Lin Shuyue did not alert the enemy. She sent Lin Shuxing to Xiasha Village. Luo Zhengjun was busy, so she helped collect money. Lin Shuyue did not stay long, but went to the Public Security Bureau to find Wu Dongyan.
Wu Dongyan invited her to drink sweet soup at the sweet soup shop opposite the Public Security Bureau.
When Lin Shuyue arrived, Wu Dongyan had not come yet. She ordered a cup of caramel pudding, a plate of cold chicken feet and a plate of water chestnut cake.
Wu Dongyan came after the cold chicken feet were served. She came in, greeted the proprietress, and ordered a bowl of beef offal soup rice noodles and a cup of mango sago.
Sitting next to Lin Shuyue, she breathed a long sigh of relief.
"It's really busy as the New Year draws to a close." When it comes to preparing for the New Year, it is the busiest time for the police, and they are mainly busy catching thieves.
There are so many pickpockets nowadays. They gather in crowded places and you can easily spot one.
Hang Jiabai said that once the twelfth lunar month arrives, there will be more thieves and more burglaries. Sometimes the police station's detention rooms are insufficient.
Wu Dongyan had just returned from the bus station and hadn't had lunch yet. If she hadn't been extremely hungry, she wouldn't have asked Lin Shuyue to come here.
The water chestnut cake came up at this time, and Wu Dongyan couldn't wait to pick up a piece and eat it. After she had something in her stomach and was no longer so hungry, she asked Lin Shuyue.
"What do you want from me?"
Lin Shuyue also picked up a piece of water chestnut cake and ate it. "Is there any result in the caregiver case you told me about last time?"
"No." Wu Dongyan took a sip of the tea on the table. "We've conducted a series of surveys on the people Fan Damei has served. She's been in the industry for twenty years and has cared for countless elderly people, and quite a few have died during her time."
"But there are only these two people involved, so even though there are many doubts, and this case happened many years ago, a lot of evidence is gone. So we have no choice but to suspend the investigation."
Because the investigation into the case had been reopened, Wu Dongyan and her team went to see Fan Damei several times. Fan Damei directly complained to the Public Security Bureau, and Wu Dongyan's entire team was criticized.
Therefore, even if Wu Dongyan still felt there were doubts in this case, there was no way to continue investigating.
She sighed and felt that the cold chicken feet in her mouth no longer tasted good.
"There's no other way. Just follow orders."
Lin Shuyue said: "I sent my grandmother to the hot spring villa sanatorium today, and I met the Fan Damei you mentioned."
Wu Dongyan raised her head and looked at Lin Shuyue with sparkling eyes: "Do you also think there is something wrong with her?"
Lin Shuyue couldn't open her mouth to say yes, nor could she open her mouth to say no. If she said no, she already knew clearly that Fan Damei was a criminal.
It is said that Fan Damei behaved too normally, no different from other caregivers. The only difference was that she was well-known for her good care of the elderly and patients.
If Lin Shuyue did not have a system to distinguish between good and evil, she would not be able to see the true face of such a person.
Lin Shuyue said: "Or you can check whether there is any connection between those two elderly people who died strangely, or those elderly people who died without any abnormalities."
You have to know that Xing Yueya has a 30% sin value. In the case of Fan Damei and Xing Yueya, it is possible that this is a revenge killing that has been planned for many years.
Wu Dongyan sighed, "I've checked. The two deceased, Zhu Xianjun and Liu Xiaojuan, were from Xijiang District, and one moved from Yangcheng after the reforms. They had no connection."
Lin Shuyue nodded. Judging from this, there was indeed no intersection. "Then why don't you check their previous generation?"
Lin Shuyue asked Du Xueli. Fan Damei is 40 years old this year. She has been working as a nanny since she was in her twenties. When she got older, she became a dedicated caregiver.
Xing Yueya is sixty years old this year. Judging from their ages, if they had any grudges, it was probably in the 1950s or 1960s.
If they were to become enemies, it would probably be at that time.
Wu Dongyan was stunned: "I haven't thought about this direction yet."
When their team divided the case, some people speculated that it was a revenge killing, but there was a 20-year age gap between Fan Damei and the deceased Zhu Xianjun and Liu Xiaojuan, so the possibility of a revenge killing was too small.
But no matter how small it was, it was still a clue. They still checked the social relationship between Zhu Xianjun and Liu Xiaojuan. After confirming that the two had no intersection, they did not dig deeper into this line.
Wu Dongyan and her team's previous case inference was that Fan Damei was after the two elderly people's property. After all, after they died, all the money in their cards disappeared.
Wu Dongyan fell into deep thought. The waiter brought her the beef noodle soup she ordered. She pondered for a moment and said, "I'll look into this matter when I get back."
If the case series from ten years ago was considered a long time ago, then going back further would be even harder.
A long time ago means it's difficult to investigate. But there's no such thing as a perfect crime at this time. Lin Shuyue feels that Wu Dongyan's investigation might bring groundbreaking evidence to the case.
Lin Shuyue did not ask Wu Dongyan to investigate Fan Damei's ancestors. As a criminal police officer, Lin Shuyue believed in her sharpness.
Wu Dongyan ate a whole bowl of noodle soup, and there was nothing left of the desserts and snacks she ordered. When they left, Wu Dongyan paid the bill, and the two parted ways at the door of the dessert shop.
Lin Shuyue drove home. Lou Fengqin and the others were not at home. There was no one at home. The weather was sunny in the morning, but it turned gloomy in the afternoon. When Lin Shuyue took a shower and changed into home clothes, it was drizzling.
Lou Fengqin and Bai Wenhua came back from outside one after another, carrying the vegetables they had just bought.
"The weather changes so quickly. It was sunny in the morning and it started raining in the afternoon." Lou Fengqin complained to the two of them.
"It's quite cold after the rain." Lin Shuyue put on a thick coat.
"It's winter now, and the New Year is coming soon." Lou Fengqin said as she went to the kitchen. Bai Wenhua went to help her. This was a common occurrence in the family, and Lin Shuyue was used to it, so she didn't go in and be a third wheel for the two of them.
She curled up on the sofa, covered with a white blanket, and read a book intently.
It's still raining outside, a rare moment of peace and quiet.
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At the Public Security Bureau, Wu Dongyan drove to the home of the deceased Zhu Xianjun. His family came from Guangzhou in 1980. Twenty years was enough for the neighbors to know her background.
Zhu Xianjun's son opened a bun shop on the street, but it was closed today.
Wu Dongyan went to the convenience store across from the bun shop and bought a bottle of water. "Boss, why isn't the bun shop across the street open?"
"Buying his buns? You're late. Their buns are usually sold out by 2pm."
"They close after they sell out?"
"Yeah, they'll close it once they sell out. That storefront belongs to his family, as does the whole building. His family doesn't have to worry about food and drink, and opening a bun shop is just a hobby, so he's just being willful."
Wu Dongyan's eyes fell on the building where Zhu's bun shop was located. It had five floors and covered an area of about four or five hundred square meters. There was a piece of red paper pasted outside the bun shop, which said that there were rooms for rent.
According to the information Wu Dongyan has, the Zhu family owns two buildings like this, one owned by Zhu Xianjun's eldest son and the other owned by Zhu Xianjun's second son.
This was built after Zhu Xianjun died. Before his death, Zhu Xianjun lived in a two-story building he built himself. Zhu Xianjun's two sons did not live with him.
"If I had such a big building, I would just lie down and eat all day instead of working so hard to open a bun shop." Wu Dongyan's words were not an exclamation, she really felt rich.
If a room in a building costs tens of dollars, the rent alone would be several thousand or even tens of thousands a month.
With so much money, what can't you do?
The convenience store owner thought the same thing: "Who wouldn't? They're reborn into a wealthy family. You don't know, but it's said that the Zhu family has heirlooms. The two buildings owned by the Zhu brothers were built by selling the heirlooms."
This incident has become a legend in the local area, and the convenience store owner looked envious when he talked about it.
Wu Dongyan had never known that the Zhu family had an heirloom. Neither the files nor their repeated visits to the Zhu family home, nor their visits to the neighbors of Zhu Xianjun's former residence, had revealed this to the police.
"Does anyone still have heirlooms in this day and age?"
"How could there not be one? I heard that this old Zhu family worked in a cloth shop in Guangzhou before liberation, and was said to be a confidant of the big boss."
"After liberation, the owner of the cloth shop was investigated, and all the employees there were laid off."
"People say that their heirloom is from that cloth shop back then."
Wu Dongyan nodded, took the things she bought and left. She wrote the information in a notebook and then drove to Zhu Xiaojuan's home in another direction.
Liu Xiaojuan's home is near a newly built industrial zone. She is dead, but her husband is still alive. Compared with the Zhu family's house, her house is more luxurious.
The overall European-style architecture makes it look like a small Western-style building in Shanghai at the beginning of the last century. Flowers are planted in front of and behind the house, blooming beautifully.
Wu Dongyan followed the same method and found a convenience store closest to Liu Xiaojuan's home, pretending that she was looking for a job.
"Sister, from all the places I've seen today, that little white Western-style building over there is the most beautiful. Whose is it?"
"That building belongs to the Huang family." said the convenience store owner.
"It's really beautiful! This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful building." Wu Dongyan looked envious.
"That's right. Speaking of which, the old lady from the Huang family was also unlucky. When she was around, their family was just like that, neither rich nor poor."
"Not long after she left, the Huang family built this villa. There's a repair shop to the east of here. That repair shop is run by the Huang family's son."
Wu Dongyan nodded, she understood this clearly.
To be honest, whether it's the Huang family or the Zhu family, it's perfectly normal for them to have buildings and villas. Because Pengcheng is developing so rapidly, what used to be a shantytown might become a commercial street in a few years.
There are too many cases like this, not to mention that both the Zhu and Huang families have been demolished before.
"That's indeed not good." Wu Dongyan nodded in agreement.
"It's not bad. Aunt Huang San's father died when she was little. It is said that he died while working in Yangcheng while trying to protect his employer from a knife."
"Her mother raised her alone. My mother-in-law said that when she got married, she brought a lot of valuable things with her."
"It's just that Third Uncle is useless. I heard that he gambled away all the things he brought with him. There's nothing left."
The convenience store owner went out to do something busy. Wu Dongyan came out of the convenience store, looked at the particularly imposing small villa, then walked back one street to where she parked her car.
Sitting in the car, Wu Dongyan tapped the steering wheel with her fingers.
It's very interesting. Since Zhu Xianjun's son and Liu Xiaojuan's family are so rich now, why are they still obsessed with the wages in their salary cards?
As far as she knew, Zhu Xianjun and Liu Xiaojuan were just ordinary factory workers, and their retirement pay was only a few hundred yuan a month.
If we calculate more carefully, at that time, whether it was Zhu Xianjun's family or Liu Xiaojuan's family, their villages had already been included in the demolition range.
With so much demolition compensation, why do they still care about those few hundred yuan?