"Is it really him?"
Wang Ren had seen the cheerful Duan Shan a few times. This Duan Shan had a good appearance and was very likable. Because of this, Wang Ren was a bit anxious, urging Wang Zeyu, who was drinking tea, and almost snatched Wang Zeyu's bowl.
"If only it were him."
Zhang Si spread his eyebrows: "Why wouldn't it be him?"
"These twelve cases are called serial murders because their right hands were severed at the wrist, and Duan Shan doesn't know where these hands went?"
"That's strange, why would he confess?"
"Who knows? He said it convincingly."
Wang Ren thought for a moment and asked Wang Zeyu how Duan Shan described his murders.
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The cause was Duan Dongyang!
Duan Shan opened a psychological clinic, and unexpectedly, this psychological clinic was really profitable. Thus, Duan Shan summoned his son, Duan Dongyang, who was studying in America. Duan Dongyang studied psychology and learned from a Nobel laureate. This had always been Duan Shan's pride, and even his private psychological clinic was named after his son.
Once the psychological clinic was on the right track, Duan Shan naturally thought of his son. He was over fifty years old, and in this prosperous era, leaving a bright future for his son was his dream.
From childhood, Duan Dongyang had been a sensible child. He lost his mother at a young age but possessed a self-discipline that peers found difficult to achieve. He was admitted to Tsinghua University for college and soon had the opportunity to study abroad. After graduation, Duan Dongyang did not return from abroad but stayed by the side of his legendary mentor.
Originally, Duan Shan thought it would be very difficult to call Duan Dongyang back, but he never expected that Duan Dongyang would not refuse and obediently returned to China. Two months after Duan Dongyang's return, Duan Shan handed over the position of chief physician of the clinic to Duan Dongyang.
Following in his father's footsteps, there was nothing wrong with that? But didn't Duan Shan have a young wife who was only a few years older than Duan Dongyang?
Zhuang Jing disagreed with Duan Shan handing over the psychological clinic to Duan Dongyang at this time. She had married Duan Shan, and after only a few days of good living, she had to give it away. She disagreed, leading to a cold war with Duan Shan.
Yesterday, Duan Shan bought flowers from a flower shop and went home to find Zhuang Jing.
Zhuang Jing was a housewife who was idle. She married Duan Shan, who was more than ten years her senior, for this leisure. Hearing the knock on the door, she opened it and saw Duan Shan's face only after seeing the flowers.
Duan Shan was good at romance, and Zhuang Jing was used to it. She took the flowers and walked towards the vase at home.
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Zhuang Jing was tall and slender like a model, and she was wearing a silk pajama, her curves alluring. In the past, Zhuang Jing relied on this youthful figure to captivate Duan Shan.
But this time, this half-veiled state ignited Duan Shan's rage. He took out the shoelace he had prepared and tightly strangled Zhuang Jing's neck.
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Wang Ren frowned and asked in confusion after listening to Wang Zeyu's entire account, "It sounds like the young wife cheated first, which led to Duan Shan's murderous intent."
Hearing Wang Ren's analysis, Wang Zeyu also gave Wang Ren a thumbs-up, "Big sister, you're amazing. Duan Shan's motive was suspecting Zhuang Jing of cheating."
"Suspected? No evidence?"
"No!"
Wang Ren remained silent. Zhang Si smiled and said, "Since Zhuang Jing was born with such charm, there are naturally many men who like her. If there are suspects, just investigate, and perhaps you can find out Duan Shan's motive."
Wang Zeyu sighed, "Brother Zhang, if only it were as you say. Duan Shan can't even name a suspect. Moreover, I feel that although he is a psychologist, his mental state is also problematic. Perhaps he is so heartbroken because his beautiful wife is dead that he wants us to catch him and execute him."
Zhang Si sighed, "If it were as you say, wouldn't hanging himself be better? Moreover, his beloved woman is dead, and he must hate the killer to death. How could he take the blame for the killer?"
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Wang Ren listened to her senior brother's words, and the image of Duan Dongyang appeared in her mind. He was clean, wore glasses, and was about Zhuang Jing's age. Since Duan Shan chose to kill Zhuang Jing, it must be that Zhuang Jing had done something unforgivable.
Cheating?
What if the man Zhuang Jing cheated with was Duan Dongyang?
Then everything could be explained. Duan Dongyang must be the suspect Duan Shan was unwilling to mention.
"Investigate Duan Dongyang?"
Wang Ren suddenly said to Wang Zeyu, which also reminded Wang Zeyu. Wang Zeyu slapped his forehead, "How did I not think of that? Thank you so much, sister!"
"You're welcome!"
"My treat for this tea."
Wang Ren smiled and said, "A cup of tea is nothing."
"No, this is my gesture of appreciation. Meeting your family of extraordinary people is a blessing from my past life."
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"Wang Zeyu, what are you planning to do?"
"Regardless of the serial murder case for now, let's first prove whether Zhuang Jing was killed by Duan Shan."
Wang Zeyu's statement was exactly what Wang Ren had in mind. Wang Ren didn't say much more. After finishing the pot of tea, she let Zeyu go to handle the case.
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Unable to see patients, Zhang Si was eager to return to serve old Mr. Wende, but was stopped by Wang Ren. Wang Ren took Zhang Si to a tailor shop and had a Zhongshan suit made for him with good quality fabric.
"Junior sister, don't waste money. I have plenty of clothes."
"Plenty? What era is this? Your old clothes are mended and patched, patched and mended again. Let's make a few more and throw them all away when we get home."
"Don't... don't..."
"Don't what, listen to me."
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Outside, Zhang Si was eloquent and full of wisdom. When he returned home, he immediately became obedient like an old servant. Wang Ren kept her word and went to the main house, pulled out a small leather case from under the couch, and was about to throw away Zhang Si's clothes.
Zhang Si quickly stopped her, and the two of them pushed and shoved!
At this moment, old Mr. Wende, who had finished his afternoon tea, came from the south room leaning on his cane, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"
"Senior brother, his clothes are old, I'm going to buy him two new ones."
"It's not a festival, why buy new clothes?" Old Mr. Wende said with some displeasure.
Zhang Si quickly explained, "It's not junior sister's fault, it's me..."
Seeing this, Zhang Si wanted to take the blame, but Wang Ren interrupted him and said to old Mr. Wende, "I'll buy you two sets as well."
Old Mr. Wende stroked his beard and smiled, "Do you remember the sizes?"
"Don't worry, I have them all in mind."
Wang Ren said this, and old Mr. Wende smiled even more happily, "I didn't dote on you, a little girl, for nothing. You're becoming more and more filial. By the way, Lao Si, didn't you go to see a doctor? Why do you have time to look at clothes?"
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Hearing old Mr. Wende's question, Zhang Si dared not hide anything and recounted what happened today like a parrot. Old Mr. Wende listened carefully and frowned in thought.
This made Wang Ren also feel unsure, and she tentatively asked, "Master, I didn't analyze it incorrectly, did I?"
"Very good. You are not only becoming more filial but also smarter."
"Thank you, Master. I'll buy you another set of clothes."
"Really, let me take a closer look, this girl is getting more and more beautiful. The cloth shoes I bought last year are slanted, why don't you buy me a pair."
Wang Ren knew she had been tricked, and shook her head, "You can't do that. I still have two children to raise!"
Old Mr. Wende chuckled, and Zhang Si also laughed. The family was harmonious. After laughing, old Mr. Wende suddenly asked, "Girl, how many years have you been studying with me?"
"More than ten years."
"And you? Lao Si."
"I followed Master when I was twenty. Counting the years, it's been about thirty-eight years."
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Hearing thirty-eight years, old Mr. Wende's expression became a little dazed, "So I've lived so many years of peaceful days. Seventy-three, eighty-four, the fortune teller said I wouldn't live past eighty-four. These good days are coming to an end."
Wang Ren disdained this, pouting her lips, "If you don't do fortune-telling for the fortune teller, that's the fortune teller's good luck. Which fortune teller would dare to tell your fortune?"
Old Mr. Wende was not joking this time but became serious, "I have taught you all I know in my life, and it's time to test you. This 'man-eating goblin' has been in Beijing for some years. Let's use this case as a test."
"As you command."
"Lao Si, you and the girl will be my pawns. I will write two brocade pouches in the study drawer. Take them and do as instructed. That's all. Lao Si, prepare dinner. I have an upset stomach, let's eat something light."
"Alright, Master."
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The sun hung on the treetops. Old Mr. Wende was resting in the study, and Zhang Si had gone to the south gate room to prepare dinner. Cao Shi, Li Jiu, and Gao Xiaojuan were arguing noisily in the west wing. Zhu Guang sat quietly in the corner, reading his favorite fashion magazine.
Only Wang Ren was a bit dazed. She looked at the note in the brocade pouch, which read: "Rescue your eldest brother Zhang Si."
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Wang Ren couldn't figure out the word, so she went to ask Zhang Si, who was cooking. Zhang Si seemed troubled, "Since it's a test from Master to you and me, Master naturally has his reasons. Your brocade pouch..."
Before Zhang Si could finish speaking, Wang Ren, with her quick hands, took the brocade pouch directly from her elder brother's pocket.
The note in the brocade pouch read: The owner of the eleventh hand of the 'man-eating goblin' is your friend. You killed him. Tomorrow after noon, go to the criminal investigation team and surrender.
Wang Ren looked at the note with displeasure, "Master has become senile. It's okay to test me with a case, but don't mix it up with a real case. This is obstructing judicial justice!"
Zhang Si smiled, "I don't understand what judicial justice is, but think about it, when did Master ask us questions after we returned, and when did he write the brocade pouches?"
Zhang Si's words reminded Wang Ren, "That's right. Master gave us the brocade pouches after we told him about the day's events. When did he write them? Did he know something had happened to Duan Shan when we went to his house?"
Hearing Wang Ren's analysis, Zhang Si immediately corrected her, "Master's supernatural abilities are beyond our understanding. Let's just say, this brocade pouch was written when the peach blossoms bloomed."
"The peach blossoms are almost withered now. This old man has become a spirit!"