Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 374 is a scumbag.
The next day, after breakfast, everyone held a meeting to review all the clues they had gathered and confirm the direction of the investigation.

Two sets of DNA were detected on the pajamas retrieved from Guan Zhou's villa. One set belonged to Guan Zhou, while the other could not be matched in the DNA database.

News has also emerged about fingerprints collected in various locations.

A woman's fingerprints matched those found in Guan Zhou's villa.

"The woman's name is Yan Zhi, and she's currently filming in Jiangcheng," Qi Feng said. "Yan Zhi said she and Guan Zhou used to be lovers. She even spent the night at Guan Zhou's villa."

"You used to be lovers. When did you break up?" Lu Zhishen asked.

"Two days before Guan Zhou's vacation," Qi Feng said, "Yan Zhi said that Guan Zhou told her face to face that they shouldn't contact each other about anything other than work. Then he said he had arranged a variety show for her to film in Jiangcheng, and she flew to Jiangcheng on the day they broke up."

"Did she stay in Jiangcheng after that?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"I checked her itinerary and it's confirmed that she stayed in Jiangcheng the whole time after she arrived, and didn't go anywhere else," Qi Feng said. "I've also confirmed this with the staff."

Su Miaoyi nodded.

Zhuang Yanzheng said, "The safe in Guanzhou Villa was opened, and they found syringes, 500 grams of methamphetamine, and ice curling."

Su Miaoyi looked at the photos that had been taken: "Were fingerprints found on these items?"

“There are fingerprints,” Zhuang Yanzheng said. “They match the fingerprints on the paintings on the wall and most of the fingerprints inside the villa.”

“It should be Guan Zhou’s fingerprints,” Yan Cheng said. “His hands were soaked in water, so the fingerprints are no longer of any reference value. However, some sweat was collected from the fingerprints in the villa, and the DNA comparison showed that it was Guan Zhou’s, so it should be his fingerprints.”

“There are also cell phones,” Zhuang Yanzheng said. “The two cell phones that Zhishen found in the study have been unlocked. After looking at the chat history, they should be cell phones that were used two years ago.”

He then projected the chat history onto the screen.

Several people were watching.

After reading through several people's chat logs, Chu Xingrou said, "He's a scumbag!"

“Indeed,” Su Miaoyi said.

According to the chat logs, he maintained ambiguous relationships with three people at the same time.

The conversation was quite explicit, and he invited the three people to spend the night at his villa.

He told everyone he was the only one, and then called different people to his villa.

In addition to the three people at the same time, he also maintained ambiguous relationships with different people at other times.

Judging from the questions raised by the other party in several of the chat logs, he proposed to break up with the other party shortly after the relationship began.

Some are in a romantic relationship, while others are simply inappropriate relationships.

"He's an absolute scumbag!" Chu Xingrou exclaimed as she looked at the chat logs.

The chat history on both phones is almost entirely like this.

“We should also ask those people who had a very unpleasant argument in the chat history,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

"Okay," Qi Feng replied.

"And this too." Zhuang Yanzheng pointed to the WeChat friend addition section on the projected screen, "This is the person Guan Zhou added."

The person's profile picture was completely black, and their name was just the letter X.

"The verification message Guan Zhou sent when adding the contact," Zhuang Yanzheng said, "is slang for buying and selling drugs. This contact cannot be found in WeChat. Judging from the addition list, the contact was added successfully, but Guan Zhou deleted the person afterward. The technical department is investigating this WeChat account."

"You're really bold to contact people this way," Lu Zhishen said.

“They use slang and other symbols to replace drug names, which makes them quite difficult to detect,” Zhuang Yanzheng said. “I’ve spoken to the anti-drug squad, and they’re asking us to investigate first.”

Several people nodded, and after a while, Su Miaoyi said, "These two phones were used two years ago, but Guan Zhou's current phone is missing. Guan Zhou's assistant said that his work phone and personal phone are separate. Did the murderer take both phones?"

“There must be information on the phone that could expose the killer,” Lu Zhishen said. “Can’t you locate him?”

"Not yet." Zhuang Yanzheng leaned back in his chair and looked at the screen. "Wen Xiao asked the residents near the park, but there were a lot of people, and they haven't finished asking yet. They haven't gotten any useful information, and the missing arm hasn't been recovered yet."

“Guan Zhou’s parents can arrive in Jinghai this morning,” Qi Feng said.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at Yan Cheng. Yan Cheng took a deep breath: "I suggest that they not see Guan Zhou's body. I suggest that they wait until the funeral director has finished restoring it before they can see it."

"Okay." Zhuang Yanzheng looked at Qi Feng and Brother Zheng, "You two are in charge of communication."

The two agreed.

Had lunch.

Su Miaoyi and Zhuang Yanzheng went to see Ai Lan.

Zhuang Yanzheng drove, and Su Miaoyi took a nap in the car, sleeping for several tens of minutes.

When I contacted Ai Lan yesterday, she said we would meet at the company today.

So the two of them went to Tzu Chi Group.

When they arrived at the company building, Su Miaoyi looked at the group's building and asked Zhuang Yanzheng, "Do you recognize it?"

"I've heard of him, but I don't know him," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "Do you know him?"

“I’ve never heard of it,” Su Miao said. “My uncle and brother never talk to me about this kind of thing.”

As the two walked into the building, Zhuang Yanzheng said, "You don't want to listen either."

"Do you like listening to this?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"I don't like it," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "But does President Zhuang seem like the kind of person who would stay silent just because I don't like hearing about it?"

“Uncle Zhuang is probably still thinking about you taking over the family business after you retire,” Su Miaoyi said.

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at her and said, "How unlucky can a person be to have to work from home after retirement?"

The two entered the company building, spoke to the receptionist, and were quickly led to the reception room by someone.

Based on the plane's landing time, Ai Lan arrived at the company in about ten minutes.

When they arrived, Ai Lan was already working.

The two waited in the reception room for a while.

“All jobs are so hard,” Su Miaoyi said.

"I've heard that people are happiest when they're working, on payday," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi looked at him: "Why did you say you were unhappy when you got paid?"

“I’m happy,” Zhuang Yanzheng said. “When I first started working, I gave all my salary to my mom. My dad looked at my salary and said, ‘It’s not even worth a single hair of my mom’s.’”

Although his father said that, his first month's salary after starting work is still on the wall of his family's study.

His mother framed his salary slip.

The frame for the picture was worth ten times his salary.

So much so that he spent several months' worth of wages paying off the picture frames.

"And you? Are you happy?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

Su Miaoyi thought for a moment and said softly, "I didn't feel anything before. I was just happy at work and didn't care much about the salary. Actually, I was happy whether I got paid or not. But in the past year, I've been happy to get paid and I've started to have a real sense of money."

She didn't say it explicitly, but Zhuang Yanzheng understood.

When she was Qin Leyan, she didn't feel anything because she wasn't short of money; the money in her salary account probably hadn't even been touched. But after gaining Su Miaoyi's memories, she would be very happy to receive her salary.

　Let's stick to one chapter today.

　　My brain hasn't been working properly these past few days.

　　Whenever I'm in a bad mood, I want to bang my head against the wall to cheer myself up.

　　Goodnight everybody
　　(End of this chapter)