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

The homeroom teacher's face turned deathly pale in an instant, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Is she good to Xiao Hao?

Do not!

She was doing what was best for the heart inside Xiao Hao's body! She was doing what was best for herself... her dead son!

The logic behind these words is too cold, too real, and too cruel!

Fan Liang's face was ashen, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together.

How was the initial background check conducted?! Such a huge oversight occurred! But he knew that now was not the time to assign blame.

He turned around abruptly and pulled out his phone.

"Command Center! This is Fan Liang! Immediately notify the traffic police department to set up a city-wide checkpoint! Focusing on the Experimental Primary School, retrieve surveillance footage from all intersections surrounding it for the past four hours! Suspect Liu Juan has taken away a 7-year-old boy, Lin Xiaohao! Repeat..."

After hanging up the phone, he immediately dialed Director Wang's number and requested assistance from the city's police force.

After issuing a series of instructions, Fan Liang looked at Qi Feng with bloodshot eyes: "I'll go check the surveillance footage again to see if I've missed anything! Here..."

"I'll do it," Qi Feng interrupted him. "Take me to where she keeps her things."

The two did not say another word and went their separate ways.

.......

The break room in the school kitchen.

The space was cramped, with simple metal cabinets along the walls containing the kitchen staff's personal belongings, and a long table in the middle.

Qi Feng followed a young criminal police officer to a simple metal cabinet at the very back of the room.

The words "Ren Wenkang" were written in chalk on the cabinet door.

"My eyes are my ruler!"

Qi Feng silently recited the instructions, his eyes scanning all the items in the cabinet.

However, the familiar red clue box that was expected did not appear.

Everything in my field of vision is normal.

Qi Feng frowned slightly, but showed no surprise.

The skill can only mark physical evidence at the crime scene, but this place is just a locker where Liu Juan was hiding. Apart from her taking Lin Xiaohao away, no actual crime occurred here.

It seems I can only rely on myself.

He took a deep breath, put on gloves, and took out the items from the cabinet one by one, examining them carefully.

A few faded old clothes, a pair of work shoes, an enamel mug...

Most of them are worthless everyday items.

In the end, only three things remained in front of Qi Feng.

The first item was several crumpled pieces of paper, resembling shopping receipts, which I found in my coat pocket. Because they hadn't been removed while doing laundry, the papers were softened by water and stuck together.

"Be careful, try to separate them and see if you can read the words on them." Qi Feng handed the crumpled paper to the young detective next to him.

The second item was a bottle of beverage that was less than half-empty.

The bottle is green plastic with two large characters printed on it: Lei Bi.

Qi Feng's gaze lingered on those two words for two seconds.

These blatantly counterfeited drinks are almost extinct in city supermarkets, and are usually only found in rural-urban fringe areas or small shops in more remote suburbs.

This might be a regional clue.

The third item was a pile of shredded A4 paper.

Qi Feng poured all the fragments onto a clean table and began to try to piece them together.

But this job was clearly much more difficult than he had imagined.

There were too many fragments, too many pieces, and the edges were rough and uneven from tearing. He worked on them for more than ten minutes, sweat beading on his forehead, but the fragments on the table were still a mess.

This thing is really not a job for humans.

Just as Qi Feng was scratching his head in frustration, a clear yet familiar voice sounded behind him.

"stand up!"

Immediately afterwards, he felt a light push on his shoulder.

Qi Feng was taken aback, turned around, and his face instantly lit up with surprise.

"Haitang! What brings you here?"

The person who arrived was Lin Haitang. She had changed into a smart casual outfit. Although her face was still a little pale, her phoenix eyes had regained their usual sharpness.

"Are you alright? Why don't you rest a little longer?" Qi Feng quickly got up and looked her up and down with concern.

"You won't die." Lin Haitang rolled her eyes at him, walked straight to the table, glanced at the pile of scraps of paper, and said, "Give this to me. With your intelligence, you wouldn't be able to put it together even if you tried until next year."

Hearing that she still had the energy to argue back, Qi Feng finally felt relieved.

He chuckled and obediently gave up his seat.

Sure enough, professionals are professionals.

After sitting down, Lin Haitang glanced at the table and then began to work.

Her fingers were slender and steady, like the most precise tweezers, quickly sorting, classifying, comparing, and piecing together a pile of messy fragments.

Its speed is more than ten times that of Qi Feng.

Within minutes, the outline of an A4 sheet of paper began to take shape.

"It's a hospital report!" Qi Feng's eyes lit up as he saw the large characters already spelled out on it.

"Don't make a sound." Lin Haitang didn't even look up, her forehead already beaded with sweat, but her hands remained as steady as a rock. "Give me a little more time, and I can recover the names and examination items."

Wait?

Qi Feng also wanted to wait, but at this time, he had to take multiple approaches and couldn't just wait for a single clue.

He quietly left the lounge, took out his phone, and made a call.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Hey, Captain Fan! Notify command center immediately and have them check all hospital records in the city! Check three names: Ren Yongshou, Liu Juan, and her son's name, Ren Wenkang! I found the hospital's examination reports here; someone there must have gone to see a doctor!"

"good!"

Fan Liang said only one word before hanging up the phone and immediately relayed the new instruction, while requesting assistance from the various district branches and police stations.

After making the call, Qi Feng walked back to the lounge.

Lin Haitang continued to focus on piecing together the report, which was already one-third complete.

Qi Feng didn't bother her anymore, but instead turned his gaze to the other side, where the young detective was carefully handling the few clumps of shopping receipts that had been soaked in water with tweezers.

Hospital reports can pinpoint a suspect's recent movements.

What crucial clues, capable of making the final decision, might be hidden on these seemingly insignificant receipts?