Chapter 107: Who Gave You the Nerve!

That afternoon, while reviewing the case files, Yu Dazhang had already realized it.

This time, he wasn’t facing just one person or a few individuals, but a tightly organized gang.

Just consider the fact that the hospital itself filed the report.

Would a guilty person dare do that?

The other side must have someone who knows the law well.

First pressure the family, then file the case under abandonment.

After that, no matter what happens to the child, it’s no longer the hospital’s responsibility.

From the moment the case was filed, the primary cause was already set: abandonment by the patient’s family.

So many abandonment cases—all filed voluntarily by the hospital—that alone speaks volumes.

Doctors and nurses couldn’t possibly have this level of legal awareness; they couldn’t have conceived such a deliberate scheme.

The next day.

Yu Dazhang arrived at the unit early that morning.

“Brother Ma, come with me out on a job later.”

Investigating alone is a major taboo—he didn’t want to give anyone grounds for gossip.

Especially during evidence collection, two officers must be present.

Ma Jian didn’t hesitate before replying:

“Sure, I’ll go tell Commander Li first.”

“I already asked for permission yesterday.” Yu Dazhang, now more familiar with Ma Jian, spoke more casually:

“For the next three days, you’re with me.”

“Three days?” Ma Jian paused, then asked:

“What case?”

Although Yu Dazhang was currently the hot topic, Ma Jian figured any major case in the unit should’ve been reported to him first—he had seniority, after all.

“Still the abandonment case,” Yu Dazhang said quickly, fearing further questions:

“I’ve got new ideas—we need to dig deeper.”

Sure enough, upon hearing “abandonment case,” Ma Jian immediately asked:

“Still investigating? The case was closed—what’s left to find?”

It was because everyone thought like this that the hospital had grown so bold… Yu Dazhang suddenly lowered his voice:

“Do you know why I keep solving big cases?”

This topic was brutal—no seasoned detective could resist its lure.

Ma Jian was no exception; he instinctively asked:

“Why?”

He’d always suspected that a newcomer achieving what Yu Dazhang had couldn’t be coincidence—this fat man must have something special.

Now hearing him say this, he was even more certain: the fat man had his own unique investigative method.

“Because…” Yu Dazhang deliberately spoke in a mysterious tone:

“I like investigating cases others have given up on.”

“What’s the logic behind that?” Ma Jian didn’t understand.

“You’ll understand after these three days,” Yu Dazhang teased.

In truth, he just wanted to keep Ma Jian steady.

Because what he was about to investigate would exceed Ma Jian’s understanding.

The two soon arrived at an old residential complex.

The buildings looked aged, clearly meant for the working class.

Nowadays, anyone with a bit of extra money avoids living here.

Yesterday, while reviewing the files, Yu Dazhang noticed a common thread in all abandonment cases.

Whenever the hospital filed the report, the child’s family were all low-income laborers with no medical knowledge or awareness of their rights.

In other words, they deliberately targeted families with poor conditions and at the bottom of society.

This ignited Yu Dazhang’s anger and strengthened his resolve to see this through to the end.

Are honest people just supposed to be bullied?

Who gave you the nerve!

“Building 7, Unit 32,” Yu Dazhang said after carefully checking the address, turning to Ma Jian:

“This unit.”

The two went upstairs and knocked on the door marked 32.

Soon, a woman’s voice came from inside: “Who is it?”

“Police,” Yu Dazhang replied quickly:

“We called earlier.”

He’d already phoned ahead.

The case files didn’t just record the incident—they also listed the contact details of both parties.

The door opened, revealing a woman in her forties, her expression unfriendly.

According to personal records, she was thirty-three… Yu Dazhang was stunned by her appearance.

Had losing her child aged her this much?

She looked at least ten years older than her actual age.

“You actually came,” the woman said with sarcasm:

“It’s been so long—the child’s already buried. What good is it now?”

Ma Jian immediately chimed in:

“Justice may be late, but…”

“Hey hey hey, don’t say that!” Yu Dazhang quickly cut him off.

Please… please… collect 6…9…books…!

Damn, you’re pulling out the canned lines.

That's pure toxic chicken soup.

It’s 2014 now—but in a few years, saying that will get you torn apart.

“Sister, don’t be upset,” Yu Dazhang said gently, understanding her pain:

“We’re here to ask questions—to find new leads.”

“Come in,” the woman said coldly.

Inside, Yu Dazhang scanned the room’s furnishings and decor.

There were furnishings—no decor at all.

The home was sparsely furnished.

Table, chairs, bed, wardrobe, TV, refrigerator—that’s all. All of it old.

The floor wasn’t tile or wood—it was just dark, grimy cement.

Looking at it all, Yu Dazhang felt a pang in his chest.

This family had drained every last cent to save their child—and still lost him.

What a tragedy.

“Sister, don’t bother,” Yu Dazhang said, stopping her as she moved to pour water:

“Don’t treat us like guests—we’re just here to ask a few questions.”

After they sat down, Yu Dazhang asked directly:

“You said someone tampered with your child—how did you know?”

At this question, the woman snapped:

“I explained clearly—the child’s face was grayish, slightly blue. How could he turn that way right after death?”

“Just because of that?” Yu Dazhang pressed.

If what she said was true, the child’s death really was suspicious.

After death, metabolism stops, blood circulation halts—skin does darken, but not this quickly.

Bluish discoloration on the face? Impossible.

Even lividity forms on the lowest parts of the body, never the face.

“Also,” the woman said:

“His mouth was wide open. I tried to close it, but couldn’t, no matter how many times I tried.”

“My child had a habit—he’d open his mouth wide when in great pain or discomfort, but never make a sound.”

“His expression then was almost identical to how he looked when he was suffering normally.”

Yu Dazhang understood.

It was the child’s unique habit that made the mother suspicious.

Probably, the officers back then thought her description exaggerated, so they didn’t record it in the file.

Then, after autopsy confirmed no organs were removed, her theory was dismissed entirely.

Before Yu Dazhang could ask more, the woman burst into tears, her voice trembling:

I remember again how my child looked when he first died—he seemed as if his soul had been drained away, leaving only an empty shell.

(End of Chapter)