Chapter 560: What Are You Thinking, You Fugitive?

Those involved are blind to the truth.

Cheng Wenhao believed his plan was flawless, but he overlooked the most critical element: emotion.

He thought only of how to leave his parents enough money so they could live peacefully after his death.

But he forgot that, for his mother, emotion was equally paramount.

Asking a mother to report her own son for money is too difficult.

Cheng Wenhao was then dragged into a police car by officers from the task force.

Yu Dazhang took Lu Zhongxin and the others down to the cellar and performed a symbolic inspection.

He knew Cheng Wenhao couldn't have left the money in the cellar, but the procedure still had to be followed.

Back on the surface, Yu Dazhang approached the woman and asked solemnly:

"Did Cheng Wenhao ever tell you he was leaving you money?"

The woman stood motionless, her eyes fixed on a pool of fresh blood on the ground, her expression vacant, as if she hadn't heard Yu Dazhang's question.

Yu Dazhang frowned and asked again:

"Did he say he was leaving you money?"

The woman still stared at the blood on the ground, not turning her head, only answering in a trembling voice:

"How much?"

Why does this feel so strange… Yu Dazhang hesitated, then answered honestly:

"About three hundred thousand."

He didn't actually know exactly how much money Cheng Wenhao had brought back, but three hundred thousand was certainly there.

For an ordinary family, that amount was enough to support them in old age.

Upon hearing the number, the woman slowly turned her head, looked at Yu Dazhang, and asked:

"If I raise this money, can you guarantee Xiao Hao will live?"

What kind of thing is this… Yu Dazhang never imagined Cheng Wenhao's mother would say something like this.

It sounded as if she intended to sell everything she owned to gather three hundred thousand to save her son's life.

The woman's words indirectly answered Yu Dazhang's earlier question.

Cheng Wenhao did not leave money for his family!

"I can't guarantee it," Yu Dazhang shook his head:

"His final outcome will be decided by the court according to law; all we can do is follow legal procedures."

He knew perfectly well what Cheng Wenhao's outcome would be.

He had already been sentenced to life imprisonment, yet escaped custody before even being transferred out of detention, then committed a mass murder afterward.

Combined, these crimes were more than enough for two death sentences.

Execution was certain, without doubt.

Hiring any lawyer would be Bai Da—even the most famous lawyer in the country could at best delay the inevitable.

Cheng Wenhao's fate was three words: dead for sure.

On the way back, Yu Dazhang kept pondering the whereabouts of the money.

Cheng Wenhao must have hidden the money somewhere, but why didn't he leave it to his parents?

Did he leave it to someone else?

Probably not.

Mainly because, besides his parents, no one else was worth his attachment.

Cheng Wenhao's social connections had already been thoroughly investigated by the Criminal Investigation Task Force.

He had no children, no partner.

His only ex-girlfriend had been murdered by him along with her entire family.

The only people he could care about in this world were his parents.

He still left the money to his family… Yu Dazhang concluded in his mind.

But the method of leaving it remained unclear.

Watching the street scenes blur past the car window, Yu Dazhang's thoughts drifted to another matter.

If Cheng Wenhao's mother reported him, could she claim the reward?

Of course she could.

No reward notice explicitly barred close relatives from claiming the bounty.

Most tips usually come from relatives or friends.