Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

Bang! Xing Jiadong slapped the table violently, giving the unsuspecting people in the office a shock. Even so, no one criticized him for it.

Due to this incident, the atmosphere in the office was awfully tense.

”We’ve asked about the incident in detail and found out the men who Li Niancheng engaged in conflict with yesterday. They’re a group of men who had been in prison for a long time. They’re like gangsters of the prison. Their confessions are flawless, showing that they have not been instructed by anyone to kill Li Niancheng. The prison guard had also assured that no one visited the group of inmates recently—the most recent contact was already two months ago; it was one of the inmates’ sisters who came to visit.”

”That inmate is relatively new to the gang—he only joined a year ago. In order to survive in prison, inmates often join powerful groups to rely upon. That man is quite young—only twenty years old. He was convicted of stealing a total of a hundred thousand RMB from a contractor he worked for when he was distributing the workers’ pay. Although he was young, he knew a few teenage gangsters who warned him about the importance of finding a pillar he could rely on if he gets put in jail. That was why he joined the group,” expounded Zhao Yiyang, who was more level-headed than Xing Jiadong, who was too furious to even utter a word.

”Both when this man joined the gang and when he last had a visitor was way before the murder took place—we can’t find any connections here,” Zhao Yiyang pointed out.

Qi Youxuan tapped his fingers on the table. Oddly enough, he uttered a long ’hmm’ in a high tone, conveying that his interest was piqued. His voice made Wei Muran slightly aroused.

She felt pins and needles all over her body. Her face was a little flushed and subconsciously, her eyes darted toward Qi Youxuan, who was slouching lazily on a chair.

As if he had predicted her reaction, Qi Youxuan turned to Wei Muran with playful eyes. He raised his eyebrows at her and smirked teasingly.

With a reddened face, Wei Muran glared at him. Qi Youxuan’s lips curled up even more. He acted out a series of expressions teasing her before finally asking Zhao Yiyang, ”Did you say that the inmates answered the interrogation questions flawlessly?”

Zhao Yiyang nodded. Unexpectedly, Qi Youxuan clapped his hands in joy.

Everyone stared perplexedly at him. Qi Youxuan explained, ”I was afraid that there would be faults in their statements—if there was none, it must mean that there’s someone puppeteering them. The man behind this incident must’ve predicted the involvement of police officers so he instructed them on what to say beforehand. He wrote a script for them to memorize.”

Xing Jiadong nodded mindlessly. ”That’s right! Now that I think about it, they answered all the questions suspiciously smoothly!”

”So, it must’ve been scripted,” Qi Youxuan concluded. ”Since Li Niancheng is already dead, we know that this case is progressing identically as in the book. We may not be able to bring him back to life, but we can use his death as a new lead. There are more and more details emerging that mimic the ones in the book. Consequently, we can assume that the man behind the curtains is a psychologist.”

”It’s not surprising for a psychologist to be able to influence others’ minds. The fact that he could manipulate three men into executing murders exactly as he wished only further demonstrates his skills. Men like him don’t make mistakes. If there had been any loopholes in the inmates’ answers, I would suspect that the psychologist planted it there on purpose. We can’t fall into his traps. On the other hand, what if he didn’t? What if he actually made a mistake? We won’t dare to believe that it’s the truth. Ah, the hardest task is always to identify what’s real and what’s not.”

”He gave us a wonderful lead—we can’t confirm his identity without having to guess. Isn’t that great? At least we got rid of one question,” Qi Youxuan said optimistically.

Xing Jiadong’s fists hit the table. ”You people who toy with others’ minds have the ugliest hearts!”

”…” Qi Youxuan did not know what to say.

”On one hand you’re allowing me to help, yet on the other, you’re insulting me? Come on…” Qi Youxuan grumbled dejectedly.

”…” Xing Jiadong smiled shamelessly. ”You’re the kind of talent we need!”

Haha, this dense fellow finally got it!

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