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

Early the next morning.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room through the sheer curtains.

Qi Feng rolled over in bed and let out a satisfied sound.

He instinctively stretched out his arm to block the glaring sunlight, while his other hand reached to the side.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, and the sheets were smooth.

I found nothing.

Qi Feng suddenly opened his eyes, the last trace of sleepiness instantly dissipating. He propped himself up with one arm, his gaze sweeping across the room, before his pupils contracted slightly as he witnessed a scene that was nothing short of visually shocking.

Lin Haitang was sitting upright on a single sofa three meters away.

She had finished washing up and was wearing a crisp summer police uniform instead of the pajamas she wore last night.

The light blue shirt was buttoned up meticulously to the top, and the dark blue police trousers hugged his straight, slender legs. The police rank insignia on his shoulders gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the morning light.

Her long hair was pulled up high and tied into a neat ponytail.

At this moment, Lin Haitang stood with her arms crossed, her pretty face frosty, her beautiful eyes coldly staring at Qi Feng on the bed, the air filled with an aura that seemed ready to draw a gun at any moment.

"Awake?" Lin Haitang's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

"He's awake." Qi Feng swallowed hard and subconsciously pulled the blanket up to cover his bare chest.

My inner monologue is screaming: What's going on? Heartless dumping?

Lin Haitang ignored his little gestures, her red lips slightly parted, her voice clear and resonant like a news anchor:

According to Article 236 of my country's Criminal Law, anyone who, against a woman's will, uses violence, coercion, or other means to force her to have sexual relations shall be sentenced to imprisonment for not less than three years but not more than ten years.

She paused, her gaze sweeping across Qi Feng's face like a knife. "For the sake of being colleagues, I'll give you the lowest possible rate: three years."

Qi Feng was taken aback at first.

He looked at Lin Haitang's forcedly cold face, his keen eyes catching her slightly reddened ears and taut jawline.

Keep pretending...

Qi Feng's smile widened instantly, a roguish glint in his eyes. He simply released his grip on the blanket, leaned casually against the headboard, and said with a wicked grin:

"Three years? Sister Haitang, you must be mistaken?"

He solemnly counted on his fingers, "Three years at a time, five times three equals fifteen. Let me do the math... Hmm! Fifteen years is just right! Why don't you handcuff me and take me away right now?"

"Go to hell!"

Lin Haitang's feigned coolness crumbled instantly. Enraged, she grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him. Then, she suddenly stood up and was about to pounce on Qi Feng.

However, the moment she stood up...

A wave of unspeakable soreness and weakness came from the groin area.

"Oh no!" Lin Haitang exclaimed in surprise. Her legs gave way, and she lost her balance, falling straight forward.

Qi Feng reacted swiftly, stretching out his long arm to precisely embrace her slender waist, pulling her into his arms, his soft, warm body filled with fragrance.

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"Again? Fine!" Qi Feng yelled, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. A wicked smile played on his lips. "Since you've already been sentenced to fifteen years, what's another three?"

"No... Waaaaah... It hurts..."

As the saying goes, there's no woman you can't seduce; if you can, it's just because you haven't tried enough.

Two hours later.

On the messy bed, Lin Haitang curled up in Qi Feng's broad arms like a docile cat, showing no trace of her previous icy and aloof self.

Her fair cheeks were still flushed, and her fingers unconsciously traced circles on Qi Feng's firm chest muscles.

"Do you still have to go to the station?" Lin Haitang's voice was so soft and sweet it could melt your heart. "Captain Zhao interrogated us overnight; the results should be out by now."

"Not necessarily." Qi Feng idly played with a strand of her hair and said softly, "Team Leader Zhao called me last night with the results, but my phone hasn't rang since. I guess they ran into a tough one during the interrogation."

"Are you still going?" Lin Haitang snuggled closer to Qi Feng, her voice revealing a hint of dependence that she herself didn't even realize.

"I'm not going." Qi Feng tightened his arms, holding her even closer. "Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, I wouldn't go. I'll stay here with you."

He knew that although Lin Haitang appeared strong, she was at her most vulnerable and needed companionship right now because of the horrific crime scene she had witnessed last night, coupled with physical exhaustion and the shock of being new to this world.

Upon hearing this, Lin Haitang couldn't help but smile slightly.

But after a moment, she gently pushed Qi Feng's chest and shook her head.

"No, work is more important."

Lin Haitang raised her head, her eyes regaining their clarity and determination. "Everyone has endured so much and sacrificed so much. There are still so many poor victims, that poor child is still in the incubator. We must bring that monster to justice as soon as possible. Go."

She certainly craved Qi Feng's warmth, but she was also a police officer.

The oath we took under the police badge back then is etched into our bones.

Some things are more important than romantic love.

Qi Feng looked into her determined eyes and dropped his nonchalant expression.

He kissed Lin Haitang hard on the forehead, then got out of bed.

"Okay, I'll do as my wife says. I'll go and try to be back as soon as possible." Qi Feng put on his T-shirt while instructing, "You're not allowed to go anywhere today, just rest at the hotel. Call me anytime if anything happens."

"Hmm~" Lin Haitang grabbed the blanket and covered her head, her voice muffled.

........

An hour later.

The main office area of ​​the Criminal Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Qi Feng, carrying two large bags of steaming hot breakfast, was stunned by the scene before him as soon as he pushed open the glass door of the office area.

"Cough cough cough!"

Qi Feng coughed repeatedly as he was choked by a strong smell of smoke that hit him in the face.

The entire office was so thick that it was impossible to distinguish between humans and animals within a meter. The thick secondhand smoke hung in the air like morning mist, making it even more outrageous than the protective array of a cultivation sect.

In this "fairyland," several blurry black figures slumped on chairs, motionless.

Qi Feng didn't say anything, but held his breath and quickly walked to the desk by the door, putting down the steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk he was holding.

Then, like a mine-clearing engineer, he quickly walked around the office and opened all the windows.

The fresh morning air rushed in, and the smoke in the room slowly dissipated.

"Are you all chimney spirits? Why are you smoking so much!" Qi Feng casually turned the air conditioner's fresh air system on the wall to the highest setting before turning to look at the people inside the room.

Zhao Gang slumped in the main seat, his eyes bloodshot, and a layer of bluish-black stubble on his chin.

The ashtray next to it was piled high with cigarette butts, like a small mountain.

Da Liu sat in the corner, his hair disheveled like a bird's nest, exuding a decadent and lifeless aura.

"Did you bring breakfast?"

Hearing the noise, Zhao Gang looked up. His voice was unusually hoarse, like two rough pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"Yes, we have steamed buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks. Eat them while they're hot." Qi Feng pointed to the table.

"I'm starving! Come on, everyone, get up and eat something." Zhao Gang stood up, leaning on the handrail, and called to the few young police officers inside.

Upon hearing that there was food, the group seemed to come back to life, dragging their heavy steps to get their breakfast.

Qi Feng pulled up a chair and sat down, without immediately asking any questions.

He watched as Da Liu wolfed down a meat bun, stuffing it into his mouth without even chewing it properly, choking so hard his eyes rolled back.

Zhao Gang, holding a fried dough stick in one hand and a cup of soy milk in the other, grimaced as he was burned.

"Not going well?"

Seeing that Zhao Gang had almost finished eating, Qi Feng asked.

Zhao Gang paused, put down the half-cup of soy milk in his hand, and sighed heavily.

"Hmm. Not saying a word." Zhao Gang took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it. "For a full seven hours. No matter what we showed her—photos of the abandoned building, videos of the child in the incubator, or even the tools she used to commit the crime—were laid out on the table."

"She just sat there, head down, staring intently at the crack in the floor. No matter how much we yelled at her, tried to trick her, or tried to appeal to her emotions, she didn't even lift an eyelid."

With red eyes, Da Liu chimed in, "This is fucking weird, she's like a rock. I've been a detective for twenty years, and I've never seen a woman with such a twisted mentality!"

Qi Feng leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping his thigh.

"Don't be upset. This case has the suspect caught red-handed, plus forensic examination and DNA comparison. Zero confession is enough to secure a conviction," Qi Feng advised.

But he knew better than anyone else.

While refusing to confess can legally send someone to prison, in the minds of these veteran frontline criminal investigators, refusing to confess is like a fishbone stuck in their throat.

Frustrated, extremely frustrated.

"That's what the bureau leaders think too." Zhao Gang rubbed his temples hard. "This case has had a terrible social impact. The video of the arrest at the hospital last night has already spread online. The municipal bureau is under tremendous public pressure."

"The leadership has spoken: since we can't get a verdict, we should quickly compile the chain of evidence and send it for testing. We need to give the deceased justice and the public an explanation."

Zhao Gang's tone revealed a deep sense of helplessness.

He looked down at his rough hands, feeling extremely uncomfortable, but the reality was there, and he had no choice but to accept it.

A deathly silence fell over the office.

Just then, Qi Feng stood up and patted the wrinkles on his trouser legs.

"How about I go and investigate?"

Zhao Gang suddenly looked up, staring at him with a face full of confusion: "You?"

Although Qi Feng displayed unfathomable insight during the investigation of this case.

But arresting and interrogating people are two completely different concepts.

Interrogation is a psychological war without gunfire. This kid is only twenty-four years old, what does he know about interrogation?

"What? You look down on me?" Qi Feng raised an eyebrow, a roguish smile playing on his lips. "What's the worst that could happen if I go in and interrogate her?"

Zhao Gang was taken aback for a moment: "She remained silent."

"Then let's not settle it." Qi Feng shrugged. "At worst, she'll remain mute, and the outcome will be exactly the same as now. If I can't interrogate her properly, she's not going to escape, is she?"

Zhao Gang stared at Qi Feng for a full ten seconds.

"Okay." Zhao Gang gritted his teeth, determined to try anything, and said through gritted teeth.