Reborn in 1995, Criminal Investigation Records

"So, Deng Fangfang ended up with Zhu Guolong like this?" After hearing this, Wang Chao and Zhou Yang guessed the general ending.

"This is basically consistent with the results of our investigation. Zhu Guolong, who was 45 years old at the time, and Deng Fangfang, who was 40 years old, were both remarried. Zhu Guolong had a daughter with his ex-wife, while Deng Fangfang's son lived with her ex-husband. The two did not have any more children after their marriage. Neighbors said that Deng Fangfang had been beaten too much when she was young..."

The room was filled with rough men, so Fang Duo spoke a little more subtly.

Deng Fangfang?

When Zhou Yang asked Zhu Guolong about it in the morning, the other party said that he had a problem with his work!

Who is lying?

"Is there anything else?" Wang Chao asked. "I have a feeling there's something else going on. These two don't seem to have any deep-seated hatred for each other, so why are they acting like they're mortal enemies?"

"The other party only admitted to recently knowing that Deng Fangfang added ingredients to his food, and these were all trivial matters from daily life!" Liu Chengyu concluded.

"His alibi is the same as the one Zhou Yang and the other brought back. This is what we need to verify next. In addition, we also need to carefully screen Deng Fangfang's connections. Most importantly, the investigation and visits cannot stop."

Zhou Yang, Xiao Jiale, Fang Duo, the three of you rest first, we'll take turns later!

In the end, Liu Chengyu even arranged a duty roster.

In theory, criminal police officers also have working hours, but that's during normal times. Once a murder case occurs, this regulation becomes meaningless.

Especially after the task force was established, the case became tied to a few people, and the task force members were responsible for the case throughout the entire process.

Many people often see the phrase on TV or in novels: "Give us the manpower, give us the policies, but you must guarantee that the case will be solved within xx hours."

Many people have even heard that the first 72 hours after a crime is the golden time to solve it. This doesn't mean that the first 72 hours are easy to solve, but rather that most cases remain unsolved after 72 hours.

Zhou Yang nodded, stretched his shoulders, and stood up. It was his shift yesterday, so this arrangement was reasonable.

Fang Duo grabbed the clothes hanging on the hanger and tossed them to Zhou Yang, but just then she heard a voice: "Liu Da, I think now is the golden opportunity to solve the case. Unless it's something important, don't leave your posts. I personally request to work overtime!"

Seeing the conflict on Duo Duo's face, Zhou Yang bit his lip and said, "How about..."

Liu Chengyu waved his hand: "Hurry up and go, go back and clear your head. Solving cases requires evidence and a logical approach. Cases are solved, not just endured. If you're not clear-headed, you won't solve a single case!"

Before Liu Chengyu could finish speaking, Zhou Yang had already stepped out the door. His master was still his master, with the same personality.

The evidence at the scene has been collected, the suspect is in the police station, and they are not afraid of the surveillance cameras being covered up—because there are no surveillance cameras.

The eyewitness accounts and testimonies are being processed and verified normally, so this is the time to wait; there's no need to force yourself to endure it.

Zhou Yang went to the bureau's registration room and retrieved the verification list that Zhu Guolong had temporarily stored.

Inside the box was a large black brick, a symbol of wealth in the 90s: the "Big Brother" mobile phone.

Three characteristics:

It weighs at least a pound, hence the name "big brick".

The battery life is short, with talk time lasting only about 30 minutes, less than an hour.

Expensive! Just the phone alone, not including network access fees and call charges, costs 2.3 yuan, and call charges can reach nearly 1 yuan per minute.

It's worth noting that Zhou Yang's current salary is only a little over 400 yuan a month, which translates to about ten minutes of work.

Besides the mobile phone, there was only a set of keys, a personal seal, and a little over two hundred yuan; nothing else.

Since Zhu Guolong didn't carry it with him and it wasn't found at his residence, it's highly likely that the suicide note doesn't exist.

After handing the list to the other party, Zhou Yang went to the corner of the yard, pushed out his 28-inch motorcycle, patted the seat twice with a "plop plop" sound, and then pressed down hard on the front and rear tires, which seemed to be in good condition.

He first pushed off with his feet twice, then swung his right leg and straddled the bicycle. At first, the handlebars shook violently for a couple of moments, but he quickly straightened them.

Although I haven't ridden for so many years, the instincts ingrained in my bones have been rekindled.

In 95, Ning'an did not have the concept of a branch bureau; there was only the Ning'an Municipal Bureau, which could also be called the Ning'an County Bureau. Below that, there were local police stations.

Xiangjiang Street is not far from the Municipal Bureau. It takes less than 10 minutes by bus and nearly 20 minutes by bicycle.

This morning at the bureau, I was so focused on the case that I didn't feel anything. But now that I'm on my bicycle and following the slightly hazy memories in my mind, I'm starting to feel a bit apprehensive about returning home.

In his past life, as the only son in his family, his parents never stopped smiling after he entered the Municipal Bureau. However, after a series of events, the elderly couple were filled with worry but dared not mention it, for fear that they would be under too much pressure.

Later, I moved the elderly couple to a place near the provincial government building, but not long after, they both came back, saying they couldn't get used to living there.

Zhou Yang knew that they were worried about the rent. After all, he had a dormitory to live in. Even in those days, he couldn't afford to buy a house, and he wouldn't have been eligible for a housing allocation.

Later, his parents didn't give him a chance to be filial, and he finally understood what it meant to want to care for one's parents but they were no longer there.

"Yangyang, what are you standing here for? You didn't bring your keys again?" Zhou Yang heard a familiar voice as he pushed the car into the entrance of the apartment building. The voice was so close, so very close.

Cen Yingyue, that's her mother's name.

Zhou Yang, with his back to her, trembled and quickly rubbed his eyelids with his right hand: "I was riding too fast, and a midge got into my eye."

"You, a police officer now, are still so reckless." Cen Yingyue put the vegetable basket on the ground, took the handlebars from Zhou Yang, blocked the road with her foot and pulled with her right hand to park the car.

"Mom, where's Dad?" Zhou Yang had calmed down enough and bent down to help his mother lift the shopping basket.

"What else could he be doing? He went fishing. I told him I couldn't find the bran and rapeseed cake I'd saved, and he took them all to use as bait..."

Zhou Yang smiled knowingly. This was his father Zhou Zhenbang's style. One of his favorite sayings was: "If you want fish to come ashore, you have to exchange them for grain."

I followed my mom upstairs, and as soon as we entered the house, she pressed me down on the sofa: "You rest, I'll cook. I reckon you'll be busy these next couple of days!"

Zhou Yang's heart skipped a beat; even his mother knew about this case!

Watching his mother humming an incomprehensible tune as she busied herself in the kitchen, Zhou Yang smiled knowingly. Perhaps this was the meaning of rebirth.

In this lifetime, I must find out who is behind this person as soon as possible, so that the tragedy of the previous life will not be repeated. I swear!

But then Zhou Yang frowned: Who's behind me?

Who is the person behind Deng Fangfang?

In her previous life, she used a knife to her own body to kill Zhu Guolong.

But in this life, that one stab took her own life, and along with two more bricks, she was dead beyond any hope of survival.

Zhou Yang couldn't help but indulge in a wicked musing: Could it be that Zhu Guolong was also reborn, carrying the memories and resentment of his past life, and had someone else do it for him?

However, it was just a thought. Since Zhu Guolong had provided an alibi, the police would most likely find no problem with the investigation.

Is it possible that the murder was hired?