Quick Transmigration: What to Do When the Male Supporting Character You Saved Becomes Obsessed with

Chapter 366 Obedient and Clingy Younger Brother (77)

But halfway through his sentence, he realized something was amiss, pressed his hand to his forehead, and felt a surge of irritation.

"Shuhe, don't rush... Sometimes the more you rush, the less you can think of anything." Qin Wen placed his hand on his shoulder.

Chen Mingkang, standing to the side, followed Jin Shuhe's train of thought and continued to ponder.

"Yes... Only one victim in this case had a child; the rest of the women were either single or married but had not given birth."

“But this doesn’t constitute a commonality.” Lü Chun shook his head: “How can we investigate further with this explanation?”

"The killer showed no sexual preference towards these female victims."

A large proportion of female victims, especially female serial killers, are murdered for reasons related to sex.

In investigations of excessive killings, a significant portion of the cases also found that violence and sex were linked.

However, in the 127 case, the murderer did not have this inclination.

The investigation report also shows that the murderer simply killed the female victim.

Whether someone is married or has children, at the most basic level, is related to "sex," perhaps revealing some of the killer's hidden thoughts.

Many serial killers have psychological problems, and their reasons for killing are incredibly varied.

"Today I visited the husband of the victim in the first case. He revealed that it wasn't that the two of them didn't want to have children sooner, but that they just hadn't been able to conceive."

“Zheng Qingping and her husband are staunch advocates of remaining childless by choice. Both of them are teachers, and according to Mr. Wang, it's because their work is closely related to children.” The investigator, who visited Mr. Wang at the hospital, flipped through his notebook.

"They felt that their energy was limited and worried that if they had children, they would not be able to devote themselves fully to their own children or take care of their students wholeheartedly. So, from the beginning of their marriage, the two decided not to have children."

"What a great teacher..." Qi Silang exclaimed.

Jin Shuhe nodded.

In the cases they investigated, many victims had flaws or faults to varying degrees, but when investigating this couple, they found that... they seemed to be purely good people.

Even a very idealistic and good person.

Teaching is a very demanding profession. Using a candle as a metaphor for teachers, the saying "the candle burns until it is ash" is very true.

It's truly not easy to dedicate one's entire life to this job and maintain a lifetime of passion for it.

Today wasn't entirely fruitless, but we still haven't found any clues to solve the case.

Wu Qidong checked the time and told them to go and rest separately.

He stood in the office with his thermos in hand, and for some reason, he suddenly felt like he had returned to those days.

The conditions at the municipal bureau back then weren't as good as they are now. The offices were crowded, and the forensic reports were slow to come out. Around the time of the Lunar New Year, when it was freezing cold, people would get so cold in the offices that they would have runny noses.

That's how they were at the time... with no leads in their investigation.

"Why are you back again?"

Wu Qidong turned around and saw Jin Shuhe walk back into the office.

Jin Shuhe hadn't expected to run into Wu Qidong either. She pursed her lips and said, "I... I couldn't sleep in the lounge either, so I came here to look at the files again."

"You've practically memorized all the case files by now, haven't you?"

Wu Qidong waved, signaling him to do what he was supposed to do.

“No…” Jin Shuhe turned on the desk lamp.

"Don't put so much pressure on yourself. This case has dragged on for so many years, and we haven't made any progress. If anyone should be held responsible, it's me and Lao Xie." Wu Qidong didn't know how to comfort him.

In just a few days, Wu Qidong could clearly feel that the child's complexion had deteriorated.

"Uncle Wu."

Jin Shuhe paused for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"what happened?"

At work, this kid usually calls himself the deputy team leader, so Wu Qidong was taken aback when he suddenly used this title.

"You tell me, why am I at the crime scene?"

Wu Qidong did not understand what he was saying.

"What do you mean?"

Jin Shuhe unconsciously twirled his pen: "I can't remember the exact time of what happened back then, because at that time, I was no longer able to properly perceive the length of time." He said truthfully.

Just like the time he spent under the bed... Jin Shuhe still doesn't know how long it was, because every second felt like an eternity. He even felt like he had been lying under the bed for several hours.

"That's normal. At your age, back then..."

"Uncle Wu, what I mean is, how long exactly did the murderer stay in the house? And why did I run into him?"

Jin Shuhe looked at the small notebook he always carried with him. In the past two days, whenever he had time, he would force himself to recall the events of that time from every detail.

“Except for the case with my mother, every time, the murderer would scout out the location to make sure no one would disturb them. This wasn’t just done by the victim; most of the time, they even considered the neighbors…”

"With such a meticulous plan, no victims appeared. Moreover, the places he chose were all old residential areas with inadequate surveillance information. Why did I, a 'witness,' end up?"

Jin Shuhe asked softly, "Does he return to the crime scene for every case, or only that one time? What was his purpose in going back...? Did he realize he had left behind some clues?"

Wu Qidong wanted to say something, but Jin Shuhe interrupted him. Under the incandescent light, his face was extremely pale.

"Uncle Wu, do you think he really didn't know I was in the house back then?"

Having witnessed countless bloody and cruel cases over the years, Wu Qidong suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end during Jin Shuhe's questioning.

It was too eerie; they sensed something was off when they arrived at the scene that day.

That feeling resurfaced after hearing Jin Shuhe's words...

He frowned: "Why do you ask that? Have you remembered something?"

Jin Shuhe shook his head.

"I don't know, I don't know what happened at the time...that's why I have this question. When I entered the house that day, I saw my mother's...body. I'm sure I ran to my mother's side to look at her." Jin Shuhe said calmly.

"Then I heard a sound, and I ran into the house in a panic and crawled under the bed."

Jin Shuhe unconsciously squeezed the notebook so hard that he didn't even realize it: "Uncle Wu, I don't remember if I stepped on Mom's blood, and I'm not sure if the sheets were flat or if I pulled the mattress askew after I crawled under it..."

"Hoo—" Wu Qidong let out a long breath as he spoke.

"The traces at the scene were completely destroyed back then, so they are not of any reference value."

Jin Shuhe nodded, understanding his meaning. Even now, Jin Shuhe's question still had no answer.

But Wu Qidong couldn't help but think that Jin Shuhe was right; he was so young at the time and in a state of panic.

To expect such a young child to make absolutely no mistakes when facing mortal danger, and to be able to deceive the eyes of a ruthless murderer...

But if he notices it.

But they didn't do anything to the child under the bed...

There was absolutely no sense of compassion; on the contrary, it was even more chilling.

"If the murderer had known I was under the bed back then..." Jin Shuhe closed his eyes, his hand loosely clenched into a fist and pressed against his forehead, as if trying to gain leverage.

"Did he deliberately drag my mother's body onto the bed? Did he do it on purpose for me, knowing I could feel it... Did he use my mother's body to weigh down the bed so I couldn't escape?"

Jin Shuhe took a deep breath, his eyes red from exhaustion and turbulent emotions: "So in these six cases, only my mother's case showed signs of the murderer moving the body."

There were sounds of people moving around in the office downstairs, and the sound of cars could be heard on the street outside the window.

But the Major Crimes Unit office was very quiet, inexplicably quiet.

“I’ve been thinking about this for many years…” Jin Shuhe said in a low voice.

However, he never told anyone else, keeping it tightly to himself, and was awakened by fear countless times.

"Tomorrow, Qin Wen and the others will visit Zhang Chunxia and Zhao Lizhu, who were among the first to arrive at the scene, as well as those who were contacted and whose statements were taken at the time. Let's hear what they have to say." Wu Qidong didn't know how to answer.

Jin Shuhe's situation can be considered to have reached the level of psychological trauma.

He was strong back then, and he will only be stronger now than he was when he was a child.

“Okay.” Jin Shuhe nodded.

“Your direction makes sense. If we can find witnesses… we might discover clues that we missed back then.”

The house I rented back then has now been completely demolished. Apart from the photos left at the scene and the statements of people who saw the crime scene, no new evidence can be obtained.

"Don't bother tonight, go and get some rest! Do whatever you need to do tomorrow! Don't come to your work station!" Wu Qidong walked over, forcefully took the things from his hands, and then turned off the desk lamp.

"I……"

"Even if you can't sleep, go lie down! Hurry up, I'm turning off the main light!"

Jin Shuhe was pulled back to the lounge by him.

"Hmm—I'm back..." Qi Silang, who was next to them, glanced at them groggily, turned over, and fell asleep again.

Jin Shuhe didn't know when she fell asleep. Perhaps because she had spoken her mind, she slept very soundly that night.

When he opened his eyes, the lounge was empty.

When I entered the office, I smelled the aroma of steamed buns.

Everyone has had breakfast.

"Hey! Alright, I didn't have the heart to wake you up because you were sleeping so soundly!" Qin Wen handed him a bag of soy milk.

Then she whispered to him, "What you told the deputy captain, he told me this morning. I'll ask him more about it when I go on my visits later."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Wen."

"Don't mention it, it's just part of our job! I should praise you for being so thoughtful!"

She's incredibly meticulous and also very bold.

This morning, just as dawn was breaking, Qin Wen listened to Wu Qidong's story and broke out in a cold sweat.

Just hearing it sends chills down your spine.

He wasn't involved in the case back then; he joined the Major Crimes Unit a few years later. But because it was an unsolved cold case, he had heard about it and read the case files after joining the unit.

However, some specific details were only learned after the incident occurred.

"This is the first time I've heard this either," Wu Qidong said, smoking in the emergency exit.

The two remained silent.

"What he said makes sense. We should ask him properly."

"Oh, I see."

Jin Shuhe and Lü Chun went to Pucheng No. 2 Middle School today.

I had only been at school for a short while when I received a call from Lu Liruan.

"Xiao He, are you busy?"

"What's wrong, Sister Li Ruan?" Jin Shuhe had just called Lu Li Ruan that morning.

"Aunt Xia just called me and said that the police came to her door to question her. She asked me to ask you if there was anything wrong..." Lu Liruan carefully chose her words.

“I know about this. It was my colleague, Sister Li Ruan, who went. You can tell Aunt Xia to just answer whatever they ask truthfully.”

"Okay, you're working, right? I won't bother you anymore..."

"Sister Li Ruan!"

"what happened?"

"It's nothing... I just miss you." Jin Shuhe lowered his voice, and Lü Chun in front of him still heard him, but did not turn around.

She felt that Jin Shuhe could only act like someone his age in front of Xiao Lu.

Xiao Lu seemed to be his pillar of support; he clung to him tightly, as if he wanted to hang on to him.

The Second Middle School is still on winter break, and only the security guard at the gate came early today to open the gate for them.

After waiting for a while, I saw a middle-aged woman wearing glasses rushing over.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I just rushed over from home."

"Hello, are you Director Hao?"

Lü Chun shook hands with her.

"Yes, yes, you're here today to learn about Professor Zheng Qingping, right?" Director Hao led them into the teaching building.

The archives were on the top floor. Pucheng No. 2 Middle School didn't have an elevator, so several people climbed seven floors.

"Teacher Zheng Qingping is a veteran teacher at our school, and all the teachers at our school are shocked and saddened."

Director Hao opened the door to the archives room while speaking in an official tone.

Inside were rows of shelves, and there was a musty smell.

"I'm sorry, because the archives of recent years have all been entered into the computer and become electronic versions, some of the archives of older teachers from many years ago are placed here."

"Could you please look for it for us?" Lü Chun nodded.

Director Hao searched through several cabinets and then pulled out a few food file folders.

“These should be Professor Zheng Qingping’s early files,” she said, handing them over.

Jin Shuhe opened it.

It contains archives from very early years, with a one-inch photo still pasted on them, showing Mr. Zheng Qingping's face. He was very young back then.

Jin Shuhe glanced at it; Zheng Qingping was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old at that time.

"Did Teacher Zheng come to work at No. 2 Middle School right after graduation?" Lü Chun calculated her age.

"Yes, I hadn't started working here yet back then, and Teacher Zheng was considered my senior." Director Hao indirectly indicated that she didn't know everything about what happened before.

"Why are the teaching records for these past few years blank?" Jin Shuhe frowned and gave a year.