Chapter 860: Mature Pattern

"Where are you? Are you safe?" Jiang Yuan immediately returned to the private room. While turning on the speakerphone, he gestured to Wang Chuanxing with his mouth: *Case. *

Wang Chuanxing's heart tightened. He immediately stood up to rummage through his bag, first taking out the laptop and tablet inside, while saying to Bai Jian beside him, "Director Bai, can we apply for technical investigation resources?"

"No problem." Bai Jian's reaction was a bit slow, but he also quickly took out his phone.

Compared to his status as a criminal police captain, Bai Jian, now a deputy director, could mobilize significantly more resources. It was like the difference between a regular criminal police team having to specifically apply for technical investigation support versus Bai Jian stepping in to coordinate it—they were two different concepts, and two different speeds.

Furthermore, emerging investigative departments like cyber security and image investigation, while closely related to the criminal police, mostly had separate resources. This was why the level of special task forces for major and important cases had to be sufficiently high.

At the same time, an answer came from Uncle Eleven on Jiang Yuan's phone: "I'm at home, I'm fine for now."

"You just said you were dying; were you joking?" Jiang Yuan's brows were tightly locked. In his impression, Uncle Eleven didn't have a humorous bone in his body. He was the type of person who would clumsily ask others how much he had sent when handing out red envelopes, afraid of sending too little, yet also afraid of sending too much.

Such an outlandish joke was absolutely not Uncle Eleven's style.

Uncle Eleven was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I feel quite bad."

"Are you physically unwell?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"A little, but that's not the reason." After answering, Uncle Eleven said in a low voice, "I recently got a girlfriend. Things progressed quite quickly. We've been talking about marriage and such lately, and she's quite understanding... I just thought about my previous girlfriends, who were all eager to buy new houses before marriage and have their names put on the deeds. A-Lin doesn't want a house or a car, so I had a friend look into it."

"And then?" Jiang Yuan was not surprised.

Uncle Eleven was divorced, having split half the house with Aunt Eleven, and the two children were also under Aunt Eleven's care. Aunt Eleven still lived in Jiang Village and continued to participate in various activities and gatherings there, maintaining good relationships with her sisters-in-law. Uncle Eleven, on the other hand, despite having over a dozen small houses in his name, lived a drifting life, relying entirely on luxury cars and famous watches to date a few girlfriends, all of whom eventually broke up with him.

Uncle Eleven on the other end of the phone paused for a moment and said, "A-Lin had three ex-husbands before, and two of them committed suicide. My friend looked into it further; she had dated other boyfriends before that. I don't know exactly how many, but at least three of them committed suicide."

Jiang Yuan was stunned upon hearing this. The police bigwigs at the dining table, who had been smiling and considering how to ease the awkwardness, all retracted their smiles one by one.

There was no need for police-style professional sensitivity here; even ordinary people would feel something was wrong upon hearing this.

Historically, sayings about "cursing one's husband" or "cursing one's wife" might sound like nonsense, but in reality, they made too much sense.

Ancient criminal investigation methods were limited, and cases involving family matters were even harder to investigate. But for an outsider, you don't need to pursue the truth; you just need to avoid the danger.

A man losing his wife in his first marriage is bad luck; losing his wife in his second marriage is an accident; if his wife dies in his third marriage, that's called a pattern. It's like an astronomer observing Halley's Comet fly by 152 years ago, observing it again 76 years ago, and looking up with their neck craned this year, confirming it's flying by for the third time—then you can derive a simple pattern and proceed to verify it: This man curses his wives!

Clearly, Uncle Eleven, who lacked a sense of humor but had money, actually possessed a scientific spirit. Through a private investigation, he had already reached a shocking conclusion: My new fiancée is a Black Widow.

"Are you alone right now?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"No, I'm with... A-Lin. That... I'll hang up first..." Uncle Eleven said, hurriedly pressing the end call button.

Jiang Yuan put away his phone, looked to both sides, and first mobilized some emotional intelligence, joking, "My Uncle Eleven's intention to end the call is a bit ominous."

"More than that." Bai Jian's expression was serious. "This matter cannot be taken lightly. Let's send someone to protect him first. It's best to warn him not to eat or drink anything for the time being; the probability of women killing using poison is relatively high."

"I've already asked officers from the nearby police station to go." While explaining, Mu Zhiyang also informed Jiang Yuan, "I called Director Tan of the Zouma Road Police Station, and I also called Zhou Ta, asking him to make a special trip."

The Jiang Village residential area was under the jurisdiction of the Zouma Road Police Station. Jiang Yuan and his team had previously helped Director Tan clear a batch of cases, arresting people in several rooms. Zhou Ta was a middle-aged auxiliary police officer at the Zouma Road Police Station. Although he was an auxiliary officer, in the small territory of the police station, an auxiliary officer who had worked for twenty years certainly had no power, but he knew all the various relationships and situations in the station like the back of his hand, making him the least likely person to be deceived or fooled.

As long as Mu Zhiyang notified Director Tan, allowed Zhou Ta to get authorization, and then hoisted Jiang Yuan's banner, the team Zhou Ta pulled together would be absolutely effective.

Jiang Yuan understood as soon as he heard it. He thought for a moment and then said, "Call my dad too, and notify Uncle Qiang to reduce the risk. Wang Chuanxing, pull out all these suicide cases and take a look."

If Jiang Yuan called his dad himself, the level of importance attached to it probably wouldn't be as high as a colleague calling his dad.

Mu Zhiyang and Wang Chuanxing responded "Yes" one after another.

Wang Chuanxing contacted the members of the cold case task force remaining in Ningtai County. First, he pulled out Uncle Eleven's information, then filtered out a woman named Wang Lin based on his call times and frequency. After checking the relevant information and seeing that both had records of checking into hotels, he naturally listed her as a suspected girlfriend.

Subsequent technicians then broke down Wang Lin's relevant information for a detailed check, quickly matching the files of her three previous marriages and the two suicides of her ex-husbands. This could basically be confirmed as the same person.

However, because it was a case sent over from Jiang Yuan's side, the technicians checked it with extra detail. Soon, WeChat records, Alipay records, records of being in different places at different times every day, as well as the driving trajectories of the car license plates, etc...

Wang Chuanxing, following Uncle Eleven's information, expanded the scope like spreading a pancake, checking whether Uncle Eleven had other girlfriends, or whether there were other women who wanted to be his girlfriend.

Not long after, Wang Chuanxing summarized the information from all parties and handed it to Jiang Yuan, saying, "Two of the three ex-husbands committed suicide, and three of the multiple boyfriends committed suicide. In fact, we also found two other non-natural deaths of suspected ex-boyfriends of Wang Lin, which were also suicides. These are the photos."

As Wang Chuanxing said this, he placed a stack of photos into Jiang Yuan's hands.

"Drowning... high fall, high fall... drowning." Jiang Yuan flipped through them casually and couldn't help but say, "It looks like there's a bit of a mature pattern." ===== CHAPTER 861 =====