Chapter 269: He Has a Younger Brother!

He Tianxin listened to Yu Dazhang's analysis and was stunned for a long moment without speaking.

Everything is frightening once you start thinking about it in detail; now that Yu Dazhang had said it, he realized he had been deceiving himself a little.

"I—what should I do?"

This question wasn't directed at himself; he stared at Yu Dazhang as he asked it.

He can't reach Wan Bo... Yu Dazhang immediately made the judgment in his mind.

If he could reach him, he wouldn't be asking others for help.

"Once he's caught, your family will be completely safe."

When Yu Dazhang said this, he deliberately lowered his voice:

"Whether it's the police who catch him, or that person seeking revenge catches him, Wan Bo is finished."

"And right now you can only place your hopes in us; the sooner he's brought in, the better it is for your family."

His tone now was like giving advice to a good friend, and even the content of his words didn't sound like something a police officer should say.

"Right, you're right."

He Tianxin really seemed to have no ideas of his own; after hearing Yu Dazhang's words, he immediately nodded in agreement:

"It's exactly as you say—only when he's caught will this matter truly be over."

After a pause, he continued:

"I'll tell you everything he did, you have to catch him."

Then He Tianxin recounted one by one the crimes Wan Bo had committed.

Just as Yu Dazhang had inferred earlier, the Twelve Young Masters of Xicheng had been personally assembled by this Wan Bo.

Not only that, almost all group actions were led by him, including that vicious incident of violence against Han Lianwen.

And like the others, Wan Bo also had a pledge of allegiance, and everyone in the group knew about it.

Yu Dazhang listened to He Tianxin's account with full concentration.

At the same time, the pen in his hand flew across the notebook, carefully recording every key piece of information, afraid of missing any important detail.

With this information, investigating Wan Bo would be much easier, and efficiency would improve greatly.

Most importantly, Yu Dazhang had to arrest Wan Bo before the suspect could act.

"That's all of it."

He Tianxin's condition was very poor; the long account just now seemed to have drained all his mental and physical energy.

"You don't know his current situation?" Yu Dazhang asked.

Everything He had said just now was about events from over a decade ago; from this it was clear that the so-called Twelve Young Masters of Xicheng hadn't been in contact with each other for many years.

"I don't know the specifics, after all there hasn't been any contact, but every year funds are pooled together in the form of investments."

He Tianxin explained:

"The pooled funds are used for rescue operations after something happens; even if the person can't be rescued, it ensures their family will never lack for food or clothing."

They really thought of everything... Yu Dazhang showed no expression on the surface, but he still sighed in admiration inwardly.

Doing this ensured that the person involved would keep their mouth tightly shut, because even if they didn't consider themselves, they had to think of their family.

This time, before Yu Dazhang could ask again, He Tianxin volunteered:

"As far as I know, he's been in financial investment and the hotel business; anything more specific, I don't know."

"Then how does he contact you all?" Yu Dazhang asked.

Since this investment scheme had been set up, Wan Bo must have some way to contact them.

Without accurate information being conveyed, these people wouldn't have felt comfortable putting their money in.

"Letters," He Tianxin replied:

"Every time before investing, I'd receive a letter with the specific investment method and detailed financial information."

The more primitive the means of communication, the harder it is to trace... Yu Dazhang had to admit, Wan Bo really was a clever one.

After leaving the hospital, Yu Dazhang sent the information about Wan Bo to Captain Xu.

Then, he called the team investigating Han Lianwen.

"I need to see him; I'll be there in about an hour and a half."

The two first returned to the hotel to pick up Ye Zhiyu, then drove toward Xicheng.

This time Liu Miao drove, and Yu Dazhang sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, deep in thought.

What was the relationship between the suspect and Han Lianwen?

Taking such a huge risk, gambling with his own life to help Han Lianwen seek revenge—they definitely weren't ordinary friends.

Would friends do this for each other?

Basically impossible.

In his past life, Yu Dazhang had handled many cases and heard of many more, but none of them involved friends helping each other take revenge.

When revenge is involved, it's mostly for oneself, or for direct family, blood relatives.

For example, a father's murder, the theft of a wife, and so on. If a friend is killed, at most you'd help call the police and look after the widow; rarely would anyone stake their life to avenge them.

This thing called loyalty also has its limits.

Especially in today's society, people are far more rational than before.

Now if anyone talks about taking a knife to the ribs for a friend, they'll mostly be laughed at.

And Han Lianwen was beaten into his condition sixteen years ago; back then he was still a student, he couldn't possibly have made many friends.

After that it was even less likely—who would be friends with someone with a six-year-old's IQ.

Given that, the scope could be narrowed to the level of family.

Parents are impossible; the ages don't match.

Han Lianwen is 34 years old this year, so his parents must be at least in their early fifties.

Judging by the suspect's skill and stamina in the surveillance footage, he shouldn't be over 40.

Then that leaves only the brother relationship.

!

Arrived at Xicheng.

They tracked down Han Lianwen's residence through the address; two officers were already waiting downstairs.

"Is he home?" Yu Dazhang looked at them and asked.

"He is," one of the officers replied:

"We just went up to confirm a moment ago."

Going upstairs, Yu Dazhang knocked on the door.

After a short while, a woman past her fifties opened the door.

The woman's face was covered in wrinkles, her hair was greying, her eye sockets sunken—she already looked like an old person.

"Sorry for the disturbance, I'd like to see Han Lianwen."

Yu Dazhang was very polite, smiling as he spoke:

"Is now convenient?"

The woman glanced past Yu Dazhang, and said with some difficulty:

"You can see him, it's just that there are a few too many of you—he gets frightened whenever he sees more than two strangers."

This is a deep-seated issue, the shadow left from back then, sixteen years and it still hasn't faded.

"Understood," Yu Dazhang quickly responded:

"Just the two of us will go in."

After saying that, he turned his head to glance at Liu Miao, hesitated for a second, then looked at Ye Zhiyu:

"You come in with me."

After getting the woman's consent, the two walked into the house.

A two-bedroom-one-living-room layout, not much area; the living room had no extra furniture or decorations, only a dining table and two chairs.

Seeing the woman about to pour water, Yu Dazhang didn't stop her; once the water was set on the table, he picked up the cup and took a big gulp.

Ye Zhiyu, seeing this, also picked up a cup and took a sip.

This is a form of respect—especially in a household like Han Lianwen's, refusing hospitality would inevitably give people the feeling of being looked down on.

"You are Han Lianwen's mother, right?" Yu Dazhang asked.

"Yes," the woman nodded.

He had guessed it when they first met, but some things still had to be asked face-to-face to be clear.

Before Yu Dazhang could speak again, the woman said on her own:

"I'll go call him, please wait a moment."

Probably because she didn't interact with people often, Yu Dazhang felt Han Lianwen's mother was especially cold, seemingly unwilling to talk much with others.

Soon, a man walked out from the inner room.

His head was slightly tilted, his facial expression dull and lacking in change.

The distance between his eyes was wide, his nasal bridge low and flat-looking, his lips thick, his tongue large and flicking in and out, his hair sparse and lacking luster.

With just one look, Yu Dazhang was certain he was Han Lianwen.

Once brain tissue is damaged, a person's appearance will undergo obvious changes—this is unavoidable.

Yu Dazhang stood up, took a folding chair from the wall, opened it and placed it beside the dining table, then smiled at Han Lianwen:

"Sit."

Han Lianwen glanced at him, sat down, and asked indistinctly:

"You're here to find my younger brother, right?"

(End of this chapter)