Quick Transmigration: What to Do When the Male Supporting Character You Saved Becomes Obsessed with

Chapter 365 Obedient and Clingy Younger Brother (76)

Jin Shuhe's mind was in a mess, and his nerves were throbbing with pain, but he had no desire to rest at all.

Even the movements of his hands and the gaze he took on the case file never left his face.

The second person to enter the office was Qin Wen.

Qin Wen originally thought he had gotten up early enough, and he couldn't bear to wake the few people next to him who were sleeping like they were in a coma. He thought it was still dark outside, so he should let them sleep a little longer, otherwise they wouldn't have the energy to work and it would be a waste.

As soon as I got to the office door, I saw that the lights were on inside.

As soon as he pushed open the office door, he froze in place, seeing Jin Shuhe staring intently at the case file.

"Wow! Aren't you scary?!"

Qin Wen slammed on the main light at the entrance: "What time did you get up? Damn, you look pretty awful!"

Jin Shuhe did not respond to his words.

Qin Wen walked over and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "What's wrong? Are you stupid?"

"No... Brother Wen, why are you up so early?" Jin Shuhe shook his head and rubbed his temples.

"I got up to use the restroom. I had a dream about looking for a restroom all night yesterday." Qin Wen made him a cup of instant coffee.

The slightly cloyingly sweet aroma of coffee stimulated Jin Shuhe's senses. After gulping down half a cup in one go, Jin Shuhe still managed to ask, "Brother Wen."

"explain."

Qin Wen also made himself a cup, grimacing as he gulped it down; he didn't like sweets.

"Do you remember any of these cases... that involved sound?"

Qin Wen didn't understand what he meant at first, turned his head to look at him, and then suddenly froze: "You..."

Jin Shuhe nodded.

“Shuhe, you know that in these cases… you are the only eyewitness. Or rather, you shouldn’t be called an eyewitness. You didn’t see it; you were just present at the crime scene.”

"I know." Jin Shuhe was just asking; he didn't know what else to say.

"Can you still remember any details about that day? Anything is fine. After all these years, is there anything you want to add? Anything... even the smallest thing is fine." Qin Wen placed his hand on Jin Shuhe's shoulder.

Jin Shuhe gave a slight, bitter smile: "Brother Wen, I know the questioning process. I've asked myself this countless times in my mind."

Qin Wen sighed.

"Don't rush, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Solving the case is not only your responsibility, but also the responsibility of all of us. Sometimes... we just need that one opportunity."

"I know."

It's just that one trigger is missing. No matter what I say, I can't figure out how that voice that has troubled me for so many years came out.

Jin Shuhe still remembers what the environment was like in the rented room where her family lived back then.

He had simulated the same environment, but never heard a similar sound.

"You guys have so much energy!"

Lu Chun's voice drifted softly from the doorway as she walked, yawning as she went.

Qin Wen went to make her coffee, then turned around and said, "I'm going to buy breakfast. What are you all eating?"

"I'll have black rice porridge and tea eggs," Lü Chun said casually.

Before Jin Shuhe could even speak, Qin Wen had already left the office.

Jin Shuhe: ...

So you weren't planning to ask me in the first place, were you?

Qin Wen was quite kind; he bought a large bag of things and handed it to Lü Chun after handing it to her. He then said to Jin Shuhe, "We have everything; pick whatever you like."

"Oh," Jin Shuhe replied indifferently.

Qin Wen seemed to notice his reaction and clicked his tongue at him: "You're lucky you even have anything to eat!"

"Oh." Jin Shuhe's tone remained unchanged, sounding somewhat half-dead.

The feeling of emptiness and fear, as if being chased and swallowed by an abyss, that you feel when you first wake up from a dream slowly fades away, and you still have to do what you need to do step by step.

That's how investigations work; you can't get fat overnight.

During the day, Qin Wen and Qi Silang visited the families of those involved in previous cases, while Jin Shuhe and Lü Chun visited Zheng Qingping's associates.

The school is currently on winter break, and many of her former colleagues and students are no longer in the area.

Those who were able to be contacted could only be visited in person to inquire.

During the Lunar New Year, when people come to his door to inquire about a murder case, especially a serial murder case, Jin Shuhe could clearly hear some of their displeasure when he made the calls, probably because they felt it was really bad luck.

Whether you like it or not?

This was a lesson Jin Shuhe learned very early on after starting work.

Jin Shuhe is someone who doesn't like to cause trouble for others, has a high opinion of himself, and isn't very good at dealing with people's bad tempers.

He changed it after only a few days of working.

Moreover, he is very meticulous, so he has developed the ability to ask questions with a clear conscience no matter what the other party's attitude is, and he will not give up until he gets the answer.

This impressed Qin Wen, who had partnered with him before.

"You really don't know how to read people's expressions..."

"I saw it." Jin Shuhe got into the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and said in a nonchalant tone, "So?"

Qin Wen laughed: "No reason why, I think you're awesome!"

Jin Shuhe: ...Such old-fashioned vocabulary, so evocative of age...

Lu Chun witnessed this firsthand.

"Sister Lü, which restaurant should we go to next?"

Lu Chun cracked open the car window, and the cold air from outside rushed in, which made her feel much more awake.

"Go to this place." Lü Chun entered the navigation for him.

The family they just visited was the homeroom teacher of the last class Zheng Qingping taught before retiring. After teaching that class, Zheng Qingping retired.

The teacher surnamed Liu had guests at home. When he opened the door and saw Jin Shuhe and Lü Chun holding their identification documents, he frowned and said, "Can't you make a phone call? I'm busy here..."

Then Jin Shuhe asked him a very serious and thorough question.

“They don’t care at all that people they know have died,” Jin Shuhe suddenly whispered.

Lü Chun was taken aback: "That's normal."

However, most people took the news of Zheng Qingping's murder very seriously.

Especially some of the students who were taught by Zheng Qingping.

Several people broke down in tears during the questioning.

“Teacher Zheng…Teacher Zheng is such a good teacher, how could this happen…” A girl surnamed Lu cried so hard she lost her voice.

"Do you know Professor Zheng Qingping very well?" Lü Chun handed her a tissue.

"Ms. Zheng became my homeroom teacher when I was in my second year of high school. Back then, my parents were getting a divorce, and I didn't care about studying. I didn't like going home after school, and I would wander around outside the school several times, which Ms. Zheng would catch me doing."

She added, "Ms. Zheng is exceptionally conscientious and responsible. After school, she often stays at school to finish grading all the students' homework before leaving, even when it's already dark. That's when she ran into me..."

"She learned about my family situation and gently comforted me, telling me that it wasn't safe for a girl like me to be out at night, and that if I didn't want to go home next time, I could come to her place, where she could tutor me." As she spoke, the girl broke down in tears even more.

“Many times I stayed at Teacher Zheng’s house until very late, and then Teacher Zheng’s husband, Teacher Wang, would take me home… If it weren’t for Teacher Zheng, I might have really been finished. I was able to get into university and study to become a teacher because of Teacher Zheng and Teacher Wang.”

She took the tissue from Lü Chun and wiped her face: "Teacher Zheng was such a good person, she was like my mother, who killed her! Why!"

Almost none of these students could provide any clues, but in their words, Zheng Qingping was a good teacher, a responsible and caring teacher who truly embodied the spirit of teaching and nurturing students.

How is Teacher Wang?

A male student surnamed He asked, while his mother, standing to the side with a sorrowful expression, said, "Back then, this child didn't study hard. No matter what I said, it was useless. He was even rebellious. Our relationship was terrible. Thank goodness for Teacher Zheng... We were even planning to visit his two teachers after the tenth day of the lunar month. How could this happen..."

In the last few classes that Zheng Qingping taught, many children didn't call her "teacher." They called her "Mama Zheng" as if jokingly but with respect.

According to his former colleagues and superiors, Zheng Qingping was also a very kind person.

"She doesn't ask for anything of herself, and she's very kind to the junior teachers. Whenever someone asks her a question, she'll definitely share all her experience with them..."

"Sister Zheng always tells me that teaching is a profession that requires dedication, and you can't be careless in educating children. I'm teaching you today so that when you teach new teachers in the future, it will all be good for the students..."

After asking around until the afternoon, the two finally found a small noodle shop.

A bowl of noodles sat in front of a person, who ate it in silence, not knowing what to say for a moment.

I couldn't get anything out of them.

All they know is that Zheng Qingping is a good person; I wonder if it's been embellished, because they can't even find any faults in him...

"I almost cried when I heard it."

Lü Chun sighed.

"If the prisoner really had some kind of connection with Zheng Qingping, what did Zheng Qingping do to provoke him to be treated so cruelly!"

Jin Shuhe shook his head.

They can only rely on this lead now. The killer's choice of victims is so chaotic that it makes it even harder to judge his psychology.

"Let's go back and hear how Brother Wen and the others are doing." Jin Shuhe put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

"Sister Lü, I'm going to make a phone call."

"You called Xiao Lu again?"

"Ah."

“You’ve called Xiao Lu four times today…” Lü Chun couldn’t help but say, she always felt that Jin Shuhe was acting a little strange.

"Ah... really?" Jin Shuhe was taken aback. He wanted to stand up, but then sat back down.

"do not fight?"

"...Wait a moment."

"What's wrong with you? What happened to Xiao Lu?"

"No... I'm just worried. I'm afraid she might be in danger. I want to know how she is at all times." Jin Shuhe lowered her head, admitting it quite frankly.

"Because of this case?"

"Ah."

“You know in your heart that Xiao Lu and our victims do not… match.” Lu Chun said softly. Lu Liruan’s place of residence and age did not match the basic information of the victims.

"I..." Jin Shuhe wanted to say that it wasn't just this; he seemed unable to put his mind at ease no matter what. Just a second ago, Sister Li Ruan had replied to his WeChat message, but five minutes later, he started worrying again.

Jin Shuhe remembers that when he was very young, his father was often away from home, and he and his mother depended on each other for survival. At that time, he was extremely dependent on his mother.

Compared to children his age, he thinks more, and is more...

Back then, my mother would always go to a supermarket just across the street to buy things.

Jin Shuhe could see his mother crossing the street from his balcony.

Sometimes when his mother went out and came back a little late, he would stand on the road, staring intently at the road, trying to catch a glimpse of his mother as soon as possible.

If you still can't see it...

Jin Shuhe still remembers thinking about his mother: What if something happened to her? Even the moment he saw his mother on the other side of the road, he would think: Will my mother cross the road safely? Will she be hit by a car on the road?

He didn't know when that thought disappeared... maybe after his mother passed away, because there was no one left for him to worry about like that.

Jin Shuhe knew, of course, that kind of thinking was abnormal; he thought he was cured.

But now... it's happened again.

It turns out it wasn't me who got better.

Now that he's with Sister Li Ruan, he's acting like this again... Jin Shuhe couldn't tell whether he was feeling depressed or frustrated.

"Don't overthink it. If you're really worried, just make a call." Lü Chun didn't know how to comfort him. She felt that Jin Shuhe's condition was probably a form of psychological trauma.

"It's okay, I've been hitting her too much, Sister Liruan must be annoyed." Jin Shuhe felt he should try to overcome this.

Then, after returning to the station, he still called Sister Li Ruan. His reasoning was: if Sister Li Ruan was really in danger, wouldn't calling her mean he could find out immediately?

Then he slapped himself three times: How could he have such an unlucky thought?

Jin Shuhe stood in the dimly lit emergency exit, feeling like she had gone mad...

Lu Liruan sensed it when he made his third phone call.

Because that child was clearly just making conversation.

Lu Liruan didn't feel annoyed, but only heartbroken. However, there was nothing she could do at the moment, so she could only answer his calls and give him the greatest sense of security.

"When are you coming back for dinner? Aunt Xia and Uncle Zhao are asking about you..." Lu Liruan asked him.

"They...find out too?"

"Yes, such a big case will definitely be on the news. They said they wanted to come and see you. Uncle Zhao's wife has also come to Pucheng with him. Did you know about this?"

"do not know……"

The two chatted for a while before Jin Shuhe hung up the phone.

Back in the office, I caught Qin Wen talking about today's visits.

"Don't even mention it. We didn't get anything out of them. The family's version of events is almost identical to what they said back then. The husband of the victim in the first case has now started a new family, acting as if his ex-wife's affairs have nothing to do with him anymore! It makes me so angry!"

"And what else did they say? If they hadn't never had children back then and had continued living in that house that was going to be demolished, none of this would have happened!" Qi Silang chimed in, also looking angry.

"Children? Does he have children now?" Jin Shuhe asked, frowning.

"Yes, it's his second wife's child, a boy, he's over five years old, I think?"

“Child…” Jin Shuhe murmured.

"what happened?"

"In these six cases, apart from my mother, are there no children involved?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I went out that day, and my mom was there when I left..."

Jin Shuhe felt that he had grasped something.