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

Municipal Public Security Bureau, interrogation room.

Behind the one-way glass.

The suspect, Shen Pingping, sat in the interrogation chair, her handcuffs locked to the barrier, her disheveled hair covering half her face, and her head drooping limply.

From the moment she was brought in until now, a full hour has passed, and she hasn't moved an inch or uttered a single word.

Zhao Gang stood outside the glass, arms crossed.

"Leave her hanging," Zhao Gang said coldly. "Wait for the forensic and DNA test results, then use the irrefutable evidence to force her mouth shut."

Da Liu nodded, his eyes bloodshot: "Understood."

Zhao Gang turned around and pushed open the door to the public office area of ​​the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

A burst of lively, bustling noise rushed towards us.

In the center of the office area, Qi Feng was slumped in an ergonomic chair with his legs crossed and propped up on the desk.

He held a glass of warm milk in his left hand and half a peeled orange in his right.

Four or five young policewomen surrounded him, their eyes sparkling.

"Advisor Qi, how did you come up with the idea of ​​just ramming it with your car? That was so cool!" A policewoman with a ponytail exclaimed with admiration.

Qi Feng popped a segment of orange into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and said with great enthusiasm, "That's called tactics. That woman has extremely strong counter-surveillance awareness. Reasoning with her is useless; you have to use magic to defeat magic. When I stood there, I focused my energy, and my domineering aura was released. That security guard was immediately subdued by me. It was a perfect match."

Beside her, Lin Haitang sat at her workstation, looking disdainfully at the smug Qi Feng.

She rolled her eyes and casually tossed the remaining half of the orange into Qi Feng's arms: "Eat yours."

Qi Feng caught it steadily and said with a grin, "Thank you for feeding me, Sister Haitang."

Zhao Gang stood at the door, watching this scene, his lips twitching violently twice.

No wonder his male colleagues in the provincial department gritted their teeth whenever they mentioned this guy.

They're not here to investigate a case; they're here to buy goods.

But Zhao Gang didn't get angry. He knew that if it weren't for Qi Feng tonight, the baby with congenital heart disease who was born at nine months old would definitely not have survived.

This kid has the right to be arrogant.

Zhao Gang walked over and tapped the table with his fingers.

The policewomen immediately dispersed: "Captain Zhao."

"Alright, everyone get back to work." Zhao Gang waved his hand, his gaze falling on Qi Feng. "Qi Feng, you've been working on this for a whole day and night. You don't need to attend the preliminary hearings afterwards. Go back to the hotel first. I'll call you as soon as the test results are out."

Qi Feng put his legs down and stretched out a big yawn.

The bones made a few crisp cracking sounds.

After more than ten hours of intense work and operating his skills at full power, his mental energy was already exhausted, and now it felt like there was a drill buzzing in his head.

"Alright, I'm leaving then." Qi Feng stood up, patting the wrinkles on his clothes. "Shen Pingping has a serious mental illness and is extremely adept at counter-surveillance. Don't follow the usual procedures during the pre-trial interrogation. If you encounter any problems, call me anytime."

"I know. Go to sleep." Zhao Gang waved his hand.

Qi Feng turned to Lin Haitang: "Sister Haitang, are we going back?"

Lin Haitang's injuries hadn't fully healed, and she was only pushing herself to the limit to keep up with the case tonight. The two happened to be staying at the same hotel.

"Let's go." Lin Haitang picked up her coat and draped it over her shoulders.

1:30 a.m.

Qi Feng drove a police car and parked it in front of the hotel.

The two entered the lobby.

"I'm so sleepy, I can fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow." Qi Feng yawned and walked to the front desk. "Miss, please get the room key for 307. I forgot to bring it when I left in a hurry."

The receptionist looked up, typed a few words on the computer, and then paused, her expression blank.

"Sir, your room 307... has already been checked out."

Qi Feng's yawn was cut off mid-sentence: "Returned? Who returned it? I'm not dead yet, who dares to touch my room?"

Lin Haitang walked over, frowning slightly: "What's going on?"

The receptionist glanced at Qi Feng, then at Lin Haitang, and gave a professional yet gossipy smile: "A police officer surnamed Li came to cancel his reservation. He said you were traveling together, and to save money, he canceled room 307. He has already moved all your luggage to this lady's room 308."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Qi Feng's eyes widened, and he pointed at himself in disbelief: "Move into her room? No way, is Old Li crazy?!"

Lin Haitang's expression changed slightly, and her eyes instantly turned cold.

"Call and find out for yourself," Lin Haitang said calmly.

Qi Feng felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly took out his phone and dialed the number of Lao Li, the logistics officer at the Municipal Bureau.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"Hey? Consultant Qi!" Old Li's loud voice boomed through the receiver, making Qi Feng's ears ache.

"Brother Li! What have you done? Who told you to cancel my room?!" Qi Feng suppressed his anger.

"Oh, Consultant Qi, you're being too polite!" Old Li laughed heartily on the other end of the phone, his voice so loud that even the receptionist two meters away could hear him clearly.

"You were outside the hospital's emergency room, grabbing the doctor's hand and crying, saying you were Officer Lin's husband—we heard it all! We're all on the same side, and for a couple to book two rooms while on a business trip is a waste of national resources! I took it upon myself to get a refund for you! I even put your luggage in Officer Lin's room! No need to thank me, it's just my job in logistics!"

beep.

The phone hangs up.

The lobby was deathly silent.

The receptionist had her head down, her shoulders shaking wildly as she desperately tried to suppress her laughter.

Qi Feng, holding his phone, stiffly turned his head.

Lin Haitang stood there, her expression a half-smile, but her eyes seemed to burn with two flames. Her fair cheeks were flushed with an eerie blush.

"Sister Haitang..." Qi Feng swallowed hard. "Let me explain... no, let me explain."

"No explanation needed."

Lin Haitang's lips curled into a gentle, fake smile.

She stepped forward and took Qi Feng's arm.

To outsiders, they looked just like a loving young couple.

But only Qi Feng knew that Lin Haitang's thumb and forefinger had precisely pinched the softest part of his waist.

Clockwise, 360 degrees.

"Hiss...!" Qi Feng gasped, his features contorting instantly.

"Let's go, my little husband." Lin Haitang gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words.

She dragged Qi Feng along and headed straight for the elevator.

Qi Feng, like a kidnapped punching bag, staggered behind, barely daring to breathe.

The elevator is going up.

Ding. We've arrived at the third floor.

The two stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the door of room 308.

Lin Haitang swiped her card and pushed open the door.

Qi Feng had just stepped halfway in.

boom!

Lin Haitang slammed the door shut behind her, causing Qi Feng to stumble as she pulled him.

The next second, the fake smile on Lin Haitang's face vanished instantly.

"ha!"

She lowered her waist, took a step forward, grabbed Qi Feng's wrist with her right hand, pressed down hard, and at the same time swept her left leg towards Qi Feng's base.

A clean and efficient police grappling technique.

Although his injuries had not fully healed, he was more than capable of dealing with the unsuspecting Qi Feng.

"Holy crap! She's murdering her husband!"

Qi Feng let out a scream, his body flipped halfway through the air, and crashed heavily onto the thick carpet in the room.

Before he could get up, Lin Haitang stepped on his chest.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

"Husband?" Lin Haitang sneered.

"Slip of the tongue! That was definitely a slip of the tongue! It was just a temporary measure to keep the doctor calm!" Qi Feng lay on the ground, raising his hands above his head, making a gesture as if he were catching a blade with his bare hands.

Lin Haitang looked at Qi Feng lying on the carpet making funny faces, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She pulled her foot back and kicked Qi Feng's calf.

"Stop playing dead. Grab your things now." Lin Haitang pointed to the huge suitcase on the bedside table. "Then get out of bed and pay for another room yourself. You really plan to stay here?"

Qi Feng did a somersault and flipped himself up.

"Alright!"

He grabbed the handle of the suitcase with the agility of a monkey.

As Qi Feng reached the door, he gripped the doorknob and suddenly turned around.

He looked at Lin Haitang, a roguish smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, my dear wife."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Feng opened the door, and he and the box became a blur as he rushed out of the room.

"Qi Feng! You're asking for death!"

A pillow slammed against the door with a whooshing sound.