Chapter 270: Both Civil and Martial

Although Han Lianwen's speech was slurred and he had a lisp, Yu Dazhang heard every word clearly.

He has a younger brother!

"Why do you say that?" Yu Dazhang asked in a gentle tone, coaxing him like a child.

Han Lianwen stuck out his tongue and glanced sideways at Yu Dazhang:

"He... he... said he would avenge me. Did he... did he hit someone?"

In that moment, Yu Dazhang felt the truth was right before his eyes, and the suspect's identity was about to emerge.

He hardened his heart and nodded at Han Lianwen.

"Don't arrest him. My younger brother wouldn't do that."

Seeing Yu Dazhang nod, Han Lianwen clearly grew anxious:

"He... he promised me he wouldn't kill anyone. If he promised, he will keep it."

Yes, he did keep it... Yu Dazhang replied silently in his heart.

The suspect truly hadn't killed a single person.

But those people were no different from the dead, having suffered inhuman torture and been driven mad by sheer force.

"How long has it been since you last saw your brother?"

Yu Dazhang realized he had been negligent.

Since he knew Han Lianwen had the intelligence of a six-year-old, he shouldn't have come empty-handed; he should have at least brought some snacks or something similar.

"I can't remember."

Han Lianwen raised his finger and pointed at his own head:

"People beat me until I was stupid. I can't remember many things. I only remember that I haven't seen my brother for a long time."

After just a few sentences of conversation, Yu Dazhang felt a heaviness in his chest, as if someone were gripping his heart tightly.

He took a deep breath and asked another question:

"What is your brother's name?"

Perhaps feeling that the fat man before him was kind, Han Lianwen answered without hesitation:

"My brother is called Han Lianwu."

Both civil and martial... Yu Dazhang muttered to himself.

After chatting a few more times, he gave up.

The Han Lianwen before him could only answer simple questions; anything slightly deeper he couldn't articulate.

After coaxing Han Lianwen back into the inner room, Yu Dazhang sat back down at the dining table and then spoke to Han Lianwen's mother:

"Auntie, come sit. I have a few questions for you."

Once the woman sat down, Yu Dazhang asked:

"How old is Han Lianwu this year, and how long has it been since he came home?"

The woman's expression changed, but she still answered:

"Thirty years old. He is four years younger than his older brother. He hasn't been home in nearly four months."

The timeline matches... Yu Dazhang noticed the woman's expression was not good and guessed she had already suspected something.

Information was sealed during the investigation.

So she didn't know exactly what had happened, but the police visiting twice in one day had made her somewhat worried.

"When he left home back then, did he say anything?" Yu Dazhang continued asking.

He didn't believe Han Lianwu would have left without saying a word.

Only someone with strong family values would do something extreme for their relatives.

Such a person, after making a major decision, would definitely leave something for the family.

"He said he was going to another city to seek medical treatment. He also said there was a doctor specializing in his illness, and that he would return once cured, telling me not to worry."

As the woman spoke these words, her mood was low, and her eyes were filled with helplessness.

Hearing this, Yu Dazhang's spirits lifted.

When the officer in charge of investigating Han Lianwen reported to him that morning, he only mentioned Han Lianwen's personal information and details related to the case from that year.

He hadn't expected that digging a little deeper would yield so much important information.

"What illness does he have? Is it difficult to treat?"

Yu Dazhang didn't want to rub salt in the wound, but some things had to be clarified.

"Hereditary heart disease," the woman replied:

"My husband died from this illness. He was only twenty-eight when it struck, and he passed away within a year."

"Xiao Wu fell ill half a year ago. He was treated in a city hospital for a month, but the results were not very good. Currently, this illness cannot be cured; only the survival period can be extended as much as possible."

So he just gave up and let things go to ruin?

Earlier, when Yu Dazhang watched the surveillance video from the crime scene, he had deduced that the suspect's physical condition was deteriorating. For this reason, he had specifically asked Xia Bin to verify it.

Now the reason was found. The suspect was indeed ill, and it was an incurable disease.

Continue confirming... Yu Dazhang thought for a moment and asked again:

"Did Han Lianwu serve in the military?"

As far as he knew, hereditary heart disease showed no difference from normal people before onset, so it did not affect enlistment.

What truly affected enlistment were congenital heart disease and rheumatic heart disease; these two would affect physical strength and endurance, thus failing to meet the army's requirements for soldiers' physical fitness.

"Xiao Wu enlisted right after graduating from high school."

Speaking of this, a look of pride appeared on the woman's face:

"He received commendations multiple times in the army and only returned last year."

Having received commendations multiple times... Yu Dazhang picked out the key point from her words.

"Do you know what branch of the military he was in?"

"Just an ordinary soldier, I suppose." The woman clearly didn't know much about it:

!

"All I know is that his work in the military was very busy — sometimes he wouldn't contact home for over a year."

Then it had to be... Yu Dazhang had already guessed what branch of the military Han Lianwu had served in.

Special forces!

An ordinary soldier would never have the chance to receive commendations.

Only those serving in branches that carried out special missions could possibly be commended multiple times, because the missions they executed were not only difficult but also life-threatening.

Moreover, the identity and operational information of special forces soldiers were strictly protected, with an extremely high level of confidentiality.

Some special forces soldiers who had carried out highly classified missions, even after retiring, still had blank files.

"Which hospital was he being treated at before?"

"Xicheng Third Hospital."

The woman was completely unguarded against Yu Dazhang's questions — whatever he asked, she answered.

It was obvious she truly had no idea what Han Lianwu had been doing.

"My colleague here works in psychology." Yu Dazhang pointed at Ye Zhiyu and introduced him to the woman:

"Let him go take a look at Han Lianwen — it might help with his condition."

Hearing this, the woman glanced at Ye Zhiyu and said hesitantly:

"Xiaowen's brain damage can't be cured. You'd better..."

She stopped mid-sentence, as if remembering something.

Ye Zhiyu picked up the thread:

"Brain damage is beyond my ability, but I can treat his psychological trauma — at the very least, I can help him forget some of the unpleasant experiences."

He figured the woman had thought of this too, so he simply said it for her.

Sure enough, the moment she heard this, the woman immediately showed a grateful expression:

"Then thank you for your trouble."

Before Ye Zhiyu went inside, Yu Dazhang pulled him aside and whispered an instruction:

"Bring out a strand of hair."

Earlier at the cemetery, he had obtained a urine sample from the suspect — now it could finally be put to use.

Why not just ask the woman directly for a strand of hair, or take a blood sample on the spot?

Because the police had no authority to directly demand a paternity test.

A paternity test should be conducted on the principle of mutual consent between both parties.

This was a principle Yu Dazhang was destined to be unable to follow.

Rules are rigid, people are flexible — he had no choice now but to find another way.

As long as he could prove the suspect shared a blood relation with Han Lianwen, the suspect's identity would no longer be a secret.

A DNA test report could be used as direct evidence.

While waiting, Yu Dazhang asked with concern:

"Any difficulties in life? What's your source of income?"

"No difficulties for now." The woman answered honestly:

"Back then, besides a fixed lump-sum compensation, we also received a treatment fee every year — enough to live on."

"And when Xiaowu left the army, he brought back a sum of money too. I've been saving it for him, to use when he needs treatment."

No wonder the Han family had compromised back then... Yu Dazhang finally understood where the problem lay.

Turns out those beasts had simply paid too much.

(End of chapter)