Don’t say anything.
Upon investigation, it was indeed discovered that soone took advantage of the chaos to inject Qiao Dehou with a syringe.
Of course, due to the monitoring angle, the entire scene wasn’t recorded, Fifteen inferred this based on the person’s actions.
Once a suspect was identified, focusing on this person revealed many clues.
For example, during the entire chaos.
The person repeatedly reached for their lower back and kept their gaze fixed on Qiao Dehou, attempting to get close to him multiple tis.
Therefore, despite lacking substantial evidence, Fifteen was convinced that this person definitely had issues.
"I investigated this person’s background; they are a drug addict. They had been jailed twice before, sentenced to two years and three years respectively."
"And this ti, they’ve only been here for five days, so I suspect they were hired outside. They’re still holding out, seemingly aware they’ve gotten into trouble, thus unwilling to confess, but I guess they won’t hold out much longer."
"Alright, get him to talk as soon as possible." Fu Nancheng coldly hung up the phone.
Qiao Mo’s office was very small, with only an old window.
Outside the window was just the quiet night, far less spectacular than the raging sea seen from Nanshan Villa.
Fu Nancheng sat in front of the sewing machine, feeling sowhat unsettled.
He’s used to thinking while gazing at the sea, and now the cramped, enclosed room made him uncomfortable.
Only the scattered fabrics and the fine stitches that bore her traces gave him so reassurance.
He couldn’t quite understand; the person could have easily taken Qiao Dehou’s life in that situation.
Yet, strangely, they didn’t do that but chose to let Qiao Dehou fall unconscious.
This point was worth pondering.
Were they afraid Qiao Dehou would say sothing he shouldn’t?
But isn’t it dead n who keep secrets best?
Fu Nancheng couldn’t understand why; according to his analysis, the person should have been trying to silence Qiao Dehou, worried he would reveal sothing they didn’t want to be known.
But why exactly didn’t they kill him?
The sky gradually lightened, and he spent the night alone in Qiao Mo’s workspace.
He considered many possibilities, such as whether Qiao Dehou wanted to use the opportunity to escape.
Wondered if Qiao Dehou had sensed soone was trying to harm him and thus orchestrated the whole thing himself.
Also considered if the person simply showed rcy, or perhaps... had other uses for keeping Qiao Dehou alive?
Near seven o’clock.
The phone rang again; it was a call from Fifteen.
"Young Master, he talked."
"Go ahead."
Fifteen spoke in a deep voice: "According to the person, shortly before entering prison on a late night, he and so friends were heading ho after a gathering. While walking down a road, a package suddenly fell from the sky in front of him. When he opened it, he found fifty thousand in cash and a note."
"The note said that in three days, he’d be arrested and sent to North City Prison. There was a syringe buried in a flower bed beside the northwest corner of the prison’s iron fence, instructing him to inject Qiao Dehou when he got the chance. If he failed to comply, he’d be jailed indefinitely. If he did, he’d be released soon with another fifty thousand reward."
Fu Nancheng furrowed his brows, pondering Fifteen’s words: "What about the rival instigator?"
"He quickly confessed, only saying that soone made him do it during a visit a few days ago, promising his family a sum of money. But I also traced the visitor and found the sa scenario happened to them; money fell from the sky while walking, leaving no leads."
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