Solving the case: Wu Song travels back 97 years and becomes a detective

Chapter 16 Approaching the Truth

The entrance to No. 12 Middle School.

After their mentor, Cao Dahua, showed his police officer ID, the security guard let the two in and even kindly pointed out the location of the education office.

"It's in the building you can see, on the first floor, on your right."

"Thank you!"

After thanking the security guard, the two entered the teaching building.

The second door on the right has a sign that says "Department of Education".

The door was open.

Inside, a middle-aged man, about 1.8 meters tall, with a fierce face, looking like a murderer, was disciplining two students.

"Will you still fight in the future?"

"I'm not playing anymore."

"Try hitting me again, and I'll..." The middle-aged man saw Cao Dahua and Wu Song at the door. "Who are you two looking for?"

"They're from the criminal investigation team. They're here to ask the director of the disciplinary office about something. It's alright, you can continue, there's no rush."

"You two, go back and each write a two-thousand-word self-criticism. Now!"

He waved for the two students to leave, then the middle-aged man approached, offering two cigarettes. "I'm the director of the disciplinary office. I haven't done anything wrong, have I? What do you two want to know?"

"I'm not here to learn about your situation," Wu Song said. "I want to ask you about the students at your school."

"Which brat got into trouble outside?"

"No, not really." Wu Song smiled and shook his head. "I just wanted to ask you, how many years have you been the director of the teaching affairs office here?"

"Eight years, but because I look fierce, I've worked in the disciplinary office for over ten years."

"Then you must know those more mischievous students very well, right? In your more than ten years at this school, have you ever heard of anyone who is good at fighting? I don't mean he got into fights a lot, but I mean he has strong fighting skills."

"Red Three!"

The director of the teaching department blurted out, "That guy has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He's strong and ruthless. He's a real fighter. No one in the three grades before and after him can fight as well as him."

How tall is he?

"I was already 1.8 meters tall when I was in school."

"Do you know where he is now?"

"He's dead." The head of the teaching department curled his lip. "After graduation, that kid gathered a group of people in society by relying on his fighting skills. He was a well-known thug and a bully in the surrounding streets. As a result, two thugs who wanted to make a name for themselves took advantage of him when he came out drinking and stabbed him to death."

"..."

"Those who are dead are out of the question, but are there any living ones left?"

"I forgot his name, but that kid was pretty good!" The head of the teaching department seemed to remember something and started talking non-stop. "This student actually seemed rather introverted, and his studies were just average. He didn't even get into high school. Back then, nobody knew he was such a good fighter. He could take on six or seven people without any trouble."

"What's your name?"

"I forgot, that was several years ago."

Oh, right!

The head of the teaching department's eyes lit up. "I remember now! His father came to handle this matter later. Back then, his father was the deputy director of the security department at the steel plant!"

"Zhao Xing?"

"No, no, no, it should be surnamed Wang."

"Director Wang of the Security Department?" Wu Song and Cao Dahua exchanged a glance and spoke in unison.

"I don't know about that. I just know that his father came from the battlefield."

How tall is he?

"I was just above average in junior high, probably a little over 1.7 meters tall?"

"Um?"

Upon hearing this news, all of Wu Song's memories surged back.

The day after Wang Heng's copycat murder, he and his group were received by Zhao Xing, the deputy director of the steel plant's security department, who told them that Wang's son had been in a car accident.

Later, Director Wang said that his son only had a mild concussion and was discharged from the hospital after a few days.

and so.

It's possible that the killer of the scarecrow murder didn't want to act that night, but rather that he was hospitalized.

Why did the murderer know so much about who was undermining the factory? Because his father was the head of security, so he naturally knew all about these things. However, some things are beyond your control just because you can find out about them.

However, this is also a plausible conjecture.

If it was Wang Chu's son who killed the person, Wu Song couldn't understand his son's motive for murder.

Is it really for the sake of justice?

Wu Song felt that he was close to the truth, but something was missing.

Suppressing his excitement, Wu Song continued, "Are there any other capable fighters?"

"Then I don't remember much. Maybe I'll ask the graduates when I come down. Some things might not reach the teachers' ears, but the students have heard about them."

"Thank you for your help. Call this number if you have any other leads!" Cao Dahua took out his notebook, wrote down the team's phone number, and handed it to the other party.

"Of course, cooperating with the police is everyone's duty."

"Okay, we're off now!"

"I'll see you off!"

The director of the teaching affairs office escorted Wu Song and Cao Dahua all the way to the entrance of the teaching building.

……

"Master, I feel that Wang Chu's son might be a suspect."

"Okay! Let's go to the security office."

The two did not go directly to ask Director Wang.

One concern is that he might actually know something.

Secondly, if it's true, it's best not to let Director Wang, the father, become the final link in catching his son.

It's not like we absolutely have to ask Director Wang.

The two went straight to the office of Deputy Director Zhao Xing.

"Director Zhao."

"Captain Cao, Wu Song, you're here again! Come, have a seat."

"Any recent leads?" Cao Dahua asked.

No!

"Oh, I suddenly remembered that Director Wang's son was in a car accident a few days ago. What does his son do? How old is he?"

"The taxi driver must be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old this year."

"Oh?" A question popped into Wu Song's mind. "Driving a taxi is a good business, it can make a lot of money, but why didn't you bring it into the factory?"

"It's a long story," Zhao Xing said, getting up and closing the door. "I heard that his son didn't want to do it."

Why?

"I'm not related to them, I've just heard about it!" Zhao Xing said in a low voice. "Also, Director Wang seems to have some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder. In addition, his head would hurt whenever it rained, and he liked to drink. After drinking, he couldn't control his temper. Later, when that kid was about eighteen years old, Director Wang's wife was suddenly diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and passed away a few months later. His son asked him to find him a job as a taxi driver and then moved out."

"Is his son skilled in martial arts?" Wu Song asked.

"Okay!" Zhao Xing nodded immediately. "Director Wang used to often praise his son, saying that he had been training his son since he was five or six years old, and continued training him until he was almost an adult."

They were originally planning to send him to join the army, but then his mother got cancer, and he absolutely refused to go.

Of course, Director Wang wouldn't stand for that. Later, the kid simply got a dragon tattooed on his arm. Well, he couldn't join the army anymore. Director Wang's decade-plus of training had gone down the drain.