Han Bin and the other two left Li Yonghong's house.

Zhao Ming handed over a cigarette: "Why do I think this Lu Xiaojie is not trying to avenge his parents, but rather wants to send her aunt to prison so that he can inherit the inheritance."

"There is no black or white in the world. There must be many reasons behind one thing." Han Bin lit a cigarette and said without caring about it.

"Then where are we going now?"

"Although there are 9 victims in the 715 case, the real target should be Lu Jiawei and his wife. Since Lu Xiaojie provided clues, he would naturally investigate them." Han Bin said.

...

Han Bin and the other two went to the Xizhaiying Village Committee and found Lu Jiaping's home accompanied by village cadres.

On the way, Han Bin learned about the village cadres that Lu Jiaping's family was three, her husband was a teacher, and a daughter who was in college. The family was in good condition.

When they arrived at Lu Jiaping's doorstep, the village cadres left.

Lu Jiaping's house is built with a two-story building with two large green iron doors at the door.

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

"Who?"

"police."

"Crack..." The door opened.

A middle-aged woman emerged and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Mingliang issued the police officer's certificate: "We belong to the criminal police team."

The middle-aged woman glanced at her and flashed to the side: "Please come in."

"What do you call it?" Han Bin asked.

"Lu Jiaping."

"You are Lu Jiawei's sister?"

"Yes, what's wrong."

"Yuhua Branch recently carried out old case investigations. I am responsible for investigating 715 cases and want to find you to know the situation."

"This police officer, your surname?"

"My surname is Han."

Lu Jiaping led the two into the yard: "If you have anything you want to know, I will definitely cooperate."

The yard was covered with floor tiles and was cleaned very clean. After entering the living room, Lu Jiaping asked Han Bin and the others to sit on the sofa and prepare to pour a cup of tea, but Han Bin stopped him.

"Ms. Lu, don't have to be busy anymore. We are not thirsty. Let's take a record and leave." Han Bin said.

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

"Lu Xiaojie, do you know each other?"

"I know, that's my nephew, how can I not know you?" 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 sued some time ago?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Is this 715 case related?" Lu Jiaping asked back.

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

"Yes, there's something going on. I'm his own sister. It's not illegal." Lu Jiaping shrugged.

"Can I read the original suicide note?"

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

"We are here just to investigate and give you a clean innocence."

"Okay, I understand. It must be Lu Xiaojie's grandma who was urging me to tell you bad things to you." Lu Jiaping snorted.

"The police are not interested in the grudges between you two, we just want to investigate the 715 case."

"Wait for a moment." Lu Jiaping got up and went to the bedroom.

When he came out again, he held two kraft paper bags in his hand and opened one of them and handed them to Han Bin on the side: "Look, this is the suicide note written by my brother."

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

Lu Jiaping handed over another document: "You are looking at it. These are all materials written by my brother before. They were all reserved for backups from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Taxation Bureau. The handwriting will definitely not be fake."

Han Bin learned the skills of handwriting identification, opened the suicide note and the materials written by Lu Jiawei during his lifetime, and carefully compared the handwriting on it.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Han Bin watched it for ten minutes.

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

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

"Understand."

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

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

"Look, I didn't lie, is this indeed my brother's suicide note." Lu Jiaping shrugged.

"Lu Jiawei and his wife died in 2009. According to the marriage law of that year, the homestead should also have half of Zhang Shufeng's property rights. Why did the court directly award it to you?" Han Bin asked.

"They are husband and wife, and I admit that I helped them with the wedding, but the law does not recognize it." Lu Jiaping spread her hands.

"They didn't get a certificate?"

Lu Jiaping nodded and explained: "They got married early and were not yet legally old, so they only held a banquet in the village. According to our custom, the two of them got married."

"Later, why didn't they get a marriage certificate?"

"I don't know this." Lu Jiaping said.

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

"We siblings have a good relationship, and he is willing to give it to me. That's his freedom. Is there any problem?" Lu Jiaping said.

"Your reason is not sufficient."

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

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

"I don't know this."

"He finished writing his suicide note and died more than a month later. Don't you think it's a bit too coincidental?" Zhao Ming asked.

"This police officer, I don't like to listen to what you said. Could it be that you mean that I forced my brother to write a suicide note and then killed him?" Lu Jiaping snorted.

"If you cannot give a reasonable explanation, this motivation will be within the scope of the police's consideration." Zhao Ming began to sing a slander.

"I don't know either. How do you ask me to explain it? Besides, there are so many coincidences in this world. If I could explain it clearly, I would have become a scientist." Lu Jiaping said angrily:

"Two, if you really want to solve the case, you will catch the real murderer. Don't waste my time anymore. I have nothing to do with this case and have never killed anyone."

“Where are you from 12 a.m. to 3 a.m. on July 15, 2009?”

"I can't remember it."

"Then you just think about it."

"It's been ten years, I can't remember it." Lu Jiaping said perfunctorily.

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

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

Zhao Ming curled his lips and said, "Okay, there is no clue, I've been in vain."

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

"Is that suicide note fake?" Zhao Ming guessed.

"In my judgment, the suicide note should be true, and, precisely because it is true, the problem is even greater." Han Bin said.
Chapter completed!