CHAPTER 517: CHAPTER 94_5

One layer of school leaders after another surfaced like moles in a whack-a-mole game.

Tan Yunlong put on a new pair of gloves and observed that the corpse’s right fist was clenched tightly.

He bent down to pry it open, but couldn’t.

Just as he was about to give up, the corpse’s right fist opened on its own.

What was clenched inside was an employee badge, which recorded a name: "Wang Chaonan."

Tan Yunlong immediately left the pit and approached the school leaders to inquire who Wang Chaonan was.

He only intended to take a casual shot in the dark. After all, it had been many years since the case happened, and to get a result just from a name would be incredibly lucky.

But this time, luck was indeed on his side.

This was the living quarters, and the leaders of the logistics department were the first to gather. After pondering over the name, someone indeed asked:

"Is it ’Chaonan’ as in the ’chao’ from ’chaoyang’ (morning sun), and the ’nan’ from ’nanfang’ (south)?"

"Yes, that’s correct."

"He’s one of our older staff in logistics, usually responsible for the school’s greenery..."

"Where is he now?"

"He’s on leave today."

"Where does he live!"

"I... I..."

At this point, another person said: "I know where his house is, I went there for drinks when he was building his new house. His house is right opposite the grain station in Xin Qiao Town."

Tan Yunlong immediately arranged for some colleagues to continue securing the scene and to excavate the corpse, while he took another group to make the arrest.

If he really was the murderer, failing to apprehend him in time would likely result in his fleeing upon hearing about the events at the school from home.

But in the midst of these swift arrangements, Tan Yunlong still kept his gaze locked on Li Zhiyuan, who stood on the outskirts holding a plastic bag.

There were too many people, and since they already knew the body was below, Li Zhiyuan couldn’t be bothered to squeeze in for a look.

However, seeing Tan Yunlong signal him with his eyes, Li Zhiyuan nodded, picking up the bag and following Tan Yunlong.

Whether in Shigang Town or Jinling, Officer Tan has always been earnest in these matters.

He only cares about catching the murderer. He doesn’t mind whether you are a child or not; he is a person who is very strict, yet not strict.

Tan Yunlong signaled his colleagues to drive the police cars, and at the same time called the local police officers to take action.

He found a motorcycle that was parked there, its owner had also come to see the commotion, and then, his motorcycle was requisitioned.

Li Zhiyuan had experienced Tan Yunlong’s motorcycle skills.

After sitting down, he placed the bag containing high heels between him and Uncle Tan’s back, then he grabbed Uncle Tan’s waist and lowered his head.

What followed was a whirlwind ride.

In Li Zhiyuan’s ears, there were only the whooshing sounds of the wind; it was impossible to communicate on the motorcycle.

Xin Qiao Town wasn’t far from the school, and the deployment speed of the local police might actually not be as fast as Tan Yunlong directly zooming there on the motorcycle.

The police cars that were supposed to go with them had long since fallen behind.

When they arrived at the destination, Xin Qiao Town, opposite the grain station.

Village self-constructed houses, opposite the grain station’s main entrance was a two-story building, with fields beside it, and any closer houses being quite far away, so there was no possibility of a mistake.

Tan Yunlong, as a police officer who had just been transferred here, was very clear about the geography of this place. He didn’t stop to ask for directions, proving that he had done his homework in advance.

In this regard, he was somewhat similar to Binbin. Before, Binbin might have been somewhat undisciplined, but once he took things seriously, he indeed bore the style of his father.

On Wang Chaonan’s yard, a middle-aged couple in their forties was sitting, along with a little boy about three years old, having lunch.

Tan Yunlong drove the motorcycle directly from the path into their yard.

"Daddy, mommy, motorcycle, car car!"

The little boy excitedly pointed at the motorcycle and shouted.

If it was grandparents, it would still be normal, but parents of this age were quite rare.

Immediately after, the man who was eating, upon seeing a person in police uniform riding a motorcycle directly up to him, slammed his bowl and chopsticks onto the ground and ran away without hesitation.

Experienced police officers often have the ability to quickly judge whether the other person is lying or not.

And this scene, even a rookie cop could tell at a glance that there was a problem.

Such a reaction was tantamount to a confession without being beaten.

Li Zhiyuan kicked his legs and jumped off the back of the motorcycle.

As a result, Tan Yunlong didn’t need to stop the bike and ran directly after Wang Chaonan, allowing the motorcycle to fall as he gave chase.

Wang Chaonan was obviously very panicked, running without logic. He fell when jumping out of his yard and tumbled again once in the field.

Before he could get up, Tan Yunlong pounced on him and cuffed him with the handcuffs from his belt.

Li Zhiyuan, who stayed behind, was somewhat cautiously watching the woman, but she was just holding the little boy tightly in her arms, suppressing her sobs, and continually murmuring:

"Yongyong is our son, Yongyong is our son."

This in turn made Li Zhiyuan feel a bit strange, because no matter whether she knew about her husband’s criminal behavior or not, this shouldn’t be her reaction.

It was as if, in her eyes, the police had come to take away her son.

Li Zhiyuan began to observe the boy and the woman’s facial features. If they were mother and son, there was no similarity between their features at all.

Moreover, the woman had a soil fate chart on her face, and people with this fate chart often have great difficulty bearing children.

Of course, there are no absolutes, and facial fate charts cannot be taken as law.