I'm not a genius detective

Chapter 91 Did you send the text message?
The fight was related to the Wei family.

The man who assaulted the person was named Wei Henian, and he was 48 years old.

This person was not someone he had visited; he was relatively unfamiliar with him.

“When men have money, all sorts of messy things happen,” Tong Feng said after reading the mediation agreement.

Based on ten days of visits and investigations, they learned that the entire Wei family was very wealthy, with no one exempt. They had ensured that everyone in the family benefited, and that even their relatives and friends rose to prominence.

This is why Wei Shoushan enjoys extremely high prestige in the Wei family and Weijiazhuang Village, and no one dares to disobey him.

Talking about other things is useless; real money is the most important thing.

Han Ling considered the possibility that this matter was related to Cao Kexuan, and ultimately concluded that the probability was almost zero.

The men in the Wei family were having affairs with married women in town; it's impossible for them to have any connection with Cao Kexuan. They're completely unrelated.

After thanking the police station, the two drove to Weijiazhuang Village.

Weijiazhuang Village remains the focus of the investigation in this case; if there are any problems, they should lie within the village.

This is very strange.

Cao Kexuan usually spends most of his time at Qingchang University, only returning occasionally on weekends and holidays. How could he have died?

Assuming it was murder.

Who did it, and what was their motive? It happened so suddenly, without any reason or warning.

The vehicle stopped at the village entrance, and Han Ling and Tong Feng entered the village. The villagers they encountered along the way were clearly avoiding them, as if they were afraid of being found, and they quickened their pace to leave.

The criminal investigation team has been investigating for ten days.

Ten days is not a short time for a peaceful village. Anyone would be annoyed by repeated questioning, and it's understandable that they would feel annoyed.

The lack of cooperation from the public is one of the obstacles that criminal police often encounter when investigating cases, and they need to get used to it.

Han Ling arrived at Cao Kexuan's house.

All traces of the funeral have been removed; there are no wreaths or white banners, and apart from the mourning hall in the living room, everything seems to have returned to normal.

Cao Kexuan's parents were numb to the police coming to their door; they couldn't stop it anyway, so they could only accept it.

"Excuse me... police officer, have you found anything? Was my son murdered?"

Before Han Ling could speak, Cao's father took the initiative to speak, his tone thirty percent questioning and the remaining seventy percent mocking.

Han Ling told the truth: "We haven't found any suspicious points yet."

For the past ten days, all the villagers have been very cooperative, and Cao Kexuan's parents have also been very cooperative. At least in terms of attitude, no one seems to have a problem.

"Ah."

Cao's father took out a cigarette and started smoking it himself, without offering one to anyone else.

Han Ling didn't mind the other party's indifference and said, "I want to know if Cao Kexuan has done anything abnormal in the past month, such as doing anything unusual or saying anything unusual."

Cao's father glanced at him: "If I remember correctly, you've asked this question twice already. Is it that our answer was inaccurate, or is your memory just too bad?"

Han Ling was very patient: "Mr. Cao, memory has the characteristics of preparedness and accuracy. Today's memory is definitely different from yesterday's, which is why it is necessary to ask multiple times."

Each new memory has the potential to lead to a breakthrough in the case.

Let's put it bluntly, we police officers have no relation to Cao Kexuan. What does his death have to do with us? Are we just going to drive back and forth for hours every day, simply to be responsible for him?

These words had some effect. Cao's father seemed to be touched, and his expression softened slightly: "I... can't remember. Everything was normal. Every time Xuanxuan came back, he just played, visited other people's homes, and went fishing. I didn't notice anything unusual."

Han Ling: "Daily trivial matters are also acceptable, as they are the easiest to forget, such as Cao Kexuan's emotions and physical condition."

Cao's father sat there smoking, not saying a word, probably lost in thought.

Han Ling was in no hurry and waited quietly.

After a long while, Cao's mother suddenly came out of the room and said, "Officer, you just mentioned emotions and physical health, and I just remembered something."

Mr. Cao looked up, and Han Ling also looked at Mrs. Cao who was walking over. The latter casually found a place to sit down and continued, "It's been... almost a month, it was the week before Xuanxuan passed away, Saturday or Sunday, I forgot, he was fishing. He came home once in between, his clothes were wet."

Han Ling: "What do you mean by 'going home once'?"

Cao's mother said, "He came back empty-handed without any fishing gear. He said he was changing clothes and accidentally fell into the water. It was cold at night."

Han Ling: "Completely soaked?"

Cao's mother: "No, my pants were just wet. When I fell in, I held onto the bank with my hands."

Han Ling: "And then? How were your emotions?"

Cao's mother: "She was very unhappy. How could she be happy after falling into the water? She put on her pants and left with a dark face."

Han Ling: "What time did he come back from fishing that night?"

Cao's mother: "I don't know. His father and I went to bed a long time ago, maybe at midnight, or maybe at two or three in the morning. If the fishing is good, he can fish until dawn. He's really addicted to it."

After that incident, I didn't want him to go fishing anymore, but he wouldn't listen, sigh..."

At this point, Cao's mother's lips drooped downwards, and she looked like she was about to cry again.

Perhaps I've cried all my tears out during this period, and in the end, my eyes were just red.

The two sat at Cao's house for more than half an hour, asked almost all the questions, then said goodbye and left, saying they might come back again.

Wandering aimlessly through the village, Han Ling took out a cigarette and lit it, sensing the difficulty of the case.

Very strange.

There's clearly a problem, but we just can't find anything.

Could it be that Cao Kexuan really jumped into the lake late at night to chase after a fishing rod and accidentally drowned?

This possibility certainly exists, and the probability is not small, but the numerous doubts make it difficult for Han Ling to accept the fact of her accidental death.

Tong Feng, standing to the side, looked completely relaxed. Captain Ji had given him a month, and it hadn't even been a day yet; there were still more than twenty-nine days left. What was the rush? He was already prepared to let the case remain dormant as a cold case with the cause of death unknown.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the end of the village. Ahead lay Iron Pearl Mountain, the territory of the Cao and Wei families, a veritable money tree.

You can already hear sheep bleating and roosters crowing.

Occasionally, villagers would pass by, but Han Ling and Tong Feng wouldn't speak, so they ignored them, pretending not to hear them, each busy with their own things.

Han Ling stared at Tiezhu Mountain in front of him for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

"With its location nestled between mountains and water, Weijiazhuang Village is truly a prime location, capable of developing tourism."

After saying that, Han Ling turned around.

"Alright, stop hiding. We've been following you all this way. Come out."

Upon hearing this, Tong Feng, who was engrossed in admiring the scenery, suddenly turned around.

Someone following?

Wei Tianyong appeared from behind the village house wall, looking embarrassed, and came to Han Ling.

"I didn't follow anyone, I was just wandering around. I was just lazing around at home anyway, and I got tired of playing games," Wei Tianyong explained.

Han Ling remained noncommittal: "You're in your twenties, and you haven't prepared for work? You just play games all day?"

Wei Tianyong: "What is the purpose of work?"

Han Ling was annoyed: "You're asking me again. You say you work for money, but you have money so you don't need to work. Is that what you're trying to say? I'll say it for you."

"Can you please stop talking about money all the time? I know your family is rich, but what's the point of showing off to me? Do you feel superior?"

Wei Tianyong scratched his head: "I think money is quite important. Isn't everyone working hard for money? Aren't you guys doing the same?"

“Hey, that’s too absolute,” Tong Feng said. “Many police officers are not short of money, but they still work hard to investigate every case and bring justice to the victims. Is it for money?”

He was talking about himself.

It's uncertain whether the Wei family or the Tong family is richer, but both are certainly well-off and have enough money to spend.

Wei Tianyong grinned but didn't respond.

"Why are you following us?" Han Ling asked, focusing on the key point.

It's impossible that they were just wandering around aimlessly. From the Wei family's house to the foot of the mountain, the other party had been following them the whole time, and their purpose was obvious.

Wei Tianyong admitted: "I was just curious, to see how you guys investigate cases, and whether you can turn an accident into a murder."

"Seriously...why are there only two people today? A few days ago there were always ten or twenty!"

Han Ling did not answer: "Just curious?"

Wei Tianyong: "Otherwise what?"

Han Ling was already impressed; he was a typical questioning type of person who felt uncomfortable if he didn't ask a question.

"Did you send that text message?" he suddenly asked.

"Huh?" The sudden question caught Wei Tianyong off guard. "You mean that text message you sent to Zhu Yuntang? Holy crap! What does that have to do with me? Do you think I'm bored? I have no grudge against Kexuan!"

Han Ling smiled and said, "We have no grudges, but we get along well. Looking at the entire Weijiazhuang Village, Cao Kexuan is closest to you, except for his parents."

After visiting the village, not a single villager mentioned any conflict between Cao Kexuan and Wei Tianyong. On the contrary, the two were as close as brothers, which was quite rare.

Han Ling had been thinking about this question for the past few days. Assuming Cao Kexuan died from homicide, could the purpose of the person who sent the text message be to get Zhu Yuntang to call the police?

Once the police arrive and discover that Cao Kexuan died in an accident, the criminal investigation team will definitely intervene.

Who would do this?
It is very likely that it is Wei Tianyong, who is like a brother to him.

Wei Tianyong knew that there was something wrong with Cao Kexuan's death, but he was afraid to say it because of certain things, so he chose a very subtle way.

Of course, this is just Han Ling's guess, but it is logically reasonable.

As for why the villagers were rude and even swore when the police first came to the village, the explanation is simple: it was all for show.

If I take the lead in confronting the police, then naturally no one will suspect that I brought the police there.

If that's the case, then Wei Tianyong in front of us is not just a rich second-generation who's just wasting his life; he's very smart and very cautious.

"Why would someone who's close to you send a text message to scare Zhu Yuntang? You...you...don't wrong me! I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm leaving!"

Wei Tianyong made a hasty escape.

Han Ling's eyes flickered as he watched Wei Tianyong flee in disarray.

Was the stalking intentional?

There were significantly fewer police officers today, which I guessed was because they were preparing to leave due to a lack of leads. That's why I deliberately followed you so you would notice me. If you're smart, you'll become suspicious.

Does Wei Tianyong possess such a sharp mind?

"The Wei family."

Han Ling looked back at Tiezhu Mountain. In the investigation of a murder case, it is the most difficult to make something out of nothing. There must always be some clues to make inferences.

He felt it was just a tiny bit short.

If even the slightest new clue is found, the case could jump from zero to 100% in a short period of time.

"Fengzi, shall we go to Qingchang University tomorrow?"

Tong Feng: "Sure, whatever you say. We'll go wherever you want. You can do whatever you want with the month's time."

Compared to Weijiazhuang Village, the investigation into Qingchang University was indeed relatively superficial.

(End of this chapter)