944: Chapter 880: Mature Pattern 944: Chapter 880: Mature Pattern “Where are you?
Are you safe?” Jiang Yuan imdiately returned to the private room, and while turning on the speakerphone, he gestured to Wang Chuanxing with his mouth: case.
Wang Chuanxing’s heart tightened, and he imdiately got up to search his bag, taking out his laptop and pad first, while saying to Bai Jian beside him: “Director Bai, can we request technical investigation resources?”
“No problem.” Bai Jian was a bit slow to respond, but he quickly took out his phone.
Compared to the identity of the Criminal Investigation Division Chief, Bai Jian, who is now a Deputy Director, can mobilize more resources.
For example, for the regular detectives who need to formally request technical investigation resources, Bai Jian’s coordination would be a different concept entirely, occurring at a different speed.
Moreover, erging investigative departnts such as cyber security and image investigation, although closely related to criminal detectives, have most of their resources separated, which is why the special task forces for significant cases need to have sufficiently high levels.
anwhile, Jiang Yuan’s phone call was followed by his uncle’s reply: “I’m at ho, nothing’s wrong right now.”
“Were you joking just now when you said you were going to die?” Jiang Yuan frowned.
In his mory, his uncle didn’t possess any sense of humor; he was the kind of person who would earnestly ask others how much they gave when giving out red packets, fearful of giving too little or too much.
Such a peculiar joke was definitely not his uncle’s style.
Uncle fell silent for a mont, then spoke softly: “I’m feeling quite unwell.”
“Are you uncomfortable physically?” Jiang Yuan asked.
“A bit, but that’s not why.” Uncle replied in a low voice, continuing: “I recently started a relationship with a new girlfriend, and things have been progressing quickly.
We’ve even co to discuss marriage, and she seems rather understanding…
So I thought about my previous girlfriends, each of whom almost wanted to have the houses renad to their nas before marriage.
A Lin asks for neither houses nor cars, so I had a friend look into her background.”
“And then?” Jiang Yuan wasn’t surprised.
Uncle had been divorced, giving up half his house to his ex-wife, who took custody of their two children.
Despite still owning several small properties, Uncle led a drift-like lifestyle, only attracting a few girlfriends with his luxury cars and watches, ultimately ending up breaking up with them all.
On the other end of the line, Uncle paused for a mont, then said: “A Lin has had three ex-husbands, two of whom committed suicide.
My friend dug deeper and found out that she had several boyfriends before, the exact number unknown, but at least three committed suicide.”
Jiang Yuan was stunned for a mont, as were the distinguished police officers sitting at the dining table, who until a mont ago were smiling candidly while internally contemplating how to defuse any awkwardness later—they all tempered their smiles.
This situation didn’t require the professional sensitivity of a police officer; any ordinary person hearing it would find it problematic.
Historically, the concepts of husband-starves and wife-starves may seem absurd, but actually make too much sense.
In ancient tis, criminal investigation thods were limited, and dostic cases were even harder to investigate.
But for an outsider, you don’t need to pursue the truth; you simply need to avoid danger.
If a man’s first wife dies, it’s considered bad luck; if his second wife dies, it’s an accident; but if his third wife dies too, that’s a pattern.
Just like astronors who observed Halley’s Cot passing by 152 years ago and again 76 years ago—when they look up this year and confirm its third passing, they can deduce a simple pattern and then seek further verification: this man starves his wives!
Clearly, Uncle, who lacks a sense of humor but has money, also possesses a scientist’s spirit.
Through private investigations, he has reached a shocking conclusion: My fiancée is a black widow.
“Are you alone right now?” Jiang Yuan inquired.
“No, A Lin is with …
I’ll hang up first…” Uncle said hurriedly before ending the call.
Jiang Yuan put away his phone and looked around.
Employing so emotional intelligence, he joked: “The way my Uncle ended the call seems to hint at sothing ominous.”
“More than that,” said Bai Jian gravely.
“We can’t take this matter lightly; let’s send soone to protect him imdiately.
Better warn him not to consu any food or drinks during this period—won who kill tend to have a higher likelihood of using poison.”
“We’ve already asked the nearby police officers to go,” Mu Zhiyang explained while also informing Jiang Yuan: “I’ve phoned Director Tan at Zoumadao Police Station and also contacted Zhou Ta, asking him to make a special trip there.”
Jiangcun Residential Area falls within the jurisdiction of Zoumadao Police Station.
Jiang Yuan and others had previously assisted Station Tan in clearing a batch of cases, arresting a houseful of suspects.
Zhou Ta is a middle-aged auxiliary police at Zoumadao Police Station.
Although an auxiliary officer, after serving there for twenty years, he may not have much authority but knows the various relationships and situations in the station like the back of his hand, making him the least likely to be deceived or misled.
As long as Mu Zhiyang notified Station Tan, and Zhou Ta received authorization while leveraging Jiang Yuan’s influence, the team Zhou Ta assembled would be extrely reliable.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan understood imdiately and added: “Call my dad too, and notify Uncle Qiang to minimize risks.
Wang Chuanxing, pull up those suicide cases for examination.”
It was probably true that a call to his father from a colleague would receive more attention than if Jiang Yuan himself called.
Mu Zhiyang and Wang Chuanxing both acknowledged in succession.
Wang Chuanxing contacted the Cold Case Squad mbers who stayed back in Ningtai County.
He first pulled up Uncle’s records, then filtered out a female nad Wang Lin based on his call frequency and duration, and after checking related records and seeing that both had records of staying in hotels together, naturally marked her as a suspect girlfriend.
Subsequent technicians ticulously dissected Wang Lin’s related information and soon matched up files from her previous three marriages and two ex-husbands’ suicides.
This essentially confird she was the sa person.
However, because the case ca from Jiang Yuan’s side, the technicians checked with particular thoroughness—soon, they compiled WeChat and Alipay records, records of daily activities in different places at different tis, as well as vehicle number plates and their movent trajectories…
Wang Chuanxing, following Uncle’s information, broadened the search area like spreading out a big pancake, checking whether Uncle had other girlfriends, or whether other won wanted to be his girlfriends.
In no ti, Wang Chuanxing gathered data from various sources and handed them to Jiang Yuan, saying: “Three ex-husbands with two suicides, and at least three ex-boyfriends who committed suicide.
In fact, we’ve found two additional suspicious non-natural deaths of n who were likely Wang Lin’s ex-boyfriends, also suicides.
Here are the photos.”
As Wang Chuanxing spoke, he placed a stack of photos in Jiang Yuan’s hands.
“Drowning…
Falling from a height, falling from a height…
Drowning.” Jiang Yuan flipped through casually, and couldn’t help comnting: “It seems like there’s a bit of a mature pattern erging.”
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