I also didn’t expect that the police would remind me to pay attention to my health one second, but then ask such pointed questions the next second.
Zhao Changlin's heart tightened, but he still tried to control his emotions and said with a wry smile: "Police...comrade police, you...you are not kidding me, are you?"
"Of course, maybe this is just a hypothesis." Seeing that Zhao Changlin's reaction was better than he had imagined, Gu Chen started to expand the topic:
"The thing is like this. Yesterday, we found a corpse on the mountain at the other end of Wangchao Town. The deceased was from Hubei Province. He had been leaving early and returning late every day for more than ten days to worship on the mountain."
"On inquiry, I found out that this person from another province was worshiping the homeless artist from Hubei Province who was burned to death at the sponge factory in Wangchao Town 15 years ago."
"So, we became suspicious of the motive and identity of the deceased, and when we searched for the body that had been buried for 15 years, we found that the coffin was empty..."
"What?" Zhao Changlin was stunned just by hearing this.
These things seem to be familiar to me who has been running a furniture factory business in Wangchao Town.
Especially the fire that happened 15 years ago, the accident scene was right next door, so it has always been vivid in Zhao Changlin's mind.
But now, the police say that the tomb buried in the mountain is actually an empty coffin, which somewhat subverts Zhao Changlin's understanding.
"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" Seeing Zhao Changlin's frightened expression, Gu Chen also asked.
"Oh." Zhao Changlin reacted and tried to calm down, and then said: "You...just keep talking."
"Okay." Gu Chen nodded and continued, "The coffin was already empty when we dug it out."
"But we have inquired and found that there were no valuables in the coffin of the wandering artist when he was buried."
"Furthermore, many people in Wangchao Town should know it, so the possibility of the tomb being robbed is very small."
"And the most bizarre thing is that the skeleton of the wandering artist has also disappeared. What does this mean?"
"Explain...explain that the person who dug the tomb was not trying to rob the tomb, but had other motives?" After being reminded by Gu Chen, Zhao Changlin also followed the train of thought and said casually.
Gu Chen snapped his fingers and said, "Yes, that's the situation, but we found a ghost head pattern in the coffin at the scene and within 200 meters of the surrounding area."
"After investigation, we found that the ghost head pattern was painted not long ago, and it seems that someone did it deliberately."
"So, after many inquiries, we learned that the source of the ghost head pattern actually came from a comic strip serialized in Neon Kingdom."
"And what's weird is that the author of this comic is from Wangchao Town, but because of the relationship problems 15 years ago, his psychology began to become distorted, so that in the end he couldn't think about it and committed suicide by jumping into the river. Do you know about this?
"
"Suicide by jumping into the river?" After hearing Gu Chen's reminder, various vague scenes from 15 years ago seemed to appear in Zhao Changlin's mind again.
Zhao Changlin hesitated for a moment and asked Gu Chen: "Is the person who committed suicide by jumping into the river a young woman?"
"Yes, the comic author is a woman." Seeing that Zhao Changlin seemed to know something, Lu Weiwei quickly agreed.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently, frowning and said: "So, I seem to have some impression."
"I remember that there were a lot of strange things that happened that year, including the homeless artist who was burned to death in the sponge factory, my son who had no news since he ran away from home, and the woman who committed suicide by jumping into the river."
Shaking his head, Zhao Changlin also said helplessly: "It's really fate that manipulates people. I don't know what is going on in this world? Why is it like this?"
After a pause, Zhao Changlin seemed to remember something again, so he quickly raised his head and asked Gu Chen: "Officer Gu, do you mean that the ghost head pattern that suddenly appeared came from the female cartoonist who committed suicide?"
"But what does this have to do with the disappearance of my son? Why do you think that the homeless artist who was burned to death in the sponge factory was actually my missing son?"
"Having said that, I have to mention that comic." Seeing that Zhao Changlin seemed to be thinking about this aspect, Officer Wang quickly reminded him:
"In order to investigate these clues, we also asked our friends studying and working in Neon Country to take photos of the comic and upload them."
"After analysis and discussion, we found that many plots in the comics have a high degree of overlap with what happened here in Wangchao Town."
"Including the ghost head patterns that appear in the comics, and you have to know that when we found those ghost head patterns on the mountain, those patterns were carved recently."
"This shows that someone was deliberately reminding us, which allowed us to find the source of the ghost head pattern, which was the comic."
"Finally, based on the content of that comic, I discovered a lot of tricks."
"Then...is there any overlapping content mentioned in this comic?" Hearing what Officer Wang said, Zhao Changlin also became nervous.
Yuan Shasha on the side quickly replied: "When we were interpreting this comic, we found that there was also a fire in the comic that also burned to death an outsider."
"It is quite similar to the fire that happened in Wangchao Town 15 years ago, but the result given in the comic content is."
"Actually, the person who was burned to death that day was not the wandering artist from other provinces, but the son of a wealthy businessman in the small town."
"And the son of the wealthy businessman was missing for some reason, so no one thought the burnt body was suspicious."
"But in comparison, 15 years ago, the burnt corpse was believed to be that of a homeless artist, perhaps because the person was wearing the clothes of a homeless artist or the paraphernalia of a homeless artist."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This makes everyone naturally think that it is a wandering artist when they are unable to determine the identity of the charred corpse."
"Yes." After hearing this, Lu Weiwei quickly agreed: "Xiao Yuan is right, and the burnt erhu stand was right next to the burnt corpse."
"This further increased everyone's identification of the burned victim. Therefore, people at that time may have naturally defined the burned corpse as a wandering artist from other provinces."
"After all, everyone has seen this man playing the erhu and asking for money in front of major businesses before, so they are deeply impressed by him."
"But what if, that day, someone stole the clothes and put the coat that was originally a wandering artist on your son, and then set it on fire..."
"Stop talking." After hearing this, Zhao Changlin seemed to understand what the police meant.
But at the same time, Zhao Changlin seemed a little reluctant to admit it and the direction of the police investigation.
Seeing that Zhao Changlin was a little emotional, Zhang Wenxia quickly comforted him: "Boss Zhao, please don't get excited yet."
"For now, we are still in the investigation stage of this case, and we are just trying to verify some key clues with you."
"After all, your son disappeared mysteriously, didn't you think that he might no longer be alive?"
"Of course I have thought about it." Faced with Zhang Wenxia's question, Zhao Changlin's mood suddenly became tense, and he said with sobs:
"For so many years, for 15 years, my son has disappeared without any reason. Could it be that I didn't know that my son might have had an accident outside? I have thought about it."
"However, after all, he was not found, which means that he may still be alive."
Looking up at the complicated expressions of the police, Zhao Changlin also smiled bitterly and said: "I know, my idea is very naive and makes you feel ridiculous."
"However, I would rather believe that my son is still alive than believe that he is no longer alive."
"I have always believed in this for so many years, and this has supported me bit by bit to survive until now."
"Otherwise, my body might have collapsed long ago."
"But you also have to recognize the reality, don't you? Sometimes, we have to speak with evidence." Lu Weiwei said.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently: "Officer Lu is right, but you..."
After saying this, Zhao Changlin choked up again. After trying to calm down, he raised his head and said:
"But, but you said that the person who was burned to death in the fire in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago might have been my son."
"And if that person is really the son I have been searching for for so many years, that is simply a travesty."
"If this is the case, then my son's body has been buried in the mountain for 15 years but no one cares about it, and I have been foolishly looking for traces of him. I...I...I feel sorry for him."
At the end, perhaps because he was too uncomfortable, Zhao Changlin lost control of his emotions again and burst into tears.
"Boss Zhao." Seeing this situation, Zhang Wenxia also sat next to him, wanting to comfort him with a few words.
But Zhao Changlin still waved his right hand and said with red eyes: "I just feel sad. Although you came here today and gave this explanation, I always feel in my heart that my son seems to be by my side, and there is no way he can leave.
It’s too far away from home.”
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin said again: "So, you suspect that my son was burned to death in the fire in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago because of the guidance of that comic, right?"
"That's right." After hearing Zhao Changlin's words, Gu Chen nodded silently and explained:
"Although this sounds very unreliable, the newly carved ghost head patterns we found on the mountain give us reason to believe that someone seems to want to tell us something to the police."
"However, due to some reasons, the person couldn't say it clearly, so he kept giving various hints."
"It was precisely based on this that we gradually discovered that someone had actually been giving us various clues to the police based on this comic."
"If this mysterious person who provides us with clues wants us to learn about this comic called "Ghost King", then this mysterious person must want to tell us the truth about the fire at the sponge factory in Wangchao Town 15 years ago."
After a pause, Gu Chen said seriously: "So, no matter what, we must take all possible factors into consideration."
"Especially when we learned that there was a boss's son in Wangchao Town who suddenly disappeared. This is quite similar to the plot in the comics."
"But this female cartoonist serialized all of this in comics. Obviously, she might have known some relevant clues back then."
"As for this female cartoonist, did she really choose to commit suicide by jumping into the river because of emotional problems? We will also re-investigate this."
"So that's it?" After hearing Gu Chen clearly explain the current situation, Zhao Changlin suddenly sighed and said with relief:
"Listening to what you said, I suddenly felt that the fire that happened next door 15 years ago was really not that simple."
"But if, as you expected, the deceased who was burnt to coke was wearing the coat of the wandering artist, and was actually my missing son."
"So now, the body buried on the mountain has disappeared. What do you want me to do?"
"After all, if that burnt corpse is really my son, then maybe it can still be detected, but now..."
"Yes." Seeing that Zhao Changlin knew how difficult it was for the police to handle cases, Gu Chen did not shy away and said straightforwardly:
"So, we want to launch an investigation from your son's side. We just want to know, did your son have any enemies back then?"
"Enemy? This..." It seemed that because of the age, when Gu Chen said this, Zhao Changlin seemed a little confused as to where to start.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Officer Wang also comforted: "We are not in a hurry, Boss Zhao, you can think slowly, but you must be accurate."
"Well, it's just that I'm an old person and my memory is constantly declining. It's really hard for me to remember what happened 15 years ago."
"Especially my son, he doesn't seem to have any enemies. Although he likes to play, he is kind-hearted and will never make grudges with others."
"It is precisely because of this that he is quite popular."
"Who are the friends who are familiar with him? Do you still know these?" Gu Chen asked.
"Well, this is true." After hearing this, Zhao Changlin suddenly remembered something, so he quickly said:
"There is another furniture factory next door to us. The boss's son came from Guangdong Province. They moved here the second year after I opened the factory here. They have a good relationship with me."
"So, his son and my son played pretty well back then."
"Especially during the days when my son was missing, the boss's son was also actively searching for my son's whereabouts with me. That guy was one of my son's closest friends, but even he didn't know who I was.
The specific whereabouts of my son.”
At the end of his speech, Zhao Changlin also sighed heavily, feeling that he couldn't hide the sadness in his heart when he recalled the difficult past of searching for his son.
"That……"
"Daddy, are there guests?"
Just when Gu Chen was about to ask again, the office door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a delicate appearance walked out of the door holding a five or six-year-old boy in his arms.
I also saw many police officers sitting here in the office, and the middle-aged man was also stunned for a moment.
When Zhao Changlin saw this, the corners of his mouth also drew an upward arc. He quickly recovered from the sadness just now, and quickly introduced to everyone:
"Oh, by the way, this is the godson I told you about, Zhao Junbo."
"It just so happens that we two seem to have a special bond. Moreover, his surname is Zhao and he has worked in my factory for many years. In addition, he is an orphan, so I adopted him as my godson."
Seeing Zhao Junbo looking at him and the policemen in the office with curiosity, Zhao Changlin quickly said:
"Junbo, this is the police comrade from Furong Branch. They came here to investigate the circumstances surrounding my son's disappearance."
"Oh, so you are a comrade from the police at Furong Branch? Nice to meet you." Since he was holding the little boy in his arms, Zhao Junbo just nodded to everyone and then said:
"I was thinking just now, why is there a police car parked in the parking shed of the factory?"
"Haha, he is indeed a talented man." Officer Wang also looked at the appearance of this middle-aged man and felt that he was also a capable man, so he couldn't help but said teasingly.
Zhao Junbo smiled slightly, put the little boy in his hand on the ground, touched the little boy's head and said: "Lele, you go outside first and play with the aunt at the front desk for a while. I have something to do with my godfather and these brothers and sisters.
Say, okay?"
"Okay." The little boy seemed to be very well-behaved. As soon as Zhao Junbo said this, he ran out of the room obediently and gently closed the office door.
Seeing that his son had already left, Zhao Junbo sat next to Zhao Changlin with all his might and asked curiously:
"Godfather, is there any news about my brother?"
"Not yet." Zhao Changlin shook his head and said with regret:
"However, the police comrades said that the fire that occurred in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago might not have killed the wandering artist, but your brother."
"No...it can't be right?" Zhao Junbo was also shocked by this statement. He turned to look at Gu Chen and the others and said in disbelief:
"Comrade police, how... how did you determine that the burnt corpse was my brother?"
"Is such that……"
Seeing that Zhao Junbo did not understand the situation, Gu Chen repeated what he had just said to Zhao Changlin.
After hearing what Gu Chen said, Zhao Junbo suddenly had a complicated expression and murmured:
"If the body buried on the mountain is really my brother, then where is his body now? Why did someone steal his body? Or, the person who stole my brother's body didn't want to let him go.
Your police investigation revealed that the corpse is my brother?"
Zhao Junbo seemed to hit the nail on the head with his words, which made Zhao Changlin on the side calmly say: "Maybe this is really the case."
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