Both Han Bin left Li Yonghong's house.

Zhao Ming handed over a cigarette: "How do I feel that this Lv Xiaojie is not trying to avenge his parents, it is more like sending her aunt to prison, so that he can inherit the inheritance."

"There is no black and white in the world, there must be many reasons behind one thing." Han Bin lighted his cigarette and said disapprovingly.

"Then where are we going now?"

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

...

Both Han Bin went to the village committee of Xidiying Village and found Lu Jiaping's house accompanied by village officials.

On the way, Han Bin found out about the village officials. Lu Jiaping has a family of three. The husband is a teacher, and there is a daughter who is in college. The family conditions are pretty good.

At the door of Lu Jiaping's house, the village cadres left.

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

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

"Who is it?"

"Policemen."

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

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

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

The middle-aged woman took a look, then flashed aside: "Please come in."

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

"Lu Jiaping."

"Are you Lu Jiawei's sister?"

"Yes, what's up."

"The Yuhua branch has recently launched investigations into old cases. I am responsible for investigating 715 cases. I would like to ask you to find out more."

"This police officer, your last name?"

"My last name is Han."

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

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

"Ms. Lu, don't have to work, we are not thirsty, we will leave after a transcript." Han Bin said.

Lv Jiaping sat down on the side of the sofa and asked, "Police Officer Han, how come this case has passed so long, so why do you think of re-investigating? Are there any new clues?"

"Lu Xiaojie, do you know him?"

"Yes, that's my nephew, don't you know?" 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 had a lawsuit some time ago?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Does this 715 case matter?" Lu Jiaping asked rhetorically.

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

"Yes, there is such a thing, I am his relatives, this is not illegal." Lu Jiaping shrugged.

"The original suicide note, can I see it?"

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

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

"Yes, I see, it must be Lv Xiaojie's grandmother who slapped me in the back and told them bad things about me." Lv Jiaping snorted.

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

"Two, wait a minute." Lu Jiaping got up and went to the bedroom.

When he came out again, holding two kraft paper bags in his hand, he first opened one of them and handed it to Han Bin who was aside: "Look, this is a suicide note written by my brother."

Han Bin took it and checked it, and 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 my brother wrote before. They are all backed up in the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Taxation Bureau. There is absolutely no possibility of false handwriting."

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

As time passed, Han Bin watched for ten minutes.

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

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

"Understand a little."

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

"The suicide note and these materials are indeed from a person's handwriting." Han Bin's words leave room, provided that the materials are indeed written by Lu Jiawei.

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

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

"They are husband and wife, and I admit that I did the wedding for them, but the law doesn't recognize it." Lu Jiaping spread his hands.

"They didn't get the certificate?"

Lv Jiaping nodded and explained: "They got married early and they weren't of legal age, so they only held a banquet in the village. According to our custom, the two are married."

"Later, why didn't they reissue the marriage certificate."

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

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

"Our sister and brother 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 insufficient."

"That suicide note is not fraudulent, you have all seen it."

"He was still a young man, 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 hear what you said. Could it be that you meant that I forced my brother to write a suicide note and then killed him?" Lu Jiaping hummed.

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

"I don't know how you want me to explain it. Besides, there are so many coincidences in this world. If I explain them clearly, I will be 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 my time. I have nothing to do with this case, and I have never killed anyone."

"From 12 am to 3 am on July 15, 2009, where were you?"

"I can't remember."

"Then you just 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 still perfunctory.

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

Zhao Ming curled his lips and said, "Yes, there are no clues. I came here for nothing."

"Nor can you 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 true, and precisely because it is true, the problem is even greater," Han Bin said.

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