A perfect crime? To me, it's full of flaws!

Watching his spendthrift apprentice's back disappear through the door, Liu Yuanshan let out a heavy snort.

I picked up the thermos on the table, unscrewed it, and took a small sip.

In the end, the old man couldn't resist, took out his phone, and dialed a number from a list of contacts.

"Xiao He, my apprentice has gone to the crime scene. Send someone clever to follow him. Make sure he's not bullied and don't let him do anything reckless."

After finishing his sentence, Liu Yuanshan hung up the phone decisively.

What can he do?

Ultimately, you have to spoil your own child.

Actually, there was a reason why Liu Yuanshan had such a big temper with Qi Feng just now.

The old man is jealous!

That brat, after coming back from H City, didn't even visit his own master's house first, but instead ran straight to his father-in-law's house!

Where does this leave his own father... his master?! This is utterly outrageous and utterly disrespectful!

If I don't teach this kid a lesson, what will he do in the future? Where will my authority as his master be?!

Thinking of this, Liu Yuanshan felt angry again. He picked up the newspaper on the table and slapped it several times in the air at the chair that Qi Feng had just sat in before he felt a little better.

.......

Meanwhile, Qi Feng, who was driving to the scene of the crime, had no idea that he had been scolded by his master because the old man was jealous.

He was still reviewing the contents of the case file in his mind.

Chamber of Secrets?

Did a person with their hands and feet tied behind their back strangle themselves to death?

Was he murdered?

In a locked room with doors and windows locked from the inside and even the peephole intact, the murderer killed someone and then performed a miraculous transformation, seemingly ascending to heaven on the spot.

As for those conspiracy theories that the publisher staged the author's murder to boost sales...

Pooh!

Do they think the publishers are idiots?! They'd rather die than live!

Filled with doubts and complaints, Qi Feng parked his car downstairs at the apartment building where the deceased, Feng Qianqian, lived.

He had just gotten out of the car when a voice came from behind him.

"Excuse me, are you Comrade Qi Feng?"

Qi Feng turned around and saw a strong man in his thirties walking quickly toward him.

"I am, and you are?"

"My name is Wu Di. Captain He told me to wait for you here and take you to the scene. You can call me Lao Wu or Brother Di, it's fine either way," Wu Di said.

"That's troublesome, Brother Di."

Qi Feng understood instantly.

Captain He? He'd never even heard of him.

This must have been arranged by my proud old man.

They say "get lost" but their actions say otherwise.

The two took the elevator to the seventh floor.

At the far end of the corridor, a room was cordoned off with yellow and white police tape, and two police officers from the local police station were standing guard there.

Upon seeing Wu Di bring Qi Feng over, they set up a cordon.

Qi Feng followed Wu Di across the cordon and entered the apartment.

Sure enough, as the case file stated, all the furniture and belongings in the entire apartment had been removed. The walls were snow-white, the floors were spotless, and even the bathroom lacked basic necessities like toothbrushes and towels.

In the very center of the empty room, a black wrought iron bed stood alone, exuding an eerie aura.

Qi Feng leisurely strolled around the room for a moment before activating his skill.

"My eyes are my ruler!"

He slowly scanned the entire room with his gaze.

The door lock... has no red border.

The window latch... has no red frame.

There are no red borders on the floor, walls, corners, or the bed in the middle.

Qi Feng thought about it and then understood.

Yes, this apartment is less than 30 square meters in total, and everything has been moved out.

If forensic investigators can miss clues like this, they might as well all resign and go work as screen protectors under overpasses.

It seems this case is quite interesting.

"Brother Di," Qi Feng withdrew his gaze and turned to Wu Di, "Where did all the things the deceased took go?"

Since no useful clues could be found here, Qi Feng decided to check if there were any clues among the things that had been moved.

"According to the information we found, it was all transported to her old house in the suburbs by a moving company. The colleagues from the Municipal Bureau's Trace Evidence Department should be there now, examining that pile of things. Shall we go over there?" Wu Di replied immediately.

"No rush, let's wait until they've finished their inspection. Let's go back to the station first," Qi Feng said, shaking his head after hearing that the forensic examination was over.

Are they competing with for trace evidence inspection work?

No need.

His master had told him that he should be humble!

You went up there all by yourself, what are you yelling about!

That's called stealing credit!

Wait until others can't figure it out before you go!

What's that called!

That's called divine intervention!