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

The heatwave struck everyone's chest like a heavy hammer.

The flames on the second floor of "DeCai Medical Aesthetics" illuminated half of the street. Broken glass rained down like a storm, hitting the hoods of police cars with a clanging sound.

"Qin'an! Qin'an!" Liu Yuanshan rushed forward like a madman, but was held back by two special police officers.

"Master, I'm alright!" A disheveled figure scrambled out of the smoke. Qin An's face was half blackened by the smoke, and his left arm was cut by glass with a gash several centimeters long, blood streaming down his face. But he ignored the pain, coughing as he shouted, "Someone's buried under the doorway! Help!"

"Fuck your mother!"

A furious shout came from behind the crowd. Xing Meng, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of S City, was like a tiger that had been completely enraged. His eyes, which were usually bloodshot, were now bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, almost dripping blood.

"First Squadron, rescue them! Second Squadron, follow me to cordon off the scene!" Xing Meng's voice was extremely hoarse. He personally pulled apart a broken beam weighing over 100 pounds and dragged his team members out.

Seeing his teammate's face covered in blood, his life hanging in the balance, this tough man trembled all over.

Qi Feng stood outside the cordon, the Coke can in his hand already crumpled into a pretzel. He didn't look at the fire, but instead activated "My Eyes Are a Ruler," his vision like a high-powered radar, frantically scanning the windows of every building around him.

"Captain Xing." Qi Feng walked through the chaotic crowd and approached Xing Meng.

Xing Meng turned his head, his eyes blazing with murderous intent: "You brat from the provincial department, this is none of your business, get lost!"

Qi Feng ignored Captain Xing's attitude and said quickly, "Based on my profile of Zhou Decai, someone as narcissistic and obsessive-compulsive as him wouldn't just run away after setting off the fireworks."

Qi Feng's voice was icy cold as he stared directly into Xing Meng's eyes. "He must be somewhere nearby, watching his 'artwork' unfold, watching us 'spectators' make such a mess of things."

Xing Meng was stunned for a moment. He suddenly remembered that the profile this kid had made at the public toilet was incredibly accurate.

"Where?" Xing Meng asked through gritted teeth.

Qi Feng suddenly turned his head and looked at an old office building across the street.

"The third or fourth floor of this building has the best view, especially the open window on the fourth floor, which is the most suspicious." Qi Feng pointed to that spot. In his field of vision, a blood-red frame was tightly locked onto that half-open window, with a purplish-black exclamation mark jumping next to it.

"Follow me!" Xing Meng didn't waste any words. He casually pointed to four police officers, drew his sidearms, and led the charge towards the old building across the street.

Qi Feng followed closely behind.

"What are you doing here? You don't have a gun!" Xing Meng sprinted down the stairs at an astonishing speed.

"I know the way," Qi Feng said, panting. "The kind of person he is, the only ones I can find the traces he leaves behind."

Rushing to the fourth floor, Xing Meng kicked open the door to that office.

The room was empty.

There was only a monocular telescope perched by the window and a folding chair.

Xing Meng rushed to the window and looked down, where he could see the clinic engulfed in flames, as well as the busy police and ambulances.

"Damn it, he got away!" Xing Meng slammed his fist on the wall.

Qi Feng didn't speak. He squatted down, his gaze moving quickly across the cement ground.

[Residue found: red soil.]

[Indentation found: The left side experienced greater pressure, consistent with characteristics of limping.]

[Directional clue found: Northwest.]

A series of red frames lit up in Qi Feng's eyes, forming a discontinuous path.

"He ran down the back stairs." Qi Feng stood up and pointed to the back door of the room. "He couldn't have gone far; his left leg is a burden."

The group followed the back staircase out of the building, where they found themselves in a complex residential area.

After chasing for about 500 meters, a huge national highway intersection appeared ahead.

The intersection was dimly lit, with roads leading in all directions, and was flanked by dense green belts and drainage ditches.

Qi Feng stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowed tightly.

In his line of sight, three paths appeared, with the third brother's red-framed clue appearing! This bastard was trying to mislead him, and his system could only provide clues, but couldn't immediately analyze their authenticity! To distinguish between them, careful observation was necessary, but there was no time for Qi Feng now!

"Damn it!" Qi Feng couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Damn it! They dare to mess with the police.

Xing Meng caught up, looking in three directions, his face ashen: "Which way?"

Qi Feng shook his head: "He left three decoys, and I can't figure out the right direction in a short time. Captain Xing, you have to take some men and chase after them separately."

Xing Meng glanced at Qi Feng, then at the four police officers behind him.

"Old Wang, take two men to the left! Little Li, take one man to the green belt!" Xing Meng decisively ordered, then looked at Qi Feng, "You stay here and wait for reinforcements!"

After the group left, the intersection fell silent instantly.

The wind rustled through the nearby green belt.

Qi Feng stood under the streetlight and rubbed his slightly swollen eyes.

Continuously activating high-intensity system skills caused his brain to throb with pain.

"Young officer, your eyes are so beautiful, the clearest I've ever seen in my life."

A gentle, warm voice suddenly rang out behind Qi Feng.

"I want to dig it out, soak it in the purest formaldehyde, and make it into a decorative piece for my fifth work."

What do you think?

Qi Feng's hair stood on end in that instant.

He slowly turned his head.

Zhou Decai had already appeared not far behind Qi Feng without anyone noticing.

He was dressed in a neat dark gray suit, holding a slender, sharp scalpel in his hand. The moonlight shone on the blade, reflecting a chilling white light.