Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 252 Thorny Rose (9)

Wang Jianchun was seriously injured in the fall, fracturing his right leg. He remained unconscious for a day and a night after being taken out of the emergency room.

When I woke up, I had a severe headache and vomited. I was also in a daze and couldn't even speak clearly.

Upon seeing Yan Zhen, he became agitated and climbed out of bed, wanting to hit her.

But with his leg in a cast, he was unable to move and could only rage in vain.

The other patient in the ward was a woman in her forties. When she saw Wang Jianchun shouting and threatening Yan Zhen as soon as he woke up, she first tried to persuade him not to get agitated, and then asked Yan Zhen with a gossipy look why he was so agitated.

Yan Zhen moved a small stool and sat in a corner far away from Wang Jianchun. Hearing what the aunt said, her face fell: "My dad is taking his anger out on me. A while ago, the company found out that he was accepting bribes and kickbacks, so he lost his job. A couple of days later, he was arrested for gambling and was locked up for two months before being released. Yesterday, he drank a little and went to Uncle Wang's house next door to harass his wife, and Uncle Wang beat him up again..."

At this point, Yan Zhen sighed, looking like a wronged child: "Ever since my mother passed away when I was nine, he has always felt that I am his jinx, and that all his misfortunes are because of having me as his daughter... I don't know what I did wrong."

Hearing this, the aunt was indignant. She turned her head and spat at Wang Jianchun: "That's too much! Are you even a man? You're full of bad ideas and do nothing right, yet you blame everything on your daughter. Why didn't Old Wang next door beat you to death to rid the world of this scourge!"

Wang Jianchun's eyes widened, and he slurred angrily, "...Lin Xun, you're talking nonsense!"

Yan Zhen smiled mockingly, not forgetting to continue provoking him: "Dad, lie back down and don't move around. Your left leg, which you broke last year when you were escaping through a window during a raid on prostitutes, still has aftereffects. If your right leg also gets damaged, what will you do for the rest of your life?"

The aunt exclaimed in surprise, "What crackdown on prostitution? Your dad goes to prostitutes!"

Yan Zhen sighed: "Yeah, it's because of his incorrigible bad habits that he's been to the police station countless times. Because of him, I can't even take the civil service exam anymore."

The aunt's eyes immediately filled with disgust as she looked at Wang Jianchun. She raised her hand and swept the air in front of her nose: "So dirty. I hope you don't have any contagious diseases on you."

Wang Jianchun: "………………"

He was so angry that he almost fainted.

Yan Zhen didn't stay in the hospital for long. Using the excuse that she still had to go to school, she quickly left the hospital.

After leaving the hospital, Yan Zhen did not go straight back to school, but instead went to Wang Jianchun's house.

Wang Jianchun's home is in an old residential area on the outskirts of the city. It is over 70 square meters, with three bedrooms and one living room. The layout is quite ordinary. The house is quite old, and the security bars on the balcony are corroded and rusty over time.

Yan Zhen opened the door and wandered around each room.

The master bedroom is Wang Jianchun's room, the second bedroom is Lin Xun's room, and another small room is used as a storage room. The kitchen is an open-plan design combining Chinese and Western styles. It seems that a wall was knocked down to increase the space. It is fully equipped with pots and pans, and the vegetables that Wang Jianchun bought yesterday are placed on the western kitchen island.

To Yan Zhen's surprise, the house was cleaned very thoroughly, practically spotless.

After inspecting the house, Yan Zhen frowned.

She didn't come back this time to pack her things or to take Wang Jianchun's money; she wanted to see if the house had the conditions for murder and dismemberment.

Lin Xun's mother, Lin Chan, disappeared on a rainy night eight years ago.

Two years ago, fifteen-year-old Lin Xun secretly used Lin Chan's identity information to check the bank cards, mobile phone cards, and registration and usage of various commonly used apps registered under her name. He also spent money to check whether she had used her identity information to purchase train tickets or plane tickets.

But found nothing.

Lin Chan seemed to have vanished into thin air; after she left, the identity of "Lin Chan" was never used again.

There are only two possibilities in this situation: either Lin Chan has changed her identity and gone into hiding, or she is dead.

Lin Xun leans towards the latter.

In her memory, Lin Chan was like most mothers who loved their children. Although she had a bit of a temper, no matter how hard life was or how tight her finances were, she never thought of abandoning her.

When she was young, Lin Chan carried her on her back in a baby carrier and took her to the vegetable market to work as a vegetable picker and to the night market to set up a stall.

The mother and daughter have survived such a difficult time, and eight-year-old Lin Xun is already capable of taking care of herself. Lin Chan has no reason to abandon her at this time.

She may have been murdered by Wang Jianchun.

Eight years have passed, and much of the evidence, including nearby surveillance footage and traces left by Wang Jianchun, is now lost. There is only one way to find evidence of Lin Chan's murder.

Her body was found.

Wang Jianchun could kill Lin Chan easily, but he couldn't just conjure up a corpse out of thin air.

Lin Chan must be lying in some corner right now, waiting for her daughter to speak out for her.

Yan Zhen carefully inspected the bathroom. The drain was very small, and the house had poor sound insulation. Standing in the living room, she could smell the stench of salted fish wafting from her neighbor's house.

It's highly unlikely that someone could commit murder, dismemberment, and dispose of the body's soft tissue down the drain, then break the bones and dispose of them in batches, all without the neighbors noticing, all within this house.

After leaving the house, Yan Zhen strolled downstairs.

The community's landscaping is quite good, and the drainage system was renovated a few years ago, so it's unlikely that the body was buried nearby.

Wang Jianchun only got his driver's license and bought a car four years ago. Eight years ago, there was no possibility of driving a corpse on a rainy night to dispose of it at a distant location. The idea of ​​taking a taxi with a corpse to dispose of it is utter nonsense.

Yan Zhen felt that her thinking had fallen into some kind of misconception.

Having gained nothing from his trip home, Yan Zhen didn't linger. He packed two thick coats and took the bus back to school.

She returned to room 307, and as she took out her key to open the door, the door opened from the inside, and Xu Zhiyun came out.

The two met briefly, and as Xu Zhiyun brushed past Yan Zhen, he quickly whispered a reminder: "Jiang Xicun is back."

Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow.

She ignored Xu Zhiyun and went straight inside.

Jiang Xicun did indeed return, sitting on the living room sofa with several of his roommates, eating snacks and chatting.

The laughter and chatter stopped abruptly as Yan Zhen walked in.

Yan Zhen looked at Jiang Xicun.

Jiang Xicun's injuries have recovered very well, and there are no traces of the beating she suffered that night on her face. She is holding an ice cream in her hand, and when Yan Zhen glances at her, she subconsciously shrinks her neck.

Realizing her action was somewhat undignified, she straightened her back and adopted her usual sarcastic tone: "Oh, you're back. I heard..."

"I advise you to watch your mouth," Yan Zhen interrupted her. "Unless you want to take another month off."

Jiang Xicun: "..."

Others might not understand the meaning of these words, but Jiang Xicun clearly understood their implications.

She gritted her teeth and muttered to herself as Yan Zhen walked into the room, "We'll see!"