced. This was really...

But since things had reached this point, he could only continue the pretense. Thinking this, he patted Liu Zhiyuan's elbow: "Uncle, you saw the situation. This matter is indeed very dangerous, but it doesn't have much to do with you, so rest assured. Besides, staying at your house allows me to protect you. From now on, just pretend you don't know anything and live your life normally. We will bring the murderer to justice very soon."

Liu Zhiyuan trembled as he lit a cigarette: "The, the murderer hasn't been caught yet?"

"Not yet, isn't that why we are looking for clues?"

"When can you catch him?"

"I guarantee, within a month."

"A month?"

"A month!" Han Jingyang nodded heavily.

If he were a real police officer, he would absolutely not dare to say such a thing. It was clearly against regulations because once the murderer wasn't caught, how could he fulfill the promise? Failing to fulfill the promise would cause public dissatisfaction and damage the authority of the relevant departments among the masses.

Although not catching the murderer could indeed be attributed to the incompetence of the relevant departments, some cases were just like that. Hindered by technical means, environment, time, and the murderer's ability, the cases just couldn't be solved. There was no such thing as a 100% solve rate in this world. If there were, there would certainly be unjust, false, or wrong cases mixed in. That was reality.

Moreover, with metaphysics means involved, how could one solve the case? It couldn't be solved.

However, Han Jingyang was not a police officer. He didn't need so many procedures to solve a case, nor was he restricted by various red tape. He was also a master of metaphysics; when he solved a case, it would be fast! Very fast!

Han Jingyang took a deep breath, comforted Liu Zhiyuan, and led Shi Xiaoya to start wandering around the village. While wandering, he chatted with the old men and women in the village, incidentally telling them about the identity he had just invented.

A young antique dealer. An apprentice brought into the trade by Wang Zhiwei, who came here to travel and practice his skills. He also had Wang Zhiwei quietly spread the word that Han Jingyang was a wealthy second-generation rich kid, and learning the antique business was just to experience life.

So, in less than half an hour, the villagers knew about Han Jingyang's new identity and persona: a young, rich apprentice, Wang Zhiwei's student. In other words, he was gullible and rich. Such people were very popular in the village.

So much so that after strolling around the village for a while, he was surrounded by people carrying all sorts of junk. He also put on a show of appraising them and bargaining, deliberately buying a few pieces of junk that weren't even antiques for a few hundred yuan. Consequently, the village became even livelier.

However, it wasn't without gains. He actually found a quite good treasure among the pile of junk. Bought for 260 yuan, he appraised it. Hey, guess what? Grade Five. Dual skills. The attributes were also good.

As the saying goes: Hoeing the ground removes the weeds from the seedlings; who would have thought wealth would come looking for a man? One hoe brings out gold; this luck is quite good.