I was just telling a story, why is the whole internet urging me to turn myself in?

Chapter 68: The law doesn't judge motives, but he should be arrested!

"This is not a perfect crime at all—it is the most cruel martyrdom—"

Looking at the lone comment floating across the screen, Shen Feng remained silent.

He reached out and pressed the button to turn off the live stream.

The clamor of millions of people was instantly cut off, leaving only the faint white noise of the central air conditioning running in the spacious CEO's office.

Shen Feng slumped in the boss's chair and rubbed his aching cheeks hard.

"Master, you orchestrated this whole thing perfectly today!" Xiao Yu exclaimed excitedly, rubbing his hands together. "Now nobody on the internet is paying attention to that fake recording anymore; everyone's talking about who this 'genius X' is!"

Shen Feng didn't reply. He picked up his thermos and took a big gulp of goji berry water, suppressing the absurd feeling that arose from the overlap between the plot and reality.

Absolutely ridiculous.

The script provided by this lousy system is like repeatedly rubbing the fig leaf of humanity into the ground.

Meanwhile, at the Jiangzhou Defense Station, in the Special Case Team meeting room.

The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts, and the whiteboard was covered with Chen Mei's network of interpersonal relationships.

"Captain Su, based on the profile Shen Feng provided in his live stream, we've focused our screening on all men around Chen Mei who possess 'high intelligence' and 'strong logic' characteristics."

Old Zhang, sporting dark circles under his eyes, handed a thin file to Su Qing.

"This person is perfect."

Su Qing took the file.

The man in the photo is wearing black-rimmed glasses, has thinning hair, and his eyes are as calm as a stagnant pool.

Zhou Mingyuan.

A 45-year-old junior high school math teacher at the Third Middle School in the Eastern District of Jiangcheng.

He won the title of gold medal coach in the National High School Mathematics League for three consecutive years, but later, due to his introverted personality and poor social skills, he voluntarily applied to be transferred to the junior high school.

Most importantly, his address was in the old residential building next to Chen Mei's convenience store.

Every morning at 7:30, he would go to Chen Mei's shop to buy a signature bento box.

"Is that all?" Su Qing stared at the photos, her brow furrowed. "These alone are insufficient to prove that he is the genius who devised the scheme to switch cases."

"And there are even more outrageous ones."

The young police officer next to him swallowed hard and slammed two sets of data he had just retrieved from the medical insurance bureau and the bank onto the table.

"Team Leader Su, Zhou Mingyuan was diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer at the Municipal Cancer Hospital three months ago."

"The doctor's estimated survival time is no more than eight months."

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

Pointing to the bank statement, Xiao Li's voice trembled slightly: "On the third day after Chen Mei's case, Zhou Mingyuan went to the bank."

"He liquidated all his investments and savings, totaling 473,000 yuan, and anonymously donated it to a children's education trust fund."

"And the sole designated beneficiary of that fund is Chen Mei's daughter, Chen Xiaoyu."

Su Qing's hands, which were holding the flowing water, suddenly tightened, her knuckles turning white from the force.

At this moment, all the clues fit together perfectly.

Just as Shen Feng said in the live broadcast, this man even calculated the cost-effectiveness of his imprisonment and the future of his beloved woman and daughter to two decimal places.

Looking at the gaunt man in the photo, Su Qing murmured to herself, "A dying genius, with the last of his life, paved the way for others—"

"Is this a crime, or—"

She didn't finish her sentence because, as a police officer, she couldn't say that word.

2:00 AM, 68th floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center.

"bite"

The doors of the private elevator slowly opened, and Su Qing, dressed in a simple black trench coat, stepped out alone.

They did not bring any members of the special task force, and they were not wearing uniforms.

Xu Zhengyang, who had been standing guard in the corridor, blocked her way like a wall.

"Captain Su, what brings you here so late?" Xu Zhengyang's eyes were sharp as he scanned Su Qing's pockets and collar.

"I'm looking for Shen Feng." Su Qing opened her arms and said frankly, "I didn't bring a recording pen or body camera. This is my private identity."

Xu Zhengyang carefully checked everything and, after confirming that everything was correct, stepped aside and pushed open the heavy wooden door to the president's office.

The office lights were not on.

Shen Feng, holding his old-fashioned thermos, stood quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking Jiangzhou, this steel jungle shrouded in night.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Feng did not turn around.

The aura of a superior silently emanated from him, making his already profound figure appear as elusive as a god.

Actually, Shen Feng was extremely panicked.

"A female police captain came to see me in the middle of the night. Is she about to close the net or trying to extract information? Did I say anything wrong tonight?"

Shen Feng was frantically reviewing the situation in his mind, but on the surface he remained as calm as a rock.

"Captain Su, you're visiting so late at night, surely you're not here to invite me for a midnight snack?" Shen Feng turned around, walked to the mahogany desk, and sat down, his tone calm.

Su Qing walked to the desk but did not sit down.

She stared straight at Shen Feng, her eyes no longer holding the tense scrutiny of the past, but instead revealing a deep weariness and confusion.

"We've found it," Su Qing said, her voice a little hoarse.

"Zhou Mingyuan, a math teacher with terminal liver cancer, left all his savings to Chen Mei's daughter."

Su Qing placed her hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently into Shen Feng's eyes.

"Shen Feng, I'm not standing here today as the head of the special case team. I'm just a colleague who's stuck with a case."

I have a question for you.

"If Zhou Mingyuan really is that X, do you think he should be arrested?"

The moment this question was raised, the air in the office seemed to freeze.

Xu Zhengyang, standing by the door, frowned slightly.

This is not a question a criminal investigator should ask. It shows that Su Qing's psychological defenses have been breached by the extremely distorted yet extremely pure humanity behind this case.

Shen Feng paused slightly in the hand holding the thermos.

He looked at Su Qing's bloodshot eyes and sighed inwardly.

From a legal perspective, Zhou Mingyuan is certainly a murderer.

In order to save the person he loved, he cruelly took the life of another innocent person, Liu Degui.

But from a human perspective, the dying man was simply using his remaining body to fill the void in another person's life.

Shen Feng unscrewed the thermos and slowly took a sip of water.

With the blessing of "God-level Criminal Psychology", his voice is deep and mellow, with a quality that penetrates the soul.

"Captain Su, the law does not judge motives, but history will remember the motives."

Shen Feng put down his water glass and calmly met Su Qing's gaze.

"He should be arrested. Because no matter how great his love is, Liu Degui's life is still a life. Just because Liu Degui is a nobody on the margins doesn't mean his life can be treated as a consumable in a mathematical formula."

"There is no love in this world that can be built on the basis of trampling on another innocent life."

"

Shen Feng's words were devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet they struck Su Qing's heart like a heavy hammer.

"But before we arrest him—"

Shen Feng's gaze passed over Su Qing and looked at the deep night outside the window.

"You should go find Liu Degui first."

"That's a soul whose death went unnoticed. Don't let him stay submerged in the cold water any longer."

Su Qing was startled.

She bit her lower lip hard, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the stinging in her eyes.

"I see."

Su Qing straightened up and nodded slightly to Shen Feng.

She turned around and strode towards the door.

Just as she was about to step out of the office, Su Qing stopped in her tracks.

She turned around and glanced at Shen Feng.

That single glance contained a complex story.

There was respect for Shen Feng's almost omniscient logic, confusion about what role he actually played, and a glimmer of light that she herself could not yet define.

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