At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

"The trail hasn't gone cold!"

Chen Geng quickly said, "Check the platform orders! Check the payment account! Check the florist's surveillance footage! The orders were placed online, so there must be traces!"

"You need to investigate legally and compliantly, not interrogate a delivery rider who might not know anything!"

Yang Yongchao, panting heavily, stared intently at Chen Geng, then glanced at the terrified young man, and his reason slowly returned.

Chen Geng is right. He is currently suspended from his post and has no law enforcement power. Taking any private action would only give others a handle to use against him.

Chen Geng then turned to the deliveryman and said sternly:

"If you want to clear your name, you must fully cooperate with the police investigation!"

"Tell Officer Yang everything you know about this order, including the situation at the florist when you picked up the flowers, and whether there were any suspicious people or things."

"You are now a key witness, not a suspect, understand?"

The young man nodded eagerly.

Yang Yongchao took a few deep breaths, took out his phone, and started calling his trusted colleagues who were still employed, informing them of the bomb situation and the lead about the delivery driver, asking them to immediately summon the driver according to the law and to verify the platform and the flower shop.

He deliberately emphasized Chen Geng's reminder—focus on investigating the platform's orders and payment sources.

After making these arrangements, Yang Yongchao looked at Chen Geng with extremely complicated eyes.

If Chen Geng hadn't stopped him today, he might have already made a terrible mistake.

But Chen Geng's "precognition" and calm judgment made him unable to help but have doubts.

Chen Geng checked the time; it was already past 2 PM.

"Team Leader Yang, I'm leaving this to your colleague. I need to get back to the company right away. Contact me by phone if anything comes up!"

He had to rush back; he still had Li Qianqian's "investment" to deal with that afternoon.

Yang Yongchao nodded and said nothing more.

Chen Geng left in a hurry and drove back to the company.

On the way, he was unable to calm down.

The explosion at the funeral home was clearly aimed at the police, and even at Zhang Guowei's funeral; it was extremely arrogant.

Lu Jiahao is a suspect, but the anonymous person who delivered the bomb is the real ruthless character.

Could it be the same person? Or two separate factions?

He touched the voice recorder in his pocket. He had recorded everything he saw and heard at the funeral home today, especially Lu Jiahao's words and actions and the appearance of the food delivery guy.

Back at the company, he found a quiet corner to slack off, quickly replaying the recording and organizing his thoughts.

Suddenly, a bold idea flashed through my mind!

A teahouse killer disguised as a deliveryman... A funeral home bomb delivered by a real deliveryman... Could there be a connection between the two?

What if the "deliveryman" who left the teahouse had something else in the food container he was carrying?

For example... Zhang Guowei sensed danger and temporarily had a real errand runner take away the crucial evidence?

The killer chased them to the teahouse in order to retrieve evidence or silence them.

This idea made Chen Geng's heart race.

He immediately took out his phone and dialed Yang Yongchao's number.

The call was answered quickly, and there was some background noise, suggesting that Yang Yongchao was in a car.

"Captain Yang, it's me, Chen Geng! I have a guess, listen to it."

Chen Geng quickly said, "At the teahouse crime scene, have you checked the surveillance footage of the deliveryman leaving? He might not be the killer in disguise, but a real deliveryman?"

"Is it possible that Captain Zhang met with an informant or obtained some crucial information at the teahouse, sensed danger, and temporarily had a deliveryman he trusted, or who happened to be passing by, deliver the item?"

"Did the killer go to the teahouse to chase after that thing, or to silence them?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, with only Yang Yongchao's slightly heavy breathing.

They hadn't really thought about this angle before; their attention had been drawn to Yang Yongchao by the "disguise" and the note.

"...That's possible."

Yang Yongchao's voice was filled with suppressed excitement, "If that's the case, that thing..."

Before he could finish speaking, another call came in.

Yang Yongchao glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar local number.

"Chen Geng, I have a call coming in from a local number. I'll take it first."

After Yang Yongchao finished speaking, he switched to the other side.

"Feed? Who?"

"Is this Mr. Yang Yongchao? Here is a same-city express package for you, sent by Mr. Zhang. Are you home? Is it convenient for you to deliver it now?" the courier's voice came through.

Surname Zhang? Package?

Yang Yongchao's blood seemed to freeze instantly!

He suddenly remembered Chen Geng's guess!

"I'm outside! What's in the package? When was it sent?" Yang Yongchao asked urgently.

"It's a file folder, quite thin. The mailing time... let me check, it was around 3 pm yesterday, picked up and put into storage by a service point in the west of the city."

Yesterday afternoon at 3 PM!

Zhang Guowei was murdered around 2 PM yesterday!

The timing is right!

This is very likely something Zhang Guowei sent before his murder!

"I'm not home right now, but I'll be right back! No, where are you? I'll come to you and get it! Right now!"

Yang Yongchao's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"I'm at the courier station near your home, the address is..."

"Wait for me! I'm coming right away! Don't give it to anyone who comes to collect it! Wait for me!"

Yang Yongchao practically yelled as he hung up the phone and immediately shouted at the driver:

"Change course immediately! Go to this address! Quickly! As fast as you can!"

He then dialed Chen Geng's number again, his voice filled with unprecedented urgency and a slight tremor:

"Chen Geng! You might be right! There's a same-city delivery! It was sent to me by someone surnamed Zhang yesterday afternoon! I'm on my way to pick it up!"

Chen Geng held his breath on the other end of the phone.

There really was something! Zhang Guowei left a clue!

"Be careful, Captain Yang! Be aware of your surroundings when you pick up the package; there might be eyes watching you! Don't open it right away. Find a safe place, preferably with a trusted colleague present, before you look at it!" Chen Geng quickly reminded him.

"I understand! Thanks!" Yang Yongchao hung up quickly.

Chen Geng held his phone, his heart pounding with emotion.

If that package truly contained evidence left by Zhang Guowei, then the true culprit's identity is likely about to be revealed!

He composed himself and walked into the company building.

The afternoon's work had to continue, and Li Qianqian's "investment" also needed to be dealt with.

Back at his workstation, he first opened his stock trading software and glanced at the international gold price trend.

As expected, gold prices soared due to the terrorist attacks and the situation.

He had already used his intelligence to buy relevant gold ETFs with most of his remaining liquid funds at the opening bell, and now he had a floating profit of nearly 8%. He decisively sold a portion of his holdings, cashing out over 300,000 yuan.

Looking at the extra "quick money" in his bank account, Chen Geng's lips curled into a cold smile.

Li Qianqian wanted to lure me in with "high returns" to make me greedy, so she could control me step by step and make me embezzle public funds to fill her trap.

She wants to mess with me, so why can't I mess with her back?

Let her lift a rock only to drop it on her own foot!

He transferred 300,000 yuan to the account provided by Li Qianqian, with the note "Investment - Chen Geng".

He will make Li Qianqian return the money, including the principal and interest, and he will make her lose everything in her attempt to steal a chicken.

After finishing all that, he checked the time and started dealing with the backlog of work, but most of his thoughts were on Yang Yongchao and that mysterious express package.