Chapter 107: Who Gave You the Audacity!

When reviewing the case files this afternoon, Yu Dazhang had already realized it.

This time, he was not facing one person or a few people, but a tightly organized gang.

Setting aside everything else, just consider the fact that the hospital voluntarily reported the case.

Would someone guilty of theft dare to do such a thing?

Someone on the other side must be very familiar with legal knowledge.

First, pressure the family, then file a case on the grounds of abandonment.

After that, no matter what happens to the child, it will not be the hospital's responsibility.

From the moment the case was filed, the primary cause had already been determined: it was caused by the patient's family abandoning the child.

So many abandonment cases, all voluntarily reported by the hospital; this already speaks volumes.

Doctors and nurses could not possibly possess such legal awareness, so they would not be able to come up with such subjective factors.

The next day.

Yu Dazhang arrived at the station early in the morning.

"Brother Ma, come out with me for a while later."

Investigating a case alone is a major taboo; he did not want to give people ammunition to criticize him.

Especially for investigation and evidence collection, two officers must respond.

Ma Jian agreed without a second thought:

"Sure, I'll go tell Captain Li first."

"I already requested permission yesterday." Yu Dazhang had gotten familiar with Ma Jian over the past few days, so he spoke more casually:

"For the next three days, you'll be working with me."

"Three days?" Ma Jian was stunned for a moment, then asked:

"What case?"

Although Yu Dazhang was now a hot commodity, Ma Jian felt that if there was a case in the station, he should be notified first, after all, his seniority was right there.

"It's still that abandonment case." Yu Dazhang, afraid he would ask endless questions, added:

"I have a new idea; we need to continue investigating deeper."

Sure enough, as soon as Ma Jian heard it was the abandonment case, he immediately asked:

"Still investigating? The case was dropped; what is there left to investigate?"

Precisely because everyone thinks like that, that hospital would be so arrogant... Yu Dazhang suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"Do you know why I can solve major cases again and again?"

This topic was too sharp; no veteran criminal investigator could resist the temptation of that statement.

Ma Jian was no exception; he instinctively asked:

"Yes, why?"

He had previously felt that a newcomer achieving what Yu Dazhang had done was absolutely no accident; this Fatty must have something extraordinary.

Now hearing Yu Dazhang say this, he was even more convinced that the Fatty must have his own set of investigative methods.

"Because..." Yu Dazhang said mysteriously on purpose:

"I just like to investigate cases that others have already given up on."

"Is there a saying behind that?" Ma Jian didn't quite understand.

"You'll understand after these three days pass." Yu Dazhang deliberately kept the suspense.

Actually, he just wanted to keep Ma Jian steady.

Because the matter he was about to investigate would exceed Ma Jian's understanding.

The two then arrived at an old residential neighborhood.

The houses here looked a bit aged; one could tell at a glance they were where the working masses lived.

Nowadays, anyone with a little extra money in the family is unwilling to live in such a place.

Yesterday, while flipping through the case files, Yu Dazhang discovered that all the abandonment cases had one common point.

Whenever the hospital voluntarily reported the case, the child's family members were low-level laborers lacking medical knowledge and rights-protection awareness.

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

This also ignited Yu Dazhang's anger and strengthened his determination to investigate to the very end.

Do honest people deserve to be bullied by you?

Who gave you the audacity!

"Building Seven, Unit Thirty-Two." Yu Dazhang stood in front of the building, carefully identified it, and said to Ma Jian:

"It's this unit."

After going upstairs, the two knocked on the door marked with the number thirty-two.

Soon, a woman's voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"

"Police," Yu Dazhang answered quickly:

"We just contacted you."

He had already made a phone call before coming.

The case files not only recorded the details of the incident but also included the information and contact details of both parties involved.

The door opened, and a woman who looked to be in her forties stood at the entrance, her expression not very friendly.

According to the personal information, she was thirty-three years old... Yu Dazhang was stunned by the woman before him.

Losing her child had struck her down like this?

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

"You actually came." There was a note of sarcasm in the woman's voice:

"It's been so long since all that happened, and the child's already been buried. What's the point of you coming now?"

Ma Jian immediately cut in:

"Justice may be late, but..."

"Hey hey hey, don't say that!" Yu Dazhang quickly stopped him.

Please... bookmark... 6... 9... book....!

Good grief, you're spouting that kind of nonsense here.

That's a bowl of pure, unadulterated toxic chicken soup.

It's only 2014 now. Wait a few more years, and if you say something like that, you'll just be waiting to get roasted.

"Sister, don't get emotional." Yu Dazhang understood how she felt, so he was very polite:

"We came here today to ask you about the situation, precisely to look for new leads."

"Come in." The woman said coldly.

Walking into the house, Yu Dazhang swept his gaze over the furnishings and decorations inside.

You could say there were only furnishings, no decorations.

The layout of the home was very simple.

A table, chairs, a bed, a wardrobe, a TV, a fridge... that was all there was, and all of it was old.

The floor was neither tile nor wood flooring—just a blackish cement floor.

Looking at everything before him, Yu Dazhang felt a sour ache in his heart.

A family like this had emptied out everything they had to treat their child's illness, and in the end they still couldn't save the child.

What a cruel fate!

"Sister, don't bother, we're not thirsty." Seeing the woman about to pour them water, Yu Dazhang hurriedly stopped her:

"Don't treat us like guests. We just came to ask a few questions."

After the three of them sat down, Yu Dazhang asked directly:

"Back then you said the child had been tampered with. How did you figure that out?"

Hearing this question, the woman answered irritably:

"I made myself very clear at the time. The child's face was a dull gray, with a bit of a bluish tinge. How could it look like that right after death?"

"Just because of that?" Yu Dazhang pressed.

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

After a person dies, metabolism stops, blood no longer circulates—yes, the skin can become dull, but it wouldn't happen that quickly.

A bluish discoloration on the face would be even more impossible.

Even if bluish patches formed, they'd settle at the bottom of the body, not show up on the face.

"There was more." The woman replied:

"The child's mouth was wide open at the time. I tried to close it, but no matter how many times I tried, I couldn't get it shut."

"My child had a habit—when the pain was really bad or he was really uncomfortable, he'd open his mouth wide, but wouldn't make a sound."

"The way the child looked at the time was almost exactly the same as how he usually looked when enduring pain."

Yu Dazhang understood.

It was precisely this habit unique to the child that made the mother grow suspicious.

Presumably because they felt her description was a bit exaggerated, the officers handling the case at the time didn't write these details into the case file.

On top of that, after the child was later autopsied and confirmed that no organs had been removed, her inference became even less necessary to include.

Before Yu Dazhang could ask another question, the woman's tears fell. In a choked voice she said:

"I'm thinking of how my child looked right after he died again. He was like something had drained his soul away, leaving only an empty shell."

(End of chapter)