In one household, after gathering the basic information, Wang Yan asked, "Brother Lin, do you remember a man named Yan Fulin?"
The head of this household was named Lin Zhongshan. According to the records from the old dismemberment case, Lin Zhongshan had been a mechanic working under Yan Fulin back then. Thirteen years had passed. The mechanic in his twenties who had once worked for someone else now owned his own repair shop, with several workers under him. His family was harmonious, and his life was happy.
Hearing Wang Yan's question, Lin Zhongshan sighed. "How could I forget? People have asked about it several times over the past decade. Every time you set up some special task force, you ask again. Officer Wang, is there another task force now?"
"No. Since the case happened here in Balihe, I pulled it out while I had some free time and planned to look into it again, see if we could find any new clues. No matter what, a life was lost, and the method was especially vicious. We have to give an account of it. If we can't solve it in ten years, then we'll take twenty. Sooner or later, we'll find the real culprit. Brother Lin, think carefully and tell me what you remember."
"Actually, I think about it when I've got nothing to do. Brother Fu—oh, everyone who knew Yan Fulin called him Brother Fu. Sounded nicer that way. By today's standards, Brother Fu was basically a gangster. Back then, he was a known figure throughout Ping'an City. In the nineties, he got caught for all sorts of organized crime and was sentenced to eleven years. He had connections and guts. After he got out, he scraped together some money and started dealing used cars.
"That was when I went