Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 523 - 96

Qiu Minmin?

Li Zhiyuan gently rotated the soymilk bottle in his hand.

Crawling up from the underworld to claim your life?

This sentence, in fact, already made it quite clear.

Isolated, this line would seem incomprehensible to a normal person:

Why would Shi Yuqing insist on staying with the old professor, and even pressuring him to divorce and marry her, once knowing he had killed someone?

But if the perspective shifts and more examples are cited:

Throughout history, both domestically and abroad, there are countless cases of men colluding with mistresses to kill their wives, women with lovers to kill their husbands, so frequent that novels, dramas, and movies can barely encompass them all.

Suddenly, what was once hard to understand becomes rather ordinary.

Li Zhiyuan bowed his head and took a silent sip of soymilk through the straw.

At this moment, he felt an even stronger need to write, to record real cases after each wave of turmoil for summary—surely more effective than his unilaterally preaching.

Next, the old professor showed Li Zhiyuan the spiritual art of an older man.

He took a step back to advance forward, venting the woman’s dissatisfaction first;

On this basis, he reminisced about the past harmonies between the two, such as the resonance of their spirits;

And then came visions of the future;

Lastly, he talked about their current predicament, hoping the woman could give him a bit more time.

It was nothing but a roundabout. Back at square one, where nothing was resolved and no needs met, yet the woman leaned into the old man’s embrace, beginning to weep and sob, followed by an intimate exchange of endearments.

The two were about to leave.

To avoid drawing attention, the old professor left first, and Shi Yuqing departed after a while.

Because the private room door where Li Zhiyuan was seated had been left ajar, both individuals passed by the entrance when leaving.

The old professor was truly aged, a retiree with noticeable liver spots on his neck and face.

Shi Yuqing was not so old; she appeared to be in her early thirties and possessed an intellectual beauty.

Li Zhiyuan noticed that when the old professor passed the door, his eyes betrayed a faint hint of viciousness.

Having killed once, he could do it again.

It was because Qiu Minmin had been so unsatisfied, constantly demanding more, that he sent her to her death.

Shi Yuqing’s eyes, however, reflected the satisfaction of her emotional needs, and she seemed quite pleased.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, should we follow them?"

Although Tan Wenbin didn’t hear the conversation from the next booth, he discerned something significant about the pair from the youth’s expression earlier.

Li Zhiyuan shook his head and said:

"Brother Binbin, let’s call the police."

...

Tan Yunlong sat in front of his desk, fiercely smoking, the ashtray on the desk packed full with cigarette butts.

Wang Chaonan readily admitted to the crime of killing Tang Qiuying because he had accidentally dirtied her bedding left outside to dry while he was trimming the garden.

Then the two had an argument.

It should have been a common quarrel in everyday life, brief in duration. The police didn’t even need to get involved, not to mention campus security, as the argument died down with just the dormitory supervisor advising both to speak less.

No one took the incident seriously. When Tang Qiuying went missing and the police and university surveyed her social network, nobody even remembered this altercation.

It’s like walking down the street when someone cycling by splashes mud on your shoes, and you curse, "Freak!"

But Tang Qiuying had cursed, "May you never have descendants!"

Later investigations revealed that Tang Qiuying and Wang Chaonan had no previous interactions, so she had no idea that this thirty-something-year-old campus grounds worker was childless.

She probably just spat out the curse in a fit of anger, not thinking. Had she used another phrase, however vile, nothing would have come of it.

But that sentence stuck with Wang Chaonan.

He began to watch Tang Qiuying closely, and four months after their quarrel when planting trees along the boulevard, seized an opportunity to kill her when she was alone and buried her body in a freshly dug tree pit.

This type of killer is the most troublesome for the police, the kind that steps out of the conventional scope, unfathomable by ordinary means.

No matter how meticulous the investigation, he cannot be implicated, yet he’s the murderer.

Now, the biggest issue is that Wang Chaonan adamantly refuses to speak regarding Beibei.

He carries a massive obsession, preferring to be executed for murder rather than abandon his belief that he has a son.

He might even wish to be executed sooner, believing that as long as the child can’t find his biological parents, he remains Wang Chaonan’s son.

Wang Chaonan’s wife is the same, if his problem is an intense paranoia, then his wife truly has mental issues.

"Brother Tan, the comrades from that region have sent a message. Take a look."

"So many?"

Parents of abducted children register with the local police; after we notified them, they conducted a check and informed the parents with matching criteria.

Despair is painful, but what is even more painful is the cycle of having hope given amidst despair, only to have it shattered again.

Many parents, upon receiving the news, journeyed only to find that the child was not their own, and on occasion they would witness other parents finding their children, tears of immense joy flowing.

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