Detective From the Future: Two hundred and eighty-one suicide notes

"Uncle, did you go to petition?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Why, do you still want to arrest me for this?" Uncle Lin asked rhetorically.

"Look at what you said, how can it be done? We are not trying to find out something with you, or if we re-investigate, you say yes." Zhao Ming said.

Hearing these words, Uncle Lin's tone eased: "That kid from the Lu family also called me. I wonder if I am so old, and I don't want to trouble the government anymore. Besides, the case has been so long. I couldn’t catch it back then, how can I catch it now."

"Master, your idea is not right, how can you know if you don't try?" Zhao Ming said.

"Just knowing that it is possible, there will be expectations. After a long time of investigation, there is no result, and my heart is empty. I have to think about the accident that year. I am too old to withstand such a toss." Uncle Lin sighed.

"Uncle Lin, after talking for a long time, did you go there?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Go." Uncle Lin said.

Zhao Ming "..."

When I went, I just said I went there, and I was so silly that I was so insightful.

"Master, the boy of the Lu family you are talking about, is it Lu Jiawei's son Lu Xiaojie." Han Bin asked.

"Yes, besides him, who else is there, there is only one seedling left in the Lu family."

"Are those petitioners summoned by him?"

"It was him who led the head. Ten years have passed in a flash. I was a small person, and now I am an adult. I am taller than me now." Uncle Lin said.

"Do you know why he called for a petition?"

"What else? The young man grows up and wants to avenge his parents." Uncle Lin sighed and recalled:

"I remember that when the accident happened that year, the kid was only eight years old. This year he was just eighteen years old. He was a conscientious man and he did not forget his parents' goodwill."

"What do you think of this case?" Han Bin asked.

"It goes without saying, catch Liang Zhibo's **** earlier, how many people have this turtle grandson killed." Uncle Lin said.

"Do you also think he was the murderer in this case?" Han Bin asked.

"After the incident, this kid disappeared. It wasn't him, who else could it be?" Uncle Lin hummed.

Han Bin got up and looked at the burned house not far away: "Where does Lu Xiaojie live now?"

"At his grandmother's house, which is also in Xidiying Village, not far from here." Uncle Lin said.

"Uncle, can you take us there, I want to find out about the situation with him." Han Bin said.

"This is a serious matter. The Public Security Bureau is willing to take care of our affairs. We are also willing to fulfill our obligations as a citizen. We should." Uncle Lin stood up and patted his butt: "Let's go, I will show you the way."

The three got into the car and arrived in a few minutes.

Uncle Lin pointed to a bungalow in front: "That is his grandma's house, I won't go with you."

"We remembered the place, so let's take you back first."

"Don't do it, just a few steps, I can walk back by myself." Uncle Lin waved his hand and got out of the car directly.

Han Bin and the two got out of the car and said politely: "Uncle Lin, thank you."

Uncle Lin folded his hands and waved: "You are doing things for the people, it should be me thank you."

Han Bin and Li Hui felt warm.

After locking the car, the two arrived at the door of Lu Xiaojie's grandmother's house.

The door is hidden.

Zhao Ming knocked on the door, and there was a dog barking inside.

"Who?" A woman's voice came from the courtyard.

"We are the police, and we want to find Lu Xiaojie for some information." Han Bin said.

"Crack..." The door rang.

A woman in her sixties opened the door and looked at Han Bin and the two: "What can you do with Lu Xiaojie?"

"My surname is Han, and I belong to the Interpol of the Yuhua Branch. I am responsible for re-investigating and resolving 715 cases." Han Bin introduced.

"It turned out to be Comrade Police, come in, come in."

"What do you call?"

"My name is Li Yonghong, Lv Xiaojie's grandmother, and Zhang Shufeng is my daughter."

Han Bin and the two entered the yard, with a dog tied to the corner. His body was dirty, and his barking became louder when he saw outsiders.

"Go, stop calling." Li Yonghong went over and kicked.

Dog, be honest immediately.

"The two police officers, please, I will pour you a glass of water." Li Yonghong said very enthusiastically.

Han Bin took a look. The yard is small, with three north rooms, two east wing rooms, and one south room. The yard is messy, with a lot of waste products.

"The yard is a bit messy, don't mind the two of you." Li Yonghong said, and led them to the north room.

The house is a few years old, and there are thick curtains hanging at the door. The room is a bit dark. Li Yonghong hurriedly turned on the light and moved two chairs to invite them to sit down.

"Is Lu Xiaojie at home?" Han Bin asked.

"At home." Li Yonghong replied, walked to the door of the inner room, and shouted: "Xiaojie, come out soon. Comrade police is here."

After a while, an eighteen-year-old teenager came out with long and messy hair and a mobile phone in his hand, which displayed the interface of the king's glory.

"Are you Lu Xiaojie?" Han Bin asked.

"Eh, it's me." Lv Xiaojie nodded.

"My name is Han, and I am the person in charge of the 715 case. I want to ask you to find out more." Han Bin said.

"Hello Uncle Police." Lu Xiaojie greeted.

Zhao Ming is a little embarrassed. Brother is only four years older than you, so he is your uncle?

Han Bin began to ask routinely: "name, gender, age, occupation"

"Lv Xiaojie, male, 18 years old, is now looking for a job..."

"Are you not going to school?"

"No more." Lu Xiaojie shook his head.

"Where were you when the 715 case happened that year?" Han Bin asked.

"He is right here. This kid is also a fatal man. He has escaped a catastrophe." Li Yonghong sighed.

"Lu Jiawei and his wife are at home, why let Lu Xiaojie stay with you?"

"This is a long story. At the beginning, his father had a big heart and set up a factory, but after less than half a year of working in the factory, he couldn't do it. Every day I worry about the factory. My daughter also went to work at that time. He let me go. It seemed that there was something wrong that day, so he didn't come to pick him up, so he escaped." Li Yonghong recalled.

"Do you know Liang Zhibo?" Han Bin asked.

"I've seen it one or two times before, it's not that familiar." Li Yonghong said.

"Lu Xiaojie, the case has passed so long, why did you suddenly remember to petition the district government?" Han Bin asked.

"I am old and sensible, so I want to be fair to my parents." Lu Xiaojie bowed his head.

"You have grown up now, do you recall any new clues?" Han Bin tentatively asked.

Lu Xiaojie and Li Yonghong looked at each other, and said after a moment: "Yes."

"What clue?" This was an unexpected gain.

"I suspect Lu Jiaping may be related to this case." Lu Xiaojie said.

Han Bin had an impression of this name. After the death of Lu Jiawei and his wife, only one son Lu Xiaojie was left. Lu Jiawei's parents died early, and there was only one sister, Lu Jiaping.

Zhang Shufeng's parents are still there, so Lu Xiaojie lives with her grandma, grandfather, and uncle's family.

"You are talking about your aunt."

"Yes."

"What do you think she has to do with the case?" Zhao Ming couldn't help but interject.

"I think she may be related to the death of my parents." Lu Xiaojie said firmly.

"Do you have any evidence?" Han Bin asked.

"Uncle police officer, look at this." Lu Xiaojie turned on the phone, looked through a photo, and handed it to Han Bin.

Han Bin took a look. It was a certificate of inheritance. The writer was Lu Jiawei and the heir of the inheritance was Lu Jiaping.

Han Bin took a look at the content and summed it up in one sentence. If there is an accident in Lu Jiawei, all the inheritance belongs to his sister Lu Jiaping. The date above is June 10, 2009.

Lu Jiajie said: "Uncle Police, this date is only more than a month earlier than the time my dad died. Do you think it was a coincidence."

"Where did this survivor come from?" Han Bin asked.

"A while ago, Lv Jiaping brought it out during a lawsuit with me."

"Why does she want to file a lawsuit with you?" Han Bin asked.

"It’s not for my homestead. Now Xidiying Village is about to requisition land, and my house is also within the scope of land requisition. Lv Jiaping wanted to take the opportunity to occupy my homestead. You said this was done by my aunt. What?" Lu Xiaojie hummed.

"Who originally belonged to the homestead?"

"My dad."

"You said that Lu Jiaping was in a lawsuit with you some time ago. Has the court sentenced it?"

"Judged."

"Who was awarded?"

"Lu Jiaping~IndoMTL.com~In other words, the court determined that this suicide note is true." Han Bin said.

Li Yonghong snorted: "This court will do some silly things. When the father died, the house is not for his son, but for outsiders. How can there be such a thing."

"Because of this suicide note, you suspect that Lu Jiawei's death is related to Lu Jiaping?" Han Bin asked back.

"Uncle police, my dad was in his thirties when he died. How could he have made a will at such a young age and gave the inheritance to outsiders. Don't give me this son, do you think it is possible?" Lu Xiaojie revealed The color of indignation.

"If land is expropriated, how much can your homestead be paid?"

"At least one million yuan." Li Yonghong estimated.

Han Bin smiled, and he is really a filial son.

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