Chapter 20 Reappearance of Evidence

  "Ding ding ding!" The phone rang urgently. Guo Qing picked up the phone: "Hello! '2.15' Special Case Team. Where are you?"

  On the phone, he was saying something, and as National Day approached, his face became increasingly stern. Finally, he said: "Alright, I'll report to the captain immediately!"

  He hung up the phone and said to Xin Yuan: "Captain, Cuicloud Township Police Station just reported that they have found an important clue!"

  Jian Jun drove the jeep at high speed and soon stopped in front of the Cuicun Township Police Station. The station chief and others were already waiting at the door.

  The director of the police station was a 50-year-old veteran policeman, with white hair and a thick local accent: "Director Yu, early this morning, the abbess of Cuifeng An sent someone to report a case, saying that someone had maliciously desecrated Cuifeng An. We dispatched police officers to investigate and found something that might be what you're looking for."

  The director of the police station got on the car and led the way, and in over 10 minutes, they arrived at the foot of Cuicui Mountain. Although it's called Cuicui Mountain, it's actually a typical hill with an elevation of just over 190 meters, but it's full of lush bamboo. Extremely beautiful. What's more characteristic is that from the foot to the top of the mountain, there are pavilions standing like the long history of Leijiang, stretching endlessly.

  Ancient archways, ancient courtyards, and ancient stone bridges are the historical treasures of Leizhou. Some archways were built with granite and bluestone, looking majestic and sturdy; some were made with high-quality nanmu wood, looking elegant and refined. Some stand alone, towering over village entrances, streets, and roadsides, while others cluster together, standing upright in the mountains and countryside, forming a magnificent landscape. Like shining pearls, they adorn the vast and fertile land of Leizhou, radiating splendor. Despite the devastating "Destruction of the Four Olds" during the Cultural Revolution, which left many archways in ruins, more were preserved by the local people, who considered them their spiritual homeland.

  At the foot of the mountain, several villagers were repairing a wooden archway. Judging from the thick wooden boards lying horizontally on the ground, this place had also suffered from the Red Guards' looting. Yu Xin's heart sank, and it was likely that Cuifeng Mountain would not be able to escape the disaster either, and those archways would suffer a similar fate. However, he soon felt relieved as he walked further up, where one archway after another still stood tall and upright. Although the wooden and stone archways had been weathered by time, they were mostly covered with moss and lichen, having withstood wind and rain, and still maintained their original appearance, blending in with the surrounding streams, wildflowers, and bamboo forests.

  "Hasn't this side been 'broken four old' yet?" Yu Xin Yuan asked.

  "Of course, it happened!" The police chief replied, "The local Red Guards didn't have the guts. One time, a group of Red Guards from outside came to our town and, under the leadership of several local Red Guards, wanted to show off their revolutionary passion by smashing the stone archways here on a rainy night. Because it was dark and the road was wet, these Red Guards were all excited and started hacking away at the archway with knives and axes. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck, and the heavy archway collapsed with a loud crash, killing one Red Guard on the spot and injuring two others who died later. This finally made those lawless Red Guards fearful, and from then on, no one dared to touch these archways again. Of course, those local Red Guards who led the way were treated to a nice dinner of 'bamboo shoots and roasted meat' by their elders when they got back home, and couldn't leave their houses for several days."

  "How did you know so clearly?" Jianjun asked strangely.

  The police station chief laughed and said: "I was the policeman in charge of handling this matter back then!"

  Cuifeng Mountain lives up to its reputation, and although it's still early spring, the gentle breeze is crisp, but the entire mountain peak remains lush and vibrant. The desolate bamboo forest is scattered with giant rocks, adding a touch of elegance to the scenery. Most of the bamboo forests are untouched primeval forests, where tender shoots sprout, and the fragrance of bamboo fills the air. Walking on the stone-paved mountain path, the dense shade, gentle streams, and birdsong create an otherworldly atmosphere: The pavilions built along the mountain path serve as milestones, guiding visitors forward, while the stories hidden beneath them - some melancholic, some sorrowful, some heroic - inspire endless imagination and contemplation.

  As we approached the top of the mountain, a patch of yellow wall and red tiles appeared among the green bamboo, and we arrived at Cuīyún ān.

  There were people waiting at the gate of the temple, and the police chief asked: "Where is the scene?"

  The scene was next to a quiet and inconspicuous Buddhist shrine behind the temple, where several police officers in blue uniforms were busy taking photos and asking questions. Next to Yu Xin Yuan, on the front of the shrine, there was a black, smelly thing that had been cut off and stuck together with something else. At first glance, Yu Xin Yuan knew it was a pair of testicles that had been cut off and stuck together. This was the greatest disrespect and blasphemy against Buddhism, no wonder the nun had come to report the case! Yu Xin Yuan put on gloves and carefully turned over the evidence, which didn't seem to be from an animal based on its size and shape. If it were human, the person would have suffered severe injuries and would be unlikely to survive.

  "Has there been a recent report of a death case?" asked Yu Xin to the police station chief.

  "No!" The police station chief replied succinctly.

  A gleam of inspiration flashes in the depths of one's mind and heart.

  It's most likely something that was lost from Yamada Jiro's corpse...

  It must be that the police station realized this point and reported it to the task force, otherwise, as a mere public security case, there would be no need for him to personally take action...

  If so, this should also be a crime scene. At least the suspect must have been here and left some clues...

  He carefully observed the Buddha niche, inside which was a white-robed Guanyin Bodhisattva statue with a compassionate expression. In front of the Bodhisattva statue were incense sticks, which should have been used to burn incense. However, no one would use such filthy things to worship gods; there could only be another possibility - it was used as an offering for sacrifice!

  So to speak, the murderer must have known Yamada Jiro and had a deep blood feud with him. Using his ** to make an offering, it is very likely that Yamada Jiro committed a serious sin in terms of sex.

  So, the "2.15" case can basically rule out passion killing and robbery murder, and it can be confirmed as a revenge killing. Moreover, it can be basically confirmed as a revenge killing for love...!

  Yamada Jiro has been in Leijiang for less than three days and is staying at the county committee's guest house. When questioned, Oshima Michiko said that Yamada Jiro rarely went out alone and wouldn't be an enemy now. The most likely possibility is that it's a grudge from the war 40 years ago. So, this person should be at least over 50 years old...

  Knowing about Cuīyún ān and coming here to worship proves that this person is a local, familiar with the situation in Léi Jiāng...

  The scene of the crime is about a 20-minute drive from here. By the public transportation means at that time, bicycle, it would take at least over an hour to ride there. The murderer should be physically strong or just around Cuīyún ān.

  From the unintentional clues, infer a complete chain of evidence, this is one of the main experiences accumulated by Yu Xin over the years. With the information provided by the button, the image of the murderer slowly became clear in Yu Xin's mind: male, over 50 years old, local, with a certain social status, familiar with Cuicui Mountain, physically strong. The direction and thinking of the investigation gradually became clear.