Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Chapter 318 Suspects in Yi Zhonghai's Case

Qin Jingru returned to the house with Wang Feng, and Qin Jingru seemed hesitant to speak.

Wang Feng smiled slightly: "Jingru, just say what you want to say. What can't you tell me?"

Qin Jingru closed the door and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Wang Feng, I just told you Sister Lan's address yesterday, and Chen Jian was killed last night...you...you..."

Wang Feng smiled and waved his hand: "Jingru, you don't suspect that I killed Chen Jian, do you?"

Qin Jingru remained silent, looking at Wang Feng with some concern.

"Jingru, what's going on in your little head all day?"

Wang Feng flicked Qin Jingru on the forehead and said irritably, "Why would I go and kill someone for no reason? I don't even know Chen Jian, he has no grudge against me. Am I just bored and want to kill someone for fun?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jingru said worriedly, "Brother Wang Feng, but... but this is too much of a coincidence, isn't it?"

"Brother Wang Feng, don't misunderstand. I'm not doubting you or questioning you. I just want to say that no matter what you do in the future, you must be careful. If something happens to you, I... I can't live either."

As she spoke, Qin Jingru's eyes reddened. After all, she knew that Wang Feng had gone out last night, but she had been pretending not to know anything.

Wang Feng shook his head speechlessly, rubbed Qin Jingru's head, and comforted her:

"Don't worry, I'll be more careful in the future. Think about it, you can take on several idiots by yourself now. I'm much stronger than you. I don't do murder or arson; I just sell some game on the black market. How easy is it for the police to catch me?"

"And another thing, it's just a coincidence. Don't overthink it. Maybe Chen Jian was killed by Yi Zhonghai. Think about it, Qin Huairu lives in courtyard number 95, I went on a blind date with you, and then you also came to courtyard number 95. Isn't that just a coincidence? Can you say there's some conspiracy or scheming involved?"

Hearing Wang Feng's explanation, Qin Jingru nodded her head; she had worried too much.

Whether others live or die is none of her business; as long as Wang Feng is alright, that's all that matters.

"Alright, hurry up and make breakfast. Chen Jian is dead, so Liu Lan probably won't be going to work today. Go to the factory later and ask for leave for her so she doesn't get fined," Wang Feng urged.

"Okay, I'll go make breakfast now. Brother Wang Feng, you should go wash up."

Qin Jingru nodded and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

......

Nanluoguxiang Police Station, interrogation room.

The police officer looked at Yi Zhonghai across from him and asked, "Yi Zhonghai, where were you between 9 PM last night and 5 AM this morning? Is there anyone who can testify for you?"

Yi Zhonghai gave a wry smile: "Officer, I went to bed before eight o'clock last night and didn't get up until you knocked on the door. Only my wife can vouch for me."

Do you know Chen Jian?

Yi Zhonghai shook his head: "I don't know him."

Do you know Liu Lan, who works in the kitchen of the third canteen at the steel rolling mill?

"know."

Have you met Chen Jian's daughter, Chen Ting?

"Never seen it before."

The police officer took the statement and said, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

After saying that, the police officer walked out of the interrogation room.

After a morning of investigation and questioning Liu Lan, the police finally confirmed that Yi Zhonghai did not know Chen Jian, and that the IOU written by Chen Jian was not in Chen Jian's handwriting, as confirmed by Liu Lan.

The police eventually concluded that after killing Chen Jian, the murderer wrote an IOU and put Chen Jian's fingerprint on it, with the intention of framing Yi Zhonghai.

Upon entering the interrogation room, the police asked, "Comrade Yi Zhonghai, after our detailed investigation, we have determined that you are not involved in this murder case. However, we suspect that this person deliberately tried to frame you. This person is the murderer. Think carefully, who have you offended in the past?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

He had always thought it was a coincidence that he had met someone with the same name, but he never expected that someone was trying to frame him. And this person was the murderer, so this matter was serious.

After thinking about it, he realized that he had offended a number of people, not too many, but not too few either. Some were from the compound, some from the factory, and he had also offended quite a few people before he joined the steel rolling mill and before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, when he was young, he was a thug. He had committed crimes such as raping other people's girls or daughters, murdering to cover up crimes, and robbing several times.

He quickly told the police the names of some of his enemies with whom he had minor conflicts, but he dared not tell the police about his past crimes of murder, arson, and sexual assault.

Even so, he has offended at least twenty people.

Among these people were Wang Feng, Sha Zhu, He Yushui, He Daqing, Xu Damao, Xu Fugui, and even the Yan family. He told the police about it, since he had fought with the Yan family before, and who knew if they would retaliate afterward.

However, the people in the courtyard were just petty thugs; there shouldn't be anyone who wanted him dead. If we're talking about the most suspicious person in the courtyard, it would be Sha Zhu, since it's a fact that he intercepted Sha Zhu's living expenses.

When the police heard that Yi Zhonghai had offended so many people, they shook their heads speechlessly. So many people, many of whom were offended decades ago, and they didn't even know if they were still in Beijing. How were they supposed to investigate?

"Alright, Comrade Yi Zhonghai, you can go back now."

"Okay, thank you, officer."

Yi Zhonghai thanked him and left the police station.

Walking back to Courtyard No. 95, Yi Zhonghai pondered to himself, who could be the person who wanted to frame him?

Fortunately, he was lucky this time; the police cleared his name, otherwise he would have been dead.

Now that he knows someone wants to harm him, he realizes he needs to be more careful in the future.

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the other side.

No. 68 Maoer Hutong.

Liu Lan's husband, Chen Jian, died, but instead of being sad or upset, she was actually quite happy.

After all, with Chen Jian dead, no one would beat her and her daughter Tingting anymore, and she wouldn't need to pay off his gambling debts. Moreover, the work station her mother-in-law had transferred to her and the house she was living in now were both hers, which was undoubtedly a great thing for her.

Her house is a private residence with two rooms, totaling over 30 square meters, which isn't small. If it were sold, it could be worth seven or eight hundred yuan.

However, she still had to arrange Chen Jian's funeral. She found a broken straw mat, rented a cart, and spent four yuan to hire four young men in the yard to pull the cart to the mountain outside the city. They could just dig a hole and bury him anywhere.

As for buying a coffin and holding a feast, forget about it. It's already a miracle that Liu Lan didn't throw Chen Jian's body to feed wild dogs.