"Zhēngzi, are you really searching?" Standing outside Zhang's house, Hou Jianjun's expression was solemn, and he didn't turn his head back. He clearly knew that entering Zhang Guoliang's house might bring serious consequences. If he couldn't find any relevant evidence, his position as the head of the city gate would be finished.

  Lu Zhong returned from Cui Hong's house and inquired with the relevant persons in charge of the county literary association several times, hoping to find a common point among the three murdered women who were all literature enthusiasts. Best of all, he hoped to find evidence that their lives had intersected with Principal Zhang's, although when asking questions, he would never mention Principal Zhang, the honorary president of the literary association, and the people at the association had no idea what the police were getting at.

  However, the investigation by the Writers' Association did not find any valuable clues. Among the three victims, only the third victim had submitted manuscripts to the association.

  Lu Zhong thought for several days and then, through Hou Jianjun, found a buddy in the Construction Committee who got him an underground pipeline distribution map. He even personally went down into the sewer. After a careful search, in the area where the drainage pipes from the Number One Middle School faculty residential district flowed into the main pipe, he finally discovered something on the wall, stuck to an oil stain and not washed away by water - a piece of cloth wrapped around a long black hair, and at the root of that hair was a small piece of rotting flesh, which should be scalp. Normally, when people comb their hair, the loose hairs they remove do not have any scalp attached.

  The rag was stuck to the wall at a relatively high position, probably left over from last year's rainy season. It had become entangled with some debris and stuck to the pipe, but since this year's rainy season hadn't arrived yet, the dirty water couldn't reach that height, so it managed to survive.

  Perhaps this is what they mean by "the heavens have a wide net that misses nothing".

  Although these clues alone cannot determine who the murderer is, there is no doubt that through various signs, Principal Zhang became Lu Zhong's number one suspect.

  This morning, Lu Zhong had Hou Jianjun issue a search warrant to avoid drawing attention to himself by going to the bureau to apply for it. Except for the name of the person being searched, all the information on the search warrant, including the address, was handled by Hou Jianjun, and no one would have thought that this search warrant was aimed at a deputy county-level official.

  Because from start to finish, whether it was searching for evidence in the drainage pipes or applying for a search warrant at the county bureau, Hou Jianjun participated throughout. Now he has become closely tied to Lu Zheng, and their relationship has naturally changed in Hou's mind. The slightly unfamiliar term "Commissioner Lu" has also become "Zhengzi".

  Actually, Hou Jianjun still doesn't understand what he's following crazy about, but he can't help but follow Lu Zhong's orders to run errands and do things for him. Perhaps it should be said that he is step by step getting deeper into the mud, in this case, getting more and more trapped, and can only bet that Lu Zhong has guessed correctly and can find the real murderer.

  But standing in front of Principal Zhang's house, Hou Jianjun suddenly realized that if he entered this door, there would be no turning back, and now it was still possible to rein in the horse at the edge of the cliff.

  So Hou Jianjun stopped Lu Zhong who was about to knock on the door and asked: "Really searching?"

  Lu Zhong smiled and stretched out his hand to gently knock on the door.

  The voice was very soft, but to Hou Jianjun's ears it was like thunder. He gritted his teeth, and now that things had come to this point, there was only one way to go - even if there was no evidence, he would have to fabricate some.

  However, Hou Jianjun smiled wryly, if it were an ordinary person, it wouldn't be difficult to get some evidence, but Zhang Guoliang was a prominent figure in Guangning, and he might not be able to let himself be swayed by others.

  The door was quickly pulled open from the inside, and it was Xiaodu who opened the door. He had already "invited" Principal Zhang back from school, where he was working normally. If no one was at home, they would search for physical evidence, which would also be less persuasive.

  When he saw Lu Zhong, Principal Zhang was taken aback for a moment. He had met Lu Zhong for the first time just over ten days ago and still remembered this young man with a strong personality.

  When Lu Zhong showed him the search warrant, Principal Zhang didn't show any particularly excited expression, and only calmly asked: "I can ask why, right?"

  Lu Zhong waved his hand, indicating that Zhang and he sat down on the sofa, while Hou Jianjun, Xiao Du, and a young police officer from the Chengguan Police Station searched for suspicious evidence everywhere.

  Principal Zhang's home has two rooms and a living room, with a sofa, coffee table, and TV in the living room, which is very elegant. The two rooms are a bedroom and a study, and Hou Jianjun and others focused on searching the study, hoping to find clues that could be useful.

  If Principal Zhang was indeed the murderer, then the cloth strip with rotting flesh and hair stuck to it must have been used by Principal Zhang to clean up the blood after handling the body in the bathroom. The cloth strip, which had been used for years to wipe down the toilet, broke apart and went into the toilet along with the blood, flowing into the sewer.

  So if Principal Zhang is the murderer, it can be concluded that there was a large amount of blood in the bathroom at one time, but unfortunately, with current technology, after many days have passed, it cannot be investigated.

  He sat on the sofa across from Principal Zhang, with a coffee table between them. Lu Zhong sat directly opposite Principal Zhang, observing him as he lit a cigarette and suddenly asked: "Do you know Zhang Weihong, Cheng Kun, and Duan Hongmei?" These three people were the three victims who had been killed one after another.

  Principal Zhang was also very calm and took out a cigarette from the ashtray on the tea table, lit it up and said: "I know."

  This was beyond Lu Zhong's expectations. Generally speaking, if someone has a guilty conscience and is suddenly asked about something they are trying to hide, most people will subconsciously say they don't know anything. But as long as they find any clues left behind by the three murdered women in Zhang's house, they can use this as a breakthrough point to break through Zhang's psychological defenses.

  Principal Zhang's answer made Lu Zhong realize that he had encountered a formidable opponent, and the possibility of Principal Zhang being the real culprit also increased greatly. After all, the three women's social circles were far apart, and someone who could simultaneously intersect with their lives was quite suspicious. Coupled with the various clues discovered in recent days, it was likely that Principal Zhang was the real culprit.

  Principal Zhang frankly admitted to knowing them, naturally because there is no wall in the world that doesn't leak wind. He met with these three women, no matter how hidden, and it's possible that someone would see them. If he said he didn't know them, and then was exposed as a lie, then he would be suspected of inviting trouble.

  In fact, if Principal Zhang was not the murderer, his subconscious reaction might also be to avoid suspicion, but he calmly admitted it, which shows his high psychological quality.

  "What is your relationship with them?" Lu Zhong continued to ask, and for some reason, he felt a slight thrill at how difficult his opponent was to deal with.

  "Zhang Weihong and I have a certain emotional foundation, but we are in a normal male-female relationship, it's platonic love, you know what platonic means?"

  "Cheng Kun is not very familiar with me, a night school student, who has submitted manuscripts to me."

  "Duan Hongmei likes poetry, and I suppose we can be considered teacher and student."

  When mentioning these three people, Principal Zhang's tone was very calm, but Lu Zhong keenly noticed that his eyes revealed a hint of pain. Lu Zhong was slightly surprised, as this didn't seem like the kind of emotion a ruthless killer should reveal. Perhaps, no matter who the person is, deep down, they all have an unknown side.

  "Since it's all a normal relationship, why are you so keen on keeping it secret? Not only the staff at the Writers' Association, but even Qin teacher who lives opposite your door hasn't seen these female friends of yours." Lu Zhong continued to ask.

  Principal Zhang sighed and smiled wryly: "This young comrade, you don't understand because you're not at my age. Not only me, but also them, are afraid of being seen together by others and causing rumors. Every time they want me to guide their writing, they come to my home like thieves. I'm also very helpless, but if we go outside, it's even easier for people to see us."

  Du Xiaohu, who had just come out of the bedroom, heard Principal Zhang call Lu Zhong "Little Comrade" and immediately rebuked him, saying: "Don't rely on your age to bully others! Be honest!" He didn't care who the other person was, let alone that he was just a suspect.

  Hou Jianjun flipped through the books on the bookshelf, and when he heard Du Xiaohu's rebuke, he couldn't help but shake his head. He didn't know either why Du Xiaohu showed a kind of reverence, protection and obedience to Lu Zhong that went beyond their comrades-in-arms relationship. Perhaps this was an emotion that could only be produced in the midst of gunfire and rain.

  Lu Zhong gave Du Xiaohu a look and continued to ask Principal Zhang: "So, all three of them have been here."

  Principal Zhang nodded calmly and said, "Everyone has been here, but not many times. The most frequent visitor was Duan Hongmei, who came only three times. I remember that the third time was when I had a high fever, she took care of me for a whole night."

  Lu Zhong smiled and now looked at it. It was here that he found the traces of three women who had been there, and he could also make sense of it for himself.

  After some thought, Lu Zhong asked: "So on June 10th last year, June 17th, and September 9th, where were you and what were you doing?"

  With current technology, it is impossible to accurately determine the exact date of death from the three victims' remains. The dates of their disappearance are used as a substitute for the dates of their murder. The first victim, Zhang Weihong, went missing on June 10th. The second victim, Cheng Kun, went missing on June 17th. As for the third victim, Duan Hongmei, due to her being an artistic youth who loved poetry and painting, had many friends, and often went out of town to paint, so it is difficult to determine the exact date of her disappearance. Her body was found on September 9th.

  June 10th, June 17th and September 9th are all Sundays.

  But Lu Zhong knew that after a year had passed, it was pointless to ask, and indeed, Principal Zhang shook his head and said, "Who still remembers what happened last year?"

  Hou Jianjun took out a photo album from the study, and Lu Zhong slowly flipped through it. The album was full of photos of Principal Zhang's family, including pictures of his children on vacation. There were also photos of Principal Zhang with his late wife. Lu Zhong smiled and asked Principal Zhang who the people in the photos were, and Principal Zhang answered calmly one by one.

  It's strange that there isn't a single photo of his eldest son in the album.

  After a while, Hou Jianjun came out of the study first and whispered to Lu Zhong: "It seems that nothing can be found, even if clues are found, this old thing can make excuses. Let's just fix him with a hooliganism crime, detain him, and we'll investigate slowly." It was during the period of severe crackdown on crime, and style problems were a big issue. Zhang Guoliang had an unknown relationship with three women, which he himself admitted to. Fixing him with a hooliganism crime was no problem, so Hou Jianjun's mind was at ease. At least, there would be no mistake in the investigation, and he wouldn't have to worry about being criticized after returning. In his mouth, "Principal Zhang" had also become "this old thing".

  Lu Zhong slightly furrowed his brow. If there were no other suspects in the bureau, they would first detain Zhang Guoliang and then conduct a thorough investigation to find some clues. But since suspect Li Weijun had already been sent for examination, where was the time to do it slowly?

  And looking at the album, I remembered what Xia Tian had said to him in the summer. Looking at Principal Zhang's behavior, Lu Zhong had some new ideas again.

  "I'll go take a look in the study." Lu Zhong got up and entered the study.

  The most eye-catching thing in the study is the huge bookcase against the wall, with countless books densely packed inside. In front of the bookcase is a chair, and it seems that Hou Jianjun stepped on the chair to flip through the top ones as well.

  Lu Zhong paced in front of the bookshelf, eyes closed, his fingers tracing over the spines of the books. The three women must have all been inside this study before; what would they do in there?

  Lu Zheng quietly thought to himself, if he were them, what would he do, and what did he most want to do?

  Since her rebirth, the three victims had almost become the objects of Lu Zhen's daily research. Perhaps they didn't even understand themselves as well as Lu Zhen did, especially some subconscious things.

  For example, the first victim Zhang Weihong, 31 years old, was the only one of the three victims who had a husband. From Zhang Guoliang's tone, Lu Zheng also knew that she should have had an emotional relationship with Zhang Guoliang. Zhang Weihong was a person who dared to love and hate, and before her disappearance, she was in the process of divorcing her husband, which required great courage in today's society. Her husband naturally became one of the initial suspects.

  The second victim, Cheng Kun, was a 25-year-old factory worker who was diligent and hardworking. She was also attending night school, where Zhang Guoliang had taught before. Perhaps this was how the two met. From Zhang's flat tone when talking about her, it seemed he didn't have any special feelings towards her. He would occasionally point out mistakes in her writing, but she too became one of his targets for murder.

  The third victim, Duan Hongmei, was mentioned by Zhang Guoliang in a very calm tone, but she was not his student. He referred to their relationship as "teacher-student friendship". Moreover, she had taken care of him for one night when he had a high fever, indicating that the two had a very close relationship.

  Duan Hongmei, due to her extensive social connections and the most feedback information in all aspects, Lu Zhong may also be the one who understood her best before she was harmed. Principal Zhang was also listed as a suspect because of a small phrase from Byron's poem. The same phrase was found in Duan Hongmei's belongings, with drafts written over and over again on scraps of paper that Principal Zhang had recited.

  Lu Zhong suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked back. His hand lightly touched a few modern poetry books. The left and right sections of the bookshelf were all filled with poetry books, including works by French poet Baudelaire, British poet Tennyson, contemporary Chinese poet Zi Yang, and many others.

  Lu Zhong smiled contentedly. Duan Hongmei was a romantic and self-righteous girl who liked to make decisions for others, which had caused her to fall out with many friends.

  But from these days of understanding, Principal Zhang is a man who does not bother with trivial matters in academics, and the same goes for his life. From the cluttered arrangement under his tea table, it's hard to believe that he would categorize all the books in this huge bookcase one by one.

  It was likely that Duan Hongmei had arranged the bookcase, as all the poetry books were facing the direction of her fingers. Lu Zhong was 100% sure that Duan Hongmei had helped Principal Zhang arrange the bookcase. The direction of her fingers was closest to the desk and most eye-catching, showing that the person who arranged the bookcase loved poetry very much. In fact, compared to poetry literature, Zhang Guoliang paid more attention to physical research, and when he taught, he taught physics.

  Lu Zhong didn't rush to take action, but quietly looked at the spine of this book of poems, and slowly closed his eyes. He was thinking that if he were Duan Hongmei, what would he do when organizing the bookshelf...

  Perhaps the "I" with a romantic adventurous spirit would like to tell the host something through this bookshelf?

  Because of "me", whether it's a quarrel with friends or making up, I always show my emotions in a strange way...

  Then, Lu Zhong suddenly opened his eyes. Indeed, he had felt something was off just now. In the bookcase, there were actually no books by Byron.

  Duan Hongmei's relics, the small poems she left behind, clearly show that she was deeply influenced by Browning. The words are simple and the emotions are deep. Even if Principal Zhang didn't have a collection of Browning's poetry, she should have given him one. Moreover, Principal Zhang had also recited Browning's poetry, so it can be inferred that he wouldn't not have collected his works.

  Lu Zhong thought for a moment, and his fingers began to slowly slide along the spines of the books again. Then, the tips of his fingers transmitted a different feeling, already at the edge of the poetry section. Next to the poetry works was a "Cihai" (a dictionary), which was different from ordinary books, with a thick hardcover packaging. This was the source of the unusual feeling that suddenly came to his fingertips.

  Lu Zhong slowly smiled and suddenly said loudly outside: "Principal Zhang, haven't you moved the bookshelf for a long time?"

  "Yes."

  When Lu Zhong asked the question, Hou Jianjun brought Zhang Guoliang over and stood at the door of the study room. Zhang Guoliang looked at Lu Zhong's movements and responded with a sound.

  At this time, Lu Zhong had slowly dug out this thick Cihai, opened the shell and said: "Is it that after killing Duan Hongmei, you never wanted to touch these bookshelves arranged by her according to her preferences?"

  Zhang Guoliang remained silent.

  After Lu Zhong opened the thick paper shell of Cihai, what was wrapped inside was actually a set of Browning's Complete Works. As for the pages of Cihai, they were naturally all torn out.

  The cover of "The Complete Works of Browning" has a delicate pen inscription: "You've finally found it!"

  Hou Jianjun walked over and looked at it, asking unclearly: "What is this?"

  Lu Zhong sighed and said: "It's Duan Hongmei's handwriting, perhaps it's also what she hoped we'd find as evidence?"

  Hou Jianjun was unclear about the situation, but when he suddenly heard Lu Zhong say that, he let out a loud shout and jumped back a step. He felt his scalp go numb, as if every hair on his head was standing on end. His voice trembled slightly: "You? What did you just say?"

  Lu Zhong was shocked by the sudden discovery, but immediately realized that this wasn't Hou Jianjun's fault either. Suddenly seeing the dead person's note "You finally found it!", and realizing that he and Hou Jianjun were there to look for evidence of her murder, and he had even said he hoped it was evidence, a normal person would feel a chill run down their spine and be startled.

  Lu Zhong helplessly glanced at Hou Jianjun and said: "This was written by Duan Hongmei to Principal Zhang, what are you afraid of?"

  Hou Jianjun patted his own forehead and scolded with a smile: "Zhengzi, you're talking so loudly! Tell me, if I suddenly said that to you, wouldn't you be scared?"

  Lu Zhong slowly turned the pages, but saw that the first page was densely filled with small steel pen characters, which was a passionate love letter. Lu Zhong glanced at it for a few moments before handing it to Hou Jianjun and saying: "Take a look, this is what's called heavenly justice, retribution without fail."

  In this love letter, apart from Duan Hongmei's bold confession to Principal Zhang, there is also this passage: "That day, you were running a high fever, but in your heart, you couldn't forget your loved one, and you were shouting loudly: 'Wei Hong, Cheng Kun, it was I who killed you!' Although I don't know who these two people are, I am so envious of them. How I wish I could be like them, living forever in your heart..."

  It seems that Principal Zhang still has a sense of guilt in his subconscious, so he revealed the heavenly secret when he had a high fever, and Duan Hongmei naturally didn't know who these two people were, and Cheng Kun's name was also written with one wrong character.

  Hou Jianjun finished reading and turned around, slapping Zhang Principal with a loud slap, scolding: "Old rascal, do you dare to quibble now?" As he spoke, he showed Zhang Principal the love letter from afar.

  Principal Zhang's face turned pale in an instant, his usual composure and pride vanished, and he seemed to collapse suddenly.

  ……

  In the living room, Principal Zhang slowly recounted the process of killing and dismembering the three victims, while Hou Jianjun asked questions and Du Xiaohu took notes.

  Principal Zhang even admitted that it was he who forced his wife to take a large amount of sleeping pills and then hanged her to create the illusion of suicide.

  In fact, the first sentence of Hou Jianjun's interrogation before the transcript was made caused Principal Zhang to collapse. Hou asked him: "Was your wife also killed by you, rather than having committed suicide?"

  Principal Zhang suddenly slumped onto the sofa, muttering: "Injustice... injustice..."

  After a while, under Hou Jianjun's scolding, he finally let out a long sigh and said: "Alright, I'll tell you everything!"

  Principal Zhang said that he and Zhang Weihong were in a May-December romance, secretly dating for over a year, but never wanted to marry her. Until Zhang Weihong went home to get a divorce and forced him to get a divorce and then marry her. Later, Principal Zhang killed her to silence her.

  The second victim, Cheng Kun, happened to see the incomplete remains of Zhang Weihong's limbs in the bathroom, so he was killed to silence him.

  As for the third victim Duan Hongmei, she was also too clingy, which annoyed him and led him to kill her.

  The dates they were killed were June 10th, June 17th and September 9th of last year.

  Lu Zhong sat on the sofa with his eyes slightly closed, seemingly resting, but in fact he was carefully listening to Zhang Guoliang's words, and as he listened, his brow furrowed more and more.

  After finishing the transcript, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. Hou Jianjun stretched and sat up, leaning forward to whisper to Lu Zhong, "Zhongzi, let's report this case directly to Director Zhang."

  Lu Zhong gently patted his shoulder and didn't make a sound.

  Hou Jianjun still doesn't know the depth of the water in the bureau. He thinks that cracking the case will definitely be a great achievement, but he has no idea that this hot potato will cause a huge stir in the bureau.

  Moreover, Lu Zhong looked at Zhang Guoliang's pale face and his doubts grew. Now it seemed that he had clearly explained everything, but it was far from his own analysis of the case. The murderer he had outlined should have a very dark and twisted mind, so it was likely that during the Cultural Revolution, Zhang Guoliang's wife had an affair and he himself suffered persecution, causing him to be stimulated mentally, no longer believing in women's loyalty, and cruelly killing them in order to possess them forever.

  But the motive for killing the three female victims, as explained by Principal Zhang, is so simple: forced marriage? Murder to silence? This doesn't make sense at all. But since he has confessed everything, why would he still want to hide something? Sometimes, people with dark minds also hope to tell everything and won't be ashamed to show their mental state.

  "Zhuangzi, let's go?" Hou Jianjun smiled and put his pen into the pocket of his jacket.

  Lu Zhong shook his head and said, "No, no." Then he got up and went into the study.

  Hou Jianjun was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?" He followed behind and chased after him, but saw Lu Zhong shaking his head, rummaging through boxes and drawers. Hou Jianjun asked in surprise, "What are you looking for?"

  Lu Zhong muttered: "I don't know, it's just not right, let me take a look."

  Hou Jianjun felt a chill run down his spine, and the back of his neck was slightly cool. It's rare to see Zengzi being so mysterious, what's going on?

  Hou Jianjun suddenly saw that he was holding evidence in his hand, with the cover showing a clear and elegant handwriting: "You finally found it!" Hou Jianjun felt a chill run down his spine, and every hair on his head stood up.

  Lu Zhong rushed out again like a gust of wind, as if he had entered Zhang Guoliang's bedroom, and similarly rummaged through it. Suddenly, he heard him shout: "Hu Zi, go to No. 1 Middle School and see if they have a school log."

  Hou Jianjun patted his own forehead, today was all scared by Lu Zhong, before he himself didn't have such a small temper.

  Just as Hu Zi was about to go out, Lu Zhong shouted loudly: "No need!" Then, he slowly walked out of the bedroom.

  Lu Zhen, who walked to Principal Zhang's side, had his eyes restored to their usual clarity and calmness. He sat down, slowly opened the photo album, and said: "Principal Guoliang, you must hate your eldest son very much?"

  Zhang Guoliang was stunned for a moment, "What did you say? I don't understand."

  Lu Zheng flipped through the album page by page. "If you don't hate him, why isn't there a single photo of his in this album? Not even a family portrait has his place."

  Zhang Guoliang's face turned pale and he said, "He doesn't have time."

  "Is there no time?" Lu Zhong smiled lightly and said: "If I'm not mistaken, he should be a doctor, 28 years old this year, working at the Municipal People's Hospital. I don't know if he was in Guangning from June 10th to 17th, or if he also came to Guangning on September 9th, Sunday."

  "There's no one, he never came back, I said it was me who killed him, it has nothing to do with him..." As Zhang Guoliang spoke, his face turned even paler. He realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake.

  Lu Zhong nodded: "You hate him, but you also love him, because he is your son, and blood ties can't be changed." He lightly flipped through the photo album: "He came back on the day of the murder and the body was dumped, we would naturally go to the city to investigate, but you, on June 10th, weren't in Guangning, because I found last year's calendar in your bedroom, with a circle drawn around it. Starting from June 9th, you went out of town on business, and didn't return until the 11th."

  Lu Zhen slowly raised his head, looking at Zhang Guoliang, and said word by word: "Moreover, we can go to the school to investigate, your reimbursement receipts for train tickets always have a stub. So, it's better to tell us the truth, what exactly happened? If you confess, you'll be lenient, otherwise, it will only harm you and your son. If I'm not mistaken, your son should have psychological problems, and he might not necessarily be sentenced to death." The words that followed were Lu Zhen starting to deceive Zhang Guoliang. In this era, a doctor would never be able to use mental illness as an excuse to reduce his sentence. He would definitely be targeted. However, when public security personnel interrogate, they will stop at nothing, using not only hard violence but also soft tactics, deception, and enticement to get the other party to confess. Lu Zhen was no exception, having been influenced by the darkness around him.

  Zhang Guoliang was dazed, his face a blank, and finally he said in a low voice: "Alright, I'll say..."

  Lu Zhong nodded slightly and began to flip through the album. As Zhang Guoliang introduced the people in the photos, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Later, he recalled what Xia Tianhang had told him before. When Zhang Guoliang first broke down and wanted to confess to the crime of killing his wife, he kept scolding his son for being unfilial. Now thinking about it, even if his son was unfilial, what did that have to do with him killing his wife?

  Duan Hongmei described Zhang Guoliang's dream talk, saying it clearly. In the dream talk, Zhang Guoliang said that he "harmed to death" Zhang Weihong and Cheng Kun, rather than "killed" them. In the Guangning dialect, the meanings of "harm to death" and "kill" are different; if you think carefully about it, the difference is like a hair's breadth, but the mistake is a thousand miles away.

  So, Lu Zhong thought from head to toe, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was not right, his initial judgment of Zhang Guoliang might have been misdirected. Then, who is the real murderer? Zhang Guoliang would rather admit guilt than reveal the truth, and this person could commit a crime in the Zhang family, and Zhang Guoliang had not been in Guangning before or after June 10th, under various signs, so the murderer was about to be revealed.

  Next, Zhang Guoliang's description was roughly the same as what Lu Zhong had thought. Zhang Guoliang's eldest son, Zhang Mingshan, had been neurotic since childhood because his mother was humiliated and called a "broken shoe". In his youth, he suffered all sorts of ridicule and humiliation, until one day, he could no longer bear it, and after giving his mother sleeping pills, he strangled her to death.

  Since then, Zhang Mingshan has been harboring a deep-seated hatred for the woman who appeared beside his father. Therefore, the elegant and refined Zhang Guoliang never remarried until last year when Zhang Mingshan discovered the secret between his father and Zhang Weihong. Taking advantage of his father's business trip, he took a week-long leave to return to Guangning, lured Zhang Weihong to Zhang Guoliang's home, killed her, and brutally dismembered her body.

  As for the death of the second victim, Cheng Kun, it was indeed because he discovered a human hand in Zhang Guoliang's home. This hand had been left behind by Zhang Mingshan to admire. Therefore, she was poisoned by Zhang Mingshan, who had stayed behind in Guangning after quarreling with her father.

  In June, the high school entrance examination was a heavy task, and teachers often worked overtime. Moreover, people were afraid of being suspected, so Zhang Weihong and Cheng Kun rarely visited Zhang Guoliang's home, let alone being seen by others. Even if they were seen, it was hard to make out their appearance under their headscarves or hats. Besides, the few women were not stunningly beautiful nor ugly, but rather ordinary-looking, and even if someone saw them once in a while, how could they be remembered? Therefore, later when the police showed photos and asked questions door-to-door, no one in the residential building of No. 1 Middle School had any impression of them.

  Three months later, Zhang Mingshan killed Duan Hongmei again, who was very close to his father in his eyes.

  Zhang Guoliang was extremely painful, but the tiger poison did not eat its son. For this son, he took all kinds of shielding measures, and even helped his son destroy the body to confuse the public security vision. A part of the remains were still discarded by him.

  "You're a waste of humanity!" Hou Jianjun frowned as he listened, and couldn't help but add another sentence.

  Zhang Guoliang, who had just finished explaining everything, seemed to have used up his last bit of strength, slumping onto the sofa, clutching his hair tightly, muttering to himself, as if he was reciting Zhang Weihong's name, and was about to go see her or something. Clearly, his deceased wife had wronged him after all, and in his heart, she didn't hold a candle to his later lover with whom he had developed a passionate romance.

  Some looked at Zhang Guoliang with pity, Lu Zhong whispered to Hou Jianjun: "Keep a close eye on him, don't let him commit suicide."

  Hou Jianjun patted his chest and smiled: "Don't worry, I've got it." But soon Hou's expression turned serious, and he asked, "What do you want to do?" Apparently, after the initial joy of solving the case, Hou also knew that things were not so simple. Li Weijun had already been sent for inspection, and now another suspect had suddenly appeared, with solid evidence. So, it was not just Gao Zhikai's face that would be slapped.

  But anyway, Hou Jianjun gave a thumbs up, and now he truly admired this young political commissar. Such an bizarre case was unraveled by him thread by thread, revealing the truth bit by bit, it's simply breathtaking.

  In the past, it was just flattering and fawning, but in his heart, he didn't have much respect for Lu Zhong.

  Du Xiaohu and the young police officers at the police station looked up to Lu Zhong with admiration, thinking that Lu Zhong was even more amazing than the detectives on TV.