The belongings found on these deceased individuals were discovered when we transported the bodies to the laboratory. Due to the presence of a bank card, He Xin also investigated the deceased's financial transactions.
It was discovered that Coach Huang had recently received a transfer of 500,000 yuan. You might say 500,000 yuan isn't much, but considering Huang Yuancai (Coach Huang)'s average monthly income of 12,000 yuan, this 500,000 yuan seemed rather suspicious.
He Xin investigated further using the other party's account but found that the funds originated from overseas, indicating the transferor was very cautious.
"For now, we can't find out more, but I'll keep trying. Dad, you could try talking to some of Coach Huang's friends and relatives, and perhaps visit his workplace."
"Xia Hou and Xiao Yuande will handle things. Huang Yuancai's family has arrived..." I heard cries from outside. The grief in their voices was so profound that I couldn't help but walk out of the information department. It wasn't Huang Yuancai's wife who had arrived. The records showed he was married and had a son.
The visitors were Huang Yuancai's elderly mother and his son.
I was curious why Huang Yuancai's wife was conspicuously absent.
During the autopsy, the elderly mother had agreed to the dissection over the phone. In our haste, we hadn't secured the family's written consent for the dissection, planning to handle the procedural paperwork later. Work is inanimate, but people are alive.
"Elderly lady, please don't be too heartbroken. We are all deeply saddened by Mr. Huang's death."
"No, you can't possibly understand my feelings. Huang Yuancai is my only child. His wife is a disappointment, and this child also has some issues, do you understand?"
If the old woman hadn't mentioned the child, I wouldn't have noticed the boy beside her. He seemed rather strange, drooling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes vacant, and his fingers incessantly sucking in his mouth. He likely had intellectual disabilities.
No wonder the old woman was so distraught. Her grandson had problems, and now her son was dead. That woman probably wasn't much better, or she would have been here by now.
Looking at the old woman's grief-stricken state, we police officers often find ourselves enveloped in immense sorrow alongside the victims' families, a feeling that lingers. All I could do was try to console them.
After about 30 minutes, when the old woman had finished crying, the boy beside her dazedly tugged at his grandmother's sleeve: "When can we see Daddy? Why is Daddy here! Are these people in uniforms soldiers?"
He couldn't even distinguish between soldiers and police officers. The old woman wasn't angry; she gently stroked his head. "Dachong, it's alright, we'll see him soon. But now this police brother needs to tell us something!"
"Police? Brother? Oh, oh, oh! So you're a police officer, but what is a police officer? Can you eat it?" The foolish child stared at me curiously, scrutinizing me from head to toe.
Not to mention the old woman, even I felt a pang of pity seeing the child like this. So I couldn't help but ask her, "Why is this child..."
"Ah, when he was little, he got into a fight and accidentally hit his head. You know, this guy and his father are too similar in personality. But his father was luckier; he grew up to be a sports coach. As for him, what will his future hold?"
I sighed, "Elderly lady, try to be optimistic. Compared to those who are no longer with us, he is actually quite fortunate. Now, I need to ask you a few questions!"
"Alright, Officer He, you can ask whatever you want. I'll tell you everything!"
"First question, what was your relationship with your son like?"
"My son and I had a pretty good relationship. After all, I'm his only mother. If he wasn't good to me, who would he be good to?"
"And what was his attitude towards his own son?"
"Even though his mind is like this, Yuancai never disliked him. He even tried to find a treatment for him before, but after seeing many doctors, they all said his condition was too severe, and the best time for treatment had passed. I could see how distressed Yuancai was back then, which is why I say he was very concerned about his child."
I was thinking that if he had confirmed this child had absolutely no hope, let alone human-like qualities, even as his parent, I might have had different thoughts. We often read in novels about parents caring for their foolish and clumsy children, never disliking them, and loving them unconditionally. This is all artistic embellishment. In reality, even the closest individuals might develop feelings of dislike when faced with such a situation.
I decided not to tell the old woman directly, fearing she couldn't bear the shock. Besides, it couldn't be changed now, and there was no point in rubbing salt in the wound.
"Alright, let's move on to his wife. What's her situation?"
As soon as Huang Yuancai's wife was mentioned, the old woman's anger flared. "This woman and he had been living separate lives for a long time. In fact, the problem lies with her. When the child was sick, Yuancai was working overtime and had no time to look after him. I originally thought this woman would take care of him, but who knew she was more focused on playing mahjong that day? By the time she realized the child had a high fever, it was already too late."
I pondered, thinking this family was deeply unhappy, and gambling addiction was indeed a terrible thing.
Looking at the foolish, pitiful child, I could only offer the old woman more words of comfort. Then, I asked her to leave her contact information and sent her away.
From my previous inquiries, I realized Huang Yuancai's family had many conflicts, so I was eager to find his wife.
I suspected this woman might not be as simple as she appeared, as the reasons for conflict with someone like him would likely be similar to her own.
The reasons? Based on my experience, they would be money, relationships, and the child's future.
To them, this child was merely a burden. If they both gave up on him, then after his grandmother's death, the child would have no one to care for him.
I asked He Xin to find this woman, Kong Yiqiu, for me. Yes, this person was Huang Yuancai's wife.
Upon learning of her husband's death, this woman was astonishingly indifferent and even appeared somewhat gleeful.
In the interrogation room, Kong Yiqiu was extremely impatient, as if we were wasting her time.