Behind the Murder Volume I

Chapter 12

Xu Ruobei's slightly trembling shoulders paused for a moment, and she looked up and looked straight at Zhong Han. Gu Xiaofan couldn't help but sweat, fearing that Xu Ruobei, who had just calmed down, would have an emotional breakdown again due to the stimulation of Zhong Han. Although this man's words were always polite enough, he always went straight to the point when it came to the issues involved, without any euphemism. Didn't he think that Xu Ruobei was full of hostility and disgust towards him?

Fortunately, Xu Ruobei didn't burst out in anger because of Zhong Han's attitude, except for a flash of resentment in her eyes. She took a few deep breaths, as if to stabilize her emotions, and then raised her head with an unpleasant expression and a calm tone, and said to Zhong Han: "If you are willing to understand it this way, I have no objection. I have my position and plan. Even if she is Xuefeng's ex-wife, the legal marriage relationship has been dissolved. I am Xuefeng's legal wife. My husband is in trouble now. No matter what the final result is, I don't want other women to interfere in his affairs except me."

"You just said that you still have a glimmer of hope that you can receive a call from us telling you that the deceased is not Ren Xuefeng himself, and that we made a mistake before, right?" Zhong Han didn't care about Xu Ruobei's attitude at all, and looked very interested. "We want to contact Ren Xuefeng's ex-wife. It has nothing to do with whether we need others to interfere in your family affairs. You and Ren Xuefeng have no children since you got married, and his brothers, sisters, and parents are not local. We need the child born to him and his ex-wife to provide a DNA sample to finally determine whether the deceased is indeed Ren Xuefeng himself."

"Is it necessary?" Xu Ruobei's face became even gloomier. "I have cooperated with your work to identify the body under tremendous pressure and fear. Am I not qualified to determine whether the dead man is my own husband? He is my husband who I have shared a bed with and lived with for nearly seven years! I know him better than his children!"

"If you put it that way, it's a bit interesting." Zhong Han nodded, rubbing his chin with his fingers. "On the one hand, you said that you knew your husband very well, so you were very confident in the result of the identification and felt that you would never make a mistake. On the other hand, you said that you had always been lucky and felt that there was a possibility that you were wrong and the deceased was not Ren Xuefeng himself. Now I don't want to confuse you. Are you confident in your identification results? Or, in fact, in the final analysis, everything else is just an excuse. You are just afraid that Ren Xuefeng's ex-wife and children will know about his death?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Xu Ruobei's face turned pale, her hands clenched into fists, staring at Zhong Han intently, "Why should I be afraid of Xuefeng's ex-wife? You are throwing dirty water on me now. You simply cannot understand the different positions between a woman and her husband's ex-wife!"

"I'm sorry, I really can't understand it, because in my opinion, human life is at stake, and everything should be done with the deceased in mind. At this critical juncture, if you hinder the progress of the investigation for your own selfish reasons, no matter how much affection you say, it's all empty talk and is totally untenable. Am I right?" Zhong Han smiled at Xu Ruobei, which didn't sound like comfort but rather a provocation.

Gu Xiaofan's palms were sweating. Although she seldom went to the scene because of her timidity, she had a lot of experience in conducting questioning and investigation with the families of the deceased. This was the first time she met someone with such an unscrupulous attitude. She couldn't help but worry in her heart, afraid that Zhong Han really pissed off Xu Ruobei, and it would end badly in the end.