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

That night, Qi Feng ultimately failed to eat the bowl of noodles that Lin Haitang had prepared.

Dinner was at Master Liu Yuanshan's house.

His teacher's wife warmly invited them to stay, and he and Lin Haitang really couldn't refuse.

After dinner, I was hoping to have a chance to make up for that bowl of noodles with a late-night snack.

Qi Feng's future father-in-law made a phone call right away.

The reason was both valid and domineering: he and his wife missed their daughter.

What else could Qi Feng say?

With a bitter face, he obediently sent Lin Haitang home.

Before leaving, he heard his father-in-law verbally praise him for his trip to City A, but Qi Feng scoffed at it!

All you do is praise, nothing substantial! You could at least give me those two bottles of wine in the cabinet behind you.

Fortunately, his future mother-in-law was helpful; before Qi Feng left, she gave him two packs of specially supplied cigarettes.

After returning home, Qi Feng couldn't sleep.

I can only lie in bed, scrolling through my phone, keeping up with the latest trending topics.

Suddenly, a video came into view.

The video quality is very poor, like a surveillance video from a corner of the city. The camera is very far away, and it's already completely dark, so it's hard to see anything clearly.

However, upon closer inspection, the content of the video can still be discerned.

In the scene, a figure slowly walks onto the railway tracks, then uses the cold tracks as a pillow and lies down on them.

The next second, a blinding beam of light shone straight down from afar, accompanied by an increasingly loud roar, and a train was speeding towards them.

Just as the front of the car was about to run over the person's body, the video suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, a cold notification popped up on the screen: [This video has been removed due to violations.]

"Um?"

Qi Feng raised an eyebrow, but didn't seem to care much.

Nowadays, internet celebrities will do anything to grab attention.

It might just be a staged photo gimmick, using editing and forced perspective to attract traffic.

He swiped his finger and continued scrolling through the videos.

But soon, Qi Feng realized something was wrong.

Over the next period of time, he actually came across three or four different bloggers sharing the same video.

The content was exactly the same, and the ending was no exception. Within minutes of the video being released, it was quickly removed by the platform for "violating regulations".

He even witnessed a blogger with over 100,000 followers have their account banned for frequently posting this video.

Things don't seem to be that simple.

A sense of professional sensitivity welled up inside me.

This kind of action, covering the entire internet, is quite impressive!

He instinctively wanted to call his colleagues in the network technology department of the hall to ask about the situation.

But when I looked at the time displayed in the upper right corner of my phone, it was 1:30 a.m.

Never mind, I shouldn't disturb their peaceful sleep.

Qi Feng put down his phone, temporarily suppressing the matter in his heart, turned over, and forced himself to sleep.

............

Early the next morning.

Qi Feng, who should have been resting at home, still drove back to the provincial department.

When you have something on your mind, you can't even rest peacefully.

As a result, I bumped into an acquaintance as soon as I stepped into the lobby of the office building.

Lin Xingyu is Director Gong's office assistant.

"Qi Feng?" Lin Xingyu looked at him with surprise. "What's wrong with you? Didn't I approve your leave and arrange a personal psychologist for you? Why are you here at work?!"

According to regulations, in any major emergency involving firearms, especially those resulting in death, the police officers involved must be placed on mandatory leave and undergo rigorous psychological counseling until they pass an assessment before returning to duty.

Qi Feng's close-range shooting of Ren Yongshou falls into this category.

"Good morning, Brother Lin." Qi Feng approached with a grin. "I feel perfectly fine, in great spirits. I wouldn't know what to do if I had a day off, so I just came to the office to check on things."

The moment Ren Yongshou was shot was entirely an instinctive reaction driven by muscle memory, which outpaced conscious thought.

Although there was a brief ripple afterward, he quickly suppressed it.

Qi Fengzhen didn't think he had any psychological problems.

"You think it's alright?" Lin Xingyu's face instantly turned serious. "Your opinion doesn't count; only the doctor's can decide! Go back right now! Don't force your boss to give you a direct order!"

He had worked alongside the director for many years and had seen this kind of thing far too often.

Many young police officers say they're fine, but the pressure builds up and can suddenly explode at an unexpected moment, potentially leading to an irreparable major accident.

"Hey, Brother Lin, please make an exception for me," Qi Feng said pitifully, "I'm just going up to ask you something, it'll only be a little while. I'll leave as soon as I'm done, I promise I won't cause you any trouble."

"No way!" Lin Xingyu said firmly, then lowered his voice, half-jokingly and half-threateningly, "If you don't leave, I'll report this directly to Director Gong. Then, you'll be the one who suffers, and I'll be the one who suffers."

Upon hearing the name "Director Gong," Qi Feng's face immediately fell.

Well, the father-in-law's reputation is more effective than anything else.

Having exhausted all other options, he had no choice but to surrender: "Fine, fine, I'll go, I'll go. I'll go to the hospital and see a doctor, okay?"

After saying goodbye to Brother Lin, Qi Feng turned around with a sullen face, ready to obediently go to the hospital.

Just as he was about to step out the door, a pleasant female voice with a hint of teasing came from behind him.

"Hey, isn't this our little Qi? What's wrong? Didn't you like the psychologists outside? You've come back to see your big sister here?"

Qi Feng turned around and his face instantly lit up with a smile.

The visitor was Jiang Xinxin, the chief psychological counseling expert of the provincial department.

A spirited woman, eight months pregnant, yet still walking briskly in flat shoes.

"Sister Xin Xin! My dear sister!" Qi Feng rushed over to greet her, his words as sweet as honey.

"Please don't tease me. If you weren't about to go on maternity leave, why would I go to an outside psychologist? Everyone knows that my sister Xin Xin's professional level is Mount Everest-level!"

Jiang Xinxin was amused by his flattery, but she still glared at him irritably: "You brat, you're so sweet-talking! At least you have some conscience."

She looked Qi Feng up and down, then said, "Alright, stop joking around, come with me."

"Huh? Okay!"

Qi Feng thought Jiang Xinxin was asking him to be her driver because he was free, so he agreed without thinking.

However, as he got into Qi Feng's car and followed Jiang Xinxin's directions, he felt increasingly uneasy.

This direction isn't leading to her home.

Qi Feng was completely dumbfounded when the car finally stopped in front of a venue with a huge sign.

"Sister Xin Xin, why...did you bring me to the shooting range?"