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

On the other side, Qi Feng, who had just walked out of the municipal bureau building, felt his muddled mind clear up considerably as the cold night wind blew.

He strolled unsteadily toward his car, and just as he was about to open the door, he noticed a small note tucked under the windshield wipers.

Qi Feng reached out and took it down, then, in the dim light of the streetlamp, he could make out the writing on it:

"Master is tired, I'll take him back to the guesthouse to rest. The room is ready, come over as soon as you're done, Haitang."

A touch of tenderness permeates the words.

Having a girlfriend is great!

Qi Feng grinned, stuffed the note into his pocket, started the car, and sped off towards the guesthouse.

Ten minutes later, Qi Feng gave Lin Haitang's name at the front desk and successfully obtained the spare room key.

He tiptoed to the door, carefully swiped his card, and pushed the door open a crack.

The room was pitch black, with only a faint light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

On the floor by the door, a clean set of pajamas was neatly folded and placed there.

Qi Feng felt a warmth in his heart, quickly changed into his pajamas, and then, like a raccoon, groped his way to the bedside in the dark.

He gently lifted a corner of the blanket, slowly lay down, and tried not to make any noise.

However, the instant his body landed completely on the mattress, a warm, fair arm suddenly reached out from the side and skillfully wrapped around his waist.

Immediately afterwards, a small head popped up.

"You're back." Lin Haitang's voice carried a hint of languor and longing.

"Hmm," Qi Feng turned to the side, pulled her into his arms, and whispered, "I still woke you up."

"Go to sleep." Lin Haitang didn't ask any more questions, but snuggled closer to him, finding a comfortable position. "I can still sleep for five more hours."

She glanced at her phone, muttered something, and then fell silent.

Before long, even and long breathing sounds rang in Qi Feng's ears.

Qi Feng held the soft, warm body in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

......

The next morning.

Qi Feng was shaken awake from his sleep by Lin Haitang.

I opened my eyes, and it was already daylight outside the window.

Lin Haitang had finished washing up and looked refreshed. She was looking down at him from above.

"Get up quickly, wash up, and eat breakfast. Master is still waiting for us."

Qi Feng yawned, sat up, and resignedly walked towards the bathroom.

By the time he finished packing, Lin Haitang had already packed three breakfasts from the restaurant downstairs.

After quickly finishing breakfast, without any delay, I drove straight to the Municipal Bureau.

At 8:25 a.m., the large conference room on the second floor of the Municipal Bureau was already full of people.

The members of the task force and the heads of various departments all gathered here, and the fatigue on everyone's faces seemed to have lessened slightly.

Fan Liang sat in the main seat, with Liu Yuanshan resting with his eyes closed next to him.

His dark circles were worse than yesterday, and his eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

Qi Feng and Lin Haitang found seats at the very end of the conference table.

"Ahem!" Fan Liang cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "The meeting begins. I'll start by reporting on the latest developments in yesterday's fourth murder case."

He turned on the projector and began to introduce the testing results of the physical evidence at the scene.

Qi Feng listened for a while and then found it a bit boring.

Were those physical evidences useful? Somewhat useful, but not much.

The knife tip he found, after comparison, was identified as one of the most common types of Western chef's knives on the market, available in any large supermarket, with no traceable origin.

As for the book that was taken by the murderer, it is impossible to determine which one it was, and this lead has temporarily gone cold.

Fan Liang's voice echoed in the conference room, but Qi Feng noticed that he never mentioned the most crucial computer webcam.

It seems they're saving this for last.

Qi Feng muttered to himself, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip.

Sure enough, after saying a bunch of vague information, Fan Liang pressed the remote control in his hand and switched the image on the projector.

A video player interface appeared on the screen.

"Holy crap! There really is video footage?!" A detective who had been to the scene yesterday exclaimed, then looked at Qi Feng at the end of the conference table with an incredulous gaze.

Not only him, but all the police officers who were at the scene yesterday and knew about the camera incident all turned their attention to the young man sitting in the corner.

The officers who hadn't been to the scene were completely bewildered and exchanged questioning glances with their colleagues.

"What's going on? Why are you all staring at that handsome young man?"

"I don't know?"

Xia Lan sat in the crowd, her brows furrowed as she watched Qi Feng, who had become the focus of attention.

Could it be that this seemingly carefree "second-generation" who appears to be here to gain experience actually possesses some unknown talent?

impossible!

For a moment, whispers filled the meeting room.

"Alright! Quiet down!" Fan Liang slammed his hand on the table, interrupting the discussion.

All eyes were once again drawn back to the screen.

"My colleagues in the tech department worked through the night and successfully recovered the video files that the culprit had deleted and formatted." Fan Liang's voice was a little hoarse, but mostly excited. "Now, let's all take a look."

After he finished speaking, he pressed the play button.

The video had no sound, only silent visuals, which made the atmosphere even more oppressive.

In the video, the victim, Wang Linlin, sits in a computer chair with her eyes wide open, revealing endless fear, but her body remains motionless.

A tall figure walked into the frame from the side. Due to the camera angle, only half of his body and one arm could be seen, with his chest and above completely out of the frame.

The figure was wearing a black long-sleeved tracksuit and black gloves.

In his hand, he held a Western-style chef's knife that gleamed coldly.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, the murderer raised Wang Linlin's left hand without hesitation and, with the blade, precisely and slowly severed the artery on the inside of her wrist.

Fresh blood gushed out instantly.

Wang Linlin's pupils contracted sharply due to the excruciating pain and fear, and large tears rolled down her cheeks. But strangely, from beginning to end, she was like a puppet whose soul had been removed, showing no sign of struggling whatsoever.

Just then, Fan Liang pressed the pause button.

"Look here, everyone." He pointed to the screen, his voice heavy. "Although we can't see the killer's face, based on the comparison of his and the victim's build, as well as the height of his raised hand, we can deduce that the killer is about 1.85 meters tall, has a burly build, and weighs around 90 kilograms."

"But the most important point is, look at the victim! She wasn't bound by any ropes, her limbs were free, yet she allowed herself to be manipulated by the perpetrator without the slightest sign of resistance! This is extremely unusual!"

Fan Liang's words made everyone present fall into deep thought.

Yes, why?

Just then, a clear female voice rang out in the quiet conference room.

"Succinylcholine chloride"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was the female forensic doctor with an "invincible" figure, Sister Yan.

Seeing the puzzled looks from everyone, forensic doctor Yan pushed up his glasses and prepared to continue explaining.