Detective from the future

Chapter 280 Guess
The two of Han Bin left Li Yonghong's house.

Zhao Ming handed over a cigarette: "Why do I feel that this Lu Xiaojie doesn't want to avenge his parents, but more like wants to send her aunt to prison so that he can inherit the inheritance."

"There is no such thing as black and white in the world. There must be many reasons behind one incident." Han Bin lit a cigarette and said indifferently.

"Where are we going now?"

"Although there were nine victims in the 715 case, the real target should be Lu Jiawei and his wife. Since Lu Xiaojie provided clues, he naturally continued the investigation." Han Bin said.

……

The two of Han Bin went to the village committee of Xizhaiying Village, and accompanied by village officials, they found Lu Jiaping's house.

On the way, Han Bin got to know the village cadres. There are three members of Lv Jiaping's family, her husband is a teacher, and a daughter who is going to college. The conditions of the family are pretty good.

When they arrived at the door of Lu Jiaping's house, the village cadres left.

Lv Jiaping's house is a small two-story building with two large green iron gates at the entrance.

"Bang bang..." Zhao Ming knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"police."

"Crack..." The door opened with a sound.

A middle-aged woman popped up and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Zhao Mingliang showed his police certificate: "We belong to the criminal police team."

The middle-aged woman took a look and stepped aside: "Please come in."

"What's your name?" Han Bin asked.

"Lv Jiaping."

"Are you Lu Jiawei's sister?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"The Yuhua branch has recently launched an investigation of old cases. I am in charge of investigating the 715 case. I would like to ask you for some information."

"This police officer, what's your name?"

"My surname is Han."

Lv Jiaping led the two of them into the yard: "If there is anything you want to know, I will definitely cooperate."

The small courtyard was paved with tiles and was cleaned very clean. After entering the living room, Lu Jiaping asked Han Bin to sit on the sofa and was about to pour a cup of tea, but Han Bin stopped him.

"Ms. Lu, don't worry about it. We are not thirsty, so we will leave after making a record." Han Bin said.

Lu Jiaping sat on the side of the sofa and asked: "Officer Han, this case has been going on for so long, why do you think of re-investigating it again, is there any new clue?"

"Lu Xiaojie, do you know him?"

"Yes, that's my nephew, why don't you know him?" Lu Jiaping said.

"How is your relationship with Lu Xiaojie?" Han Bin asked.

Lu Jiaping hesitated for a moment: "It's okay."

"I heard that you guys went to court a while ago?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Does this 715 case have anything to do with it?" Lu Jiaping asked rhetorically.

"According to Lu Xiaojie, Lu Jiawei wrote a suicide note one month before his death, leaving all the inheritance under his name to you." Han Bin tentatively said.

"Yes, there's such a thing. I'm his own sister, so it's not against the law." Lu Jiaping shrugged.

"Can I have a look at the original suicide note?"

"Officer Han, you don't suspect that I killed my brother?" Lu Jiaping frowned.

"We came here just to investigate clearly and return your innocence."

"Okay, I see. It must be Lu Xiaojie's grandma who pushed me to speak ill of me to the two of you." Lu Jiaping snorted.

"The police are not interested in the grievances between your two families. We just want to investigate the 715 case."

"You two wait a moment." Lu Jiaping got up and went to the bedroom.

When he came out again, he held two brown paper bags in his hand, opened one of them and handed it to Han Bin who was beside him: "Look, this is my brother's suicide note."

Han Bin took it over and checked it, and it was indeed the original photo given by Lu Xiaojie.

Lu Jiaping handed over another document: "Look at it, these are all materials written by my younger brother before, and they are all backed up in the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Tax Bureau. There is absolutely no way the handwriting is fake."

Han Bin had learned the skill of handwriting identification, opened the suicide note and the materials written by Lu Jiawei before his death, and compared the handwriting on it carefully.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Han Bin watched it for 10 minutes.

"Can I take a picture?" Han Bin asked.

"Yes." Lv Jiaping nodded and asked, "Officer Han, do you also know how to identify handwriting?"

"Understood."

"Then tell me, is this my brother's suicide note?"

"The suicide note and these materials are indeed from the handwriting of one person." Han Bin left room for his words, provided that the materials were indeed written by Lu Jiawei.

"Look, I'm not lying. This is indeed my brother's suicide note." Lu Jiaping shrugged.

"Lv Jiawei and his wife died in 2009. According to the Marriage Law of that year, Zhang Shufeng should have half the property rights of the homestead. Why did the court award it to you directly?" Han Bin asked.

"They are husband and wife, and I admit it. I helped them organize the wedding, but the law doesn't recognize it." Lu Jiaping spread her hands.

"They didn't get the certificate?"

Lu Jiaping nodded and explained: "They got married early and were not yet of legal age, so they only held a banquet in the village. According to our customs, the two of them are considered married."

"Later, why didn't they apply for a new marriage certificate?"

"I'm not sure about that," Lu Jiaping said.

"Lu Jiawei obviously has a son, why did he make a will for you instead of giving the inheritance to Lu Xiaojie?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Our siblings have a good relationship. He is willing to give it to me. That is his freedom. Is there any problem?" Lu Jiaping said.

"Your reason is not good enough."

"The suicide note is not fake, you have all seen it."

"He was still a young man at the time, why did he make this suicide note?"

"I don't know."

"He died more than a month after writing the suicide note, don't you think it's a bit too coincidental?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Police officer, I don't like hearing what you say. Do you mean that I forced my younger brother to write a suicide note and then killed him?" Lu Jiaping snorted.

"If you can't give a reasonable explanation, this kind of motive will also be considered by the police." Zhao Ming began to sing a bad face.

"I don't know myself. How do you ask me to explain it? Besides, there are so many coincidences in this world. If I can explain everything clearly, I will become a scientist." Lu Jiaping said angrily:
"You two, if you really want to solve the case, go and catch the real murderer. Don't waste your time with me. I have nothing to do with this case and I have never killed anyone."

"Where were you between 2009 am and 7 am on July 15, 12?"

"I can't remember."

"Then you should think about it."

"Ten years, I can't remember." Lu Jiaping said perfunctorily.

Han Bin and the two asked a few more questions, but Lu Jiaping was still perfunctory.

Then Han Bin and the two left Lu Jiaping's house.

Zhao Ming curled his lips and said, "Well, there are no clues, so the trip was for nothing."

"You can't say that, the suicide note that Lu Jiaping took out is the clue."

"Could it be that the suicide note is fake?" Zhao Ming guessed.

"In my judgment, the suicide note should be real, and, precisely because it is real, the problem is bigger." Han Bin said.

On the way back to the branch office, Han Bin analyzed the two visits, and a bold guess emerged in his mind.

(End of this chapter)