Chapter 1135: Chapter 1066: Enlightennt
“Director Liu, we’ve got so news over here that’s rather interesting.” Liu Wenkai had returned and imdiately sought out Liu Jinghui to discuss.
Liu Jinghui greatly appreciated Liu Wenkai’s sharp instincts. Rising from a pile of docunts, he said, “Let’s hear it.”
“A few years ago, there was a myth going around a logistics company here. There was a woman with a good figure, probably quite attractive, who liked to wear a mask while eting people and used apps like WeChat Shake or Momo to arrange etups. But she had a peculiar selection process for partners—often asking n to send various photos and only eting them if they t her standards. Sotis, she’d even arrange for two n at the sa ti and would teach them what to do.” Liu Wenkai paused and let out a “hiss” sound, continuing, “I’ve gathered information from so people who were indeed involved and confird specific dates. Guess what?”
“It lines up with the tiline of Victim #1, Zhao Qian, visiting the logistics center?” Liu Jinghui guessed easily.
Liu Wenkai gave him a thumbs-up. “You’re a reasoning master. That’s exactly right. I’ve checked Zhao Qian’s travel records, and whenever she had a business trip here, that masked woman appeared around the sa ti. If we look at it this way, she likely had a second or even third phone, right?”
Liu Jinghui nodded slightly. “I also spotted this issue while reviewing the information. Back then, Zhao Qian might have gotten multiple phone numbers or even identity details, changing cards and numbers after short usage periods. Since she worked at the postal service, she would likely have so knowledge in this area. I suppose she was also cautious about being discovered by her colleagues.”
“All her skills focused on this area.”
“Not just that—she was also a master of ti managent,” said Liu Jinghui. “To be honest, I found it odd at first. She was open and daring, capable of playing around anywhere, so why did she specifically choose people tied to her work for relationships? Later, I realized it was to save ti.”
Liu Wenkai was surprised. “Ah… really?”
“She was very busy,” Liu Jinghui explained, counting on his fingers. “I’ve reviewed several interrogation records. Most of the ti, Zhao Qian would have one or two encounters and frequently organize group events. On high-frequency days, she could have several sessions a day. Her standards were also high. In single encounters, she might finish within an hour, including showering, but not necessarily; sotis she demanded two or three consecutive rounds. In such cases, considering recovery ti in between, a single session could take two to three hours.”
Liu Jinghui paused, lowering his voice. “Group sessions took even longer, usually lasting two to three hours, and so stretched to five or six hours, occasionally involving relay-like arrangents. Spending so much ti on this, her daily work would inevitably be affected. Naturally, she wouldn’t want to waste more ti searching for people either.”
Liu Wenkai, having spent the whole day running around without reviewing these details, was left dizzy. “You know, with this pace, she has no choice but to change partners. Also, being so busy, couldn’t she resign?”
“How would she explain that to her family? There’s still the matter of inco, not to ntion finding targets might be less convenient without her job. I think she genuinely saw it as a hobby and didn’t expect to make money from it.” Liu Jinghui made a few remarks but didn’t delve deeper. Judging by the case, the economic factor seed minimal—the tragedy was more driven by personal interest.
Nevertheless, the old saying “Passion breeds danger” had long been proven true. Zhao Qian’s ultimate fate wasn’t surprising. On the other hand, the existence of the murderer was far more frightening. Regardless of the reasons behind their decision to kill, soone capable of committing such a severe cri is like a tiger that has tasted human flesh. Expecting them to remain forever harmless going forward would be unrealistic.
“Once we wrap up the investigation here, if there are no new leads, we can reexamine Zhao Qian’s travel destinations,” Liu Jinghui said, shaking his head. “Initially, I thought Victim #1’s lovers were limited, but now it seems like tracking all of them would be an almost impossible task.”
“Let’s uncover as many as we can,” Jiang Yuan, who had been silently listening on the side, chid in upon seeing Liu Jinghui’s slight frustration. “No matter how many people Zhao Qian got involved with, it must have been sothing especially excessive that triggered such violent retaliation. Perhaps Zhao Qian herself didn’t consider it significant, but it likely exceeded the typical limits of understanding or tolerance. The more people we track down, the better our odds of finding the culprit.”
“It might not necessarily have crossed limits. What if the killer was ntally unstable? Or possibly soone with weak psychological tolerance?” Liu Wenkai interjected, adding a caveat.
By this point, Liu Jinghui had adjusted his mood and said, “Let’s just gamble on probabilities without overthinking; the priority is finding the people.”
“Right, no rush. We can already filter things quite ticulously now, and the budget won’t increase significantly,” Jiang Yuan added. Privately, he had been forming an outline of the suspect’s physique and build, but he refrained from disclosing it to avoid neglecting any details or introducing errors.
Particularly, factors like shoe height—including inner lifts or external raises—had to be considered. Otherwise, relying solely on the “around 180cm tall” condition would eliminate most suspects.
However, in the final verification stages, the process remained the sa. Once suspects were brought into the station, having them stand barefoot for height asurents was routine, supplented by arm-span and other trics, increasing the likelihood of identifying the perpetrator.
At the very least, the probability of wrongful accusations would be low, and deeper investigative costs would also be reduced.
As Jiang Yuan pondered this, Cao Chujun entered with a stack of docunts in hand.
“Captain Jiang, Director Liu, check out the findings I gathered.” Cao Chujun set the docunts down before gulping down a large bowl of tea. Only after finishing did he feel significantly refreshed.
As an experienced detective, Cao Chujun excelled at conducting interviews, both public and covert. The details in the docunts he organized were far more thorough, showcasing his superior questioning techniques and timing.
“Excellent work—we’ll keep these,” Liu Jinghui said, smiling at the ticulously prepared materials.
Jiang Yuan flipped through the papers as usual and stopped Cao Chujun just as he was about to leave after his tea. “Hold on, is this person still around? I think we should bring them in for questioning.”
Cao Chujun looked over and said, “I rember this guy—a small business owner with a decent physique. He’s divorced. Hmm… the divorce likely happened right before the incident.”
The group exchanged serious looks.
Intent on further investigation, Liu Jinghui picked up the man’s file for close examination and logged into the internal network for more research.
Given the significant elents of a cri of passion in this case, divorce-related emotions were undoubtedly strong. Whether they reached the level of prompting murder depended on the suspect’s own capacity for tolerance.
anwhile, Jiang Yuan studied the suspect’s photo, silently estimating his height, arm-span, shoulder width, and hip width. However, as photographs could be misleading, the specifics would need to be confird in person.
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