Chapter 242: The Genius and The Devil (2/2)
I ended the conversation by thanking her and returning all the other student files except for Wang Yizhou's.
By this time, it was already noon and Dali began to complain about hunger. I was so busy investigating that I had forgotten about lunch entirely. We simply picked a nearby noodle shop and ordered two bowls of beef noodles. While waiting for our noodles to be served, I phoned Xiaotao and asked her how she was doing.
”Not good,” a dejected voice sounded from the other end of the line. “We’ve sifted through all the employees of the three slaughterhouses but we didn't find anyone who matched those characteristics.”
”What about employees who left?” I asked.
”Do you think I’d forget about that?” Xiaotao gave a weak, watery laugh. “I even went through the list of employees laid off 20 years ago but I came up empty!”
”If he doesn’t work in a slaughterhouse, could he be a self-employed butcher in a market?” I asked.
”That’s too wide a range to go searching,” lamented Xiaotao. “Sigh, looks like we’re all headed for sleepless nights!”
”I did manage to find something here,” I said, trying to cheer her up. “Could you check someone’s household registration information for me?”
”Do you have an ID number?” she asked. “Tell me and I'll send the information to your email later.”
After scarfing down our noodles, I received Wang Yizhou's household registration information from Xiaotao. The columns that read, ”Mother” and “Father” were filled in as deceased. I thought the man who had suddenly popped out of nowhere was an adoptive father but when I looked at his father's date of death, I noticed that it was ten years ago.
I couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise at his name. ”What a coincidence!”
”Why are you surprised?” Dali looked at me puzzledly. “It's not like you at all. Aren’t you usually calm and collected?”
”Here’s a great discovery–the third victim killed ten years ago was Wang Yizhou's biological father!” I cried.
Dali snatched the phone out of my hand and glanced at the information. ”Why do the father and son have different surnames?” he asked.
”Wang Yizhou took his mother's surname,” I stated. “Both mother and the son were probably abandoned by the father who came back years later to adopt him.”
”What a heartless man!” Dali spat his tongue. “He kowtowed in gratitude to the man who murdered his father!”
”I'm afraid it's not that simple!” I shook my head.
The first victim was the dean, the second was a teacher at the orphanage who abused children, and the third was Wang Yizhou's biological father, all of whom had an intersection with Wang Yizhou. Back when Qi Sheng confessed, Wang Yuanchao said he had a gut feeling he wasn’t the murderer from the very beginning.
At this point, the truth was imminent–Qi Sheng didn’t kill those men, Wang Yizhou did! Qi Sheng had taken the blame for his beloved student!
Ten years ago, the three victims were Wang Yizhou's experimental objects. Ten years later, he had already turned himself into Storm Punisher, a murderer with experienced and refined methods.
After hearing me out, Dali’s eyes widened in shock. ”That old man is pretty selfless. Why would he protect a murderer?”
”Perhaps he didn’t want his favorite student’s future to be destroyed,” I speculated. “These are just my own conjectures but it's not difficult to prove them. Catch Wang Yizhou and we’ll know the truth! Come on, let's go explore this sadistic murderer’s thought process.”
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