Chapter 2699

Huang Minwei fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a somewhat ethereal voice: "When this case occurred, I was still the deputy director of Chaoyang Branch. I had my own case at the time, so I didn't pay too much attention to this rape and murder case.

If the facts are truly as you have analyzed, then continuing the investigation would likely trigger a major earthquake in Jingcheng. And we, standing at the epicenter, would very likely be buried in the ruins, never to emerge.

Hearing Huang Minwei's words, Yu Xiangjun couldn't help but take a deep breath, then tried to speak in as calm a tone as possible: "So, Director Huang, what do you mean?"

Huang Minwei countered: "And you? What do you think?"

Yu Xiangjun choked slightly: "At the very least, I need to know who that beast is."

Huang Minwei fell silent again, as if time had frozen. After a while, he finally broke the silence: "If this rape and murder case can never find any clues, then so be it.

But now, the truth is right before our eyes. If at this moment we hesitate, hesitate excessively, fear this and fear that, and let the perpetrator go unpunished, I would not only find no peace in my conscience, but also greatly desecrate and insult this police uniform I wear.

Especially that innocent young girl, who should have had a bright future in her prime years. She had provoked no one and offended no one, yet was strangled by a demon, a beast, cutting short her splendid life."

Saying this, Huang Minwei paused, his voice becoming extraordinarily resolute: "Therefore, this case must be investigated, even if the path ahead is a wall of copper and iron, even if we bash our heads until they bleed, we will not hesitate."

Hearing Huang Minwei's words, Yu Xiangjun's heart suddenly relaxed, his expression also becoming determined: "Alright, I'll go continue interrogating Wen Sanmao right now."

When Yu Xiangjun returned to the abandoned factory, more than half an hour had passed. But the interrogation of Wen Sanmao had not stopped, because he couldn't be allowed to relax, so Lao Qian picked up the interrogation transcript left by Fang Hongbin, glanced at it, and then began interrogating the smuggling case.

Wen Sanmao's psychological defenses had already collapsed, and he clearly knew no one would come to rescue him. So this guy laid bare how Hong Jinyan used her power in her hands to sell him the woolen coat at the price of scrap goods, extracting state assets..."

Just as he was saying this, Yu Xiangjun pushed the door open and walked in, but he did not interrupt Wen Sanmao, instead silently lighting a cigarette and then coming to one side to listen.

Wen Sanmao glanced at Yu Xiangjun, licked his somewhat dry lips: "Director Yu, could you give me a cigarette?"

Yu Xiangjun handed over the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of to Wen Sanmao's mouth, then lit another for himself.

Wen Sanmao enjoyed taking a puff of the cigarette, then continued: "As for Liu Zhiguang, we haven't known each other long. He came to me because he knew I could get cheap woolen coats.

My dealings with Liu Zhiguang are all normal business transactions—he pays, I deliver the goods. I truly didn't know he would smuggle. His illegal crimes have nothing to do with me; you must believe me."

This guy is not a fool; he knows what's important. He colluded with Hong Jinyan to extract state assets—a serious crime, but not one that warrants death. Smuggling, however, is different—it really could get you beheaded.

Yu Xiangjun took over: "Wen Liang, whether your dealings with Liu Zhiguang are normal business or a cooperative relationship will soon be clear. Now, still talk about the rape and murder case from six years ago—tell me, who is the noble person you mentioned?"

Wen Sanmao's face, which had just regained color, turned as white as paper again. He looked at Yu Xiangjun, his voice trembling: "Yu... Director Yu, I advise you, it's better not to ask."

Yu Xiangjun stared into Wen Sanmao's eyes without a trace of warmth, cold enough to freeze a person to death: "Who is he!"

Wen Sanmao's throat rolled slightly, his voice somewhat dry: "Yin Mingxing!"

Upon hearing the name Yin Mingxing, Yu Xiangjun visibly froze for a moment, then immediately recalled who Yin Mingxing was, his face undergoing a drastic change.

Seeing Yu Xiangjun's face change drastically, Wen Sanmao felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart, and his pale face instantly flushed with color.

"Director Yu!" Wen Sanmao said mockingly: "Now you know who it is—do you have the guts to go arrest him?"

Yu Xiangjun quickly regained his composure, looking at Wen Sanmao and said: "You, Wen Sanmao, are just a good-for-nothing; putting it nicely, you're a good-for-nothing with a few stinking bucks. Don't even talk about becoming friends with Yin Mingxing—you don't even have the qualifications to meet him once."

Yu Xiangjun took a puff of his cigarette, flicked the ash, and continued: "Go on, tell me how you met Yin Mingxing and what kind of interest relationship exists between you."

Wen Sanmao is an old hand at this—dealing with police is routine for him. These cops' hands can be very black, and since he's already confessed, if he still hides and conceals, he'll surely suffer for it, and in the end he'll still have to come clean.

So this guy also readily said: "I have a good relationship with Yin Mo; I can monopolize the goods supply channels on Xiu Shui Street, and I'm called the underground tax bureau chief precisely because of Yin Mo. And the money I make on Xiu Shui Street, fifty percent must be given as tribute to Yin Mo."

Yu Xiangjun's heart pounded wildly—he hadn't expected that, besides Yin Mingxing, another person named Yin Mo would now be implicated. If the investigation continues, will it implicate even more people?

Yu Xiangjun steadied his mind and asked firmly: "How did you meet Yin Mo?"

"Through Du Changhe." Wen Sanmao said: "Once Du Changhe came to me for drinks, saying he would introduce me to a big shot—namely Yin Mo."

Speaking, Wen Sanmao looked at Yu Xiangjun with a strange smile: "Actually, that day at the scarred-head's place, besides Yin Mingxing, Yin Mo was also there. What you don't know is, that little girl was played to death by Yin Mingxing, and another woman was crippled by Yin Mo."

Wen Sanmao suddenly burst out laughing: "Director Yu, that little girl died a miserable death, but that woman who was crippled by him lives a miserable life. Not long ago I even saw her—both legs useless, crawling into the vegetable market to pick up rotten leaves."

Yu Xiangjun's eyes twitched violently, anger rising in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed it: "What is that woman's name, and where does she live?"

Wen Sanmao shook his head: "I don't know her name, nor where she lives."

Yu Xiangjun stared at Wen Sanmao, his eyes full of killing intent: "Where did you see her at the vegetable market?"

Wen Sanmao felt the chill from Yu Xiangjun, which made him shrink his neck slightly: "Drum Tower Vegetable Market. She's a cripple; since she can crawl there to pick rotten leaves, her home must be nearby."

Yu Xiangjun stepped forward, grabbed Wen Sanmao by the throat in one move, leaned close to his ear, and said coldly: "Wen Liang, you better not have lied to me. Otherwise, even if you don't die, in prison I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead."

The anger in Yu Xiangjun's heart is truly hard to suppress now—he just wants to draw his gun and shoot Wen Sanmao dead. These beasts, including that uncle and nephew of the Yin family, all deserve to be sliced a thousand times, flayed, stuffed with straw, and made into sky lanterns.