Chapter 26 The Third Victim
Wu Qingluan's hypothesis shocked everyone, including Gu Nankai. With the emergence of Su Zihe's idea, Wu Qingluan seemed to be more certain of this possibility. She continued to explain, "Imagine a man who was plotted to death . He didn't realize until the last moment of his death that everything was a trap for him. He was indeed lucky and survived, but he became a shameful monster. He lay dormant for ten years just for today's revenge!"
"Teacher Wu..." Gu Nankai was unable to react to this guess for a moment. He waved his hand to stop Wu Qingluan from continuing: "Don't say anything yet, let's think about it carefully. I now think that your guess is correct, but there are some things that I need to digest. I need to think about it carefully..."
His left hand supported his right arm, and his index finger and thumb pinched his chin again and again. He lowered his head slightly, frowned slightly, and thought about something. His eyes sometimes looked at the body of the deceased, sometimes at the head of the deceased, and sometimes at Wu Qingluan. Finally, after thinking for a long time, she said what she thought: "I think maybe what Teacher Wu said is right. Zheng Yi is very likely not dead. He survived the car accident. He survived these years by living in a miserable way. Only he would hate Sheng Yuandong and Zhao Kaichuan so much, but who could this third person be?"
"His parents."
Wu Qingluan's face darkened. "If our reasoning is correct, then the next person Zheng Yi wants to kill is his parents. He has lived in darkness for ten years, so what kind of life do his parents have? What's more, there is Zheng Hai now. As a child of a distant relative, he is enjoying everything he should have. This will inevitably generate deep hatred for Zheng Yi."
"Zheng Hai..." Gu Nankai muttered the name, and the scene of meeting Zheng Hai at Zheng Yi's parents' house emerged in his mind. The man was quiet and always followed Zheng Yi's father. He obeyed Zheng Yi's father's every word and every action almost unconditionally...
"Cao Cang, you and Shang Lu Gaoyuan stay here to collect and clean up the scene. I, Teacher Wu, and Li Meng, we'll go to Zheng Yi's house!" Gu Nankai seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He made a quick decision and explained to everyone quickly: "I think Zheng Yi's next target is three people, Zheng Yi's parents, and Zheng Hai!"
Wu Qingluan and the others immediately prepared to go to Zheng Yi's parents' home. Gu Nankai turned around and told Gao Yuan: "Notify me as soon ."
Afterwards, Gu Nankai, Wu Qinglian and Li Meng set out for Zheng Yi's parents' home. Although they were familiar with the route, the three of them were holding their breath because the place was far away. To relieve the pressure, Li Meng coughed and said, "Captain Gu, even if Zheng Yi wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't choose to kill in broad daylight. Besides, with his appearance, it would be easy for him to cause chaos if he came out during the day, so don't worry too much."
What Li Meng said was correct, but what Gu Nankai was worried about was that perhaps they had thought of the current situation a little too late, which meant that they were already far behind the murderer. What's more, they were not 100% sure about many situations. He had imagined that the murderer would kill again, but there was too little evidence at the time, and he did not expect the murderer to act so quickly.
"I have a question now. Was the lottery ticket in Zheng Yi's home before or after his death?" Wu Qingluan thought about it and suddenly asked this question. Gu Nankai suddenly thought of something. He quickly recalled and said, "It should be around the same time as Zheng Yi's death. It is even very likely that it happened at the same time point." He looked at Wu Qingluan: "Why do you ask that?"
Wu Qingluan pursed her lips and said, "If it was Zheng Yi who won the lottery after his death, then the hatred between Zheng Yi and his parents would not be so great. In comparison, Zheng Hai, who is enjoying everything he deserves, would be the most likely person to be his next target."
Gu Nankai nodded in agreement, but there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Your analysis is correct, but the relationship between Zheng Yi's parents and Zheng Hai always makes people feel a little strange. I can't think of a breakthrough point."
"Teacher Wu, Captain Gu, you tell me, why hasn't Zheng Yi thought about contacting his family in the past ten years? Considering that the old couple spent half their life savings to buy insurance for their son, you can imagine how much they love Zheng Yi. Why is Zheng Yi still thinking about his parents now?" Hearing the discussion between Wu Qingluan and Gu Nankai, Li Meng was a little confused and expressed his doubts.
"Why..." Gu Nankai was also thinking about this question. He murmured, "Yes, why did he choose not to contact his parents for ten years? Because he didn't dare? Or because of guilt? Or some other reason?"
"How can parents dislike their own child?" Li Meng replied subconsciously. Coincidentally, the phone in the car rang. Gu Nankai saw that it was Gao Yuan calling and quickly picked up the phone. As his frown slowly relaxed, Wu Qingluan and Li Meng realized that their guesses were correct.
As expected, after Gu Nankai hung up the phone, his expression relaxed a little. He said, "Gaoyuan has confirmed that Sheng Yuandong and Zhao Kaichuan are indeed closely related to gambling. Ten years ago, they owed a large gambling debt. Later, because of that large sum of money, they formed a cooperative relationship with a large casino over there. We don't have the authority to investigate the specific situation now, but knowing this is enough for us."
Wu Qingluan continued: "That's right, this means that Sheng Yuandong and Zhao Kaichuan's original plot to murder Zheng Yi has been confirmed, and everything makes sense now."
Gu Nankai nodded and looked down at the time. He was very close to Zheng Yi's parents' home. He took a deep breath and thought silently in his heart that he hoped he could gain something from this visit to Zheng Yi's parents' home, or that Zheng Yi's parents could solve the mystery in his heart this time.
Just when he hung up the phone, a bold guess came to his mind. This guess seemed absurd, but for the mysterious murderer, it should be the inference closest to the truth.
This was the second time that Gu Nankai and Li Meng came to Zheng Yi's parents' home. They were no longer as amazed by the big yard as they were the first time, but it was the first time for Wu Qingluan. From seeing the gate to entering the yard, although Wu Qingluan looked calm on the surface, she was secretly surprised in her heart. This time, it was still not Zheng Yi's mother who opened the door, but Zheng Hai's wife, the young woman.
Wu Qingluan was more sensitive to people's words and expressions, but Gu Nankai was not to be outdone. They both noticed something at the same time. Wu Qingluan slowed down her pace and poked Gu Nankai with her arm, quietly asking, "Was this woman easily nervous when you met her last time? Look at her, she's a little weird now.
The young woman was not so nervous when he met her for the first time. She just spoke less and looked a little restrained. The rest was helplessness and a trace of unwillingness. Gu Nankai also noticed that her nervousness was different from today's. Her brows were slightly wrinkled. Although she was trying her best to suppress it and make herself look indifferent, she must have something in her heart. Moreover, she rubbed her palms unconsciously when she walked, which proved her anxiety in her heart.
More importantly, given Zheng Yi's father's temperament, it was obvious that something was wrong when he let this woman, whom he did not completely trust, open the door. In addition, when Zheng Yi's mother came to open the door, the Tibetan mastiff at the door obviously knew its owner, but when this woman came to open the door, they had already heard the roar of the Tibetan mastiff while they were waiting outside.
They called directly without disturbing the Tibetan Mastiff.
