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For the entire day that followed, Song Nian and his beautiful girlfriend enjoyed meals, went shopping, and watched movies. As night fell, they even partied at a bar. After leaving the bar, Song Nian escorted his girlfriend home before heading back to his own place. By the time he stepped through his front door, it was already four in the morning on August 19th.
Song Nian walked into his bedroom, not even bothering to take off his shoes, and collapsed onto the bed, quickly slipping into a deep sleep. In his dreams, he held his girlfriend close and gently kissed her. Just as he was lost in this blissful moment, a sudden ringtone from reality shattered his dream.
“Damn it!” Song Nian cursed as he pulled out his phone to see an unfamiliar number calling.
He also noticed that the time displayed on his phone was seven twenty-three in the morning.
“Who’s calling so early? Oh heavens, are you trying to wear me out and kill me? Yesterday you did everything to keep me awake, and now you’re at it again?”
As he complained, Song Nian answered the call with an impatient tone, “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Zou Qixia.”
Hearing her voice jolted Song Nian’s half-asleep brain into a more alert state: “Zou Xingjing is calling me this early; it must be something important!”
With that thought in mind, Song Nian’s expression turned serious as he asked on the other end of the line, “What’s going on?”
“Um, there’s new information.”
“What is it? Have you found the murderer A who killed Shen Zhi? Or have you located B's body and confirmed that the killer is Wang Jian?”
“It’s indeed related to Wang Jian, but it’s not evidence proving that he is the culprit,” Zou Xingjing said solemnly.
"What is it?"
Zou Xingjing paused for a moment before saying, "Wang Jian is dead."
"Ah?" Song Nian gasped. "How could this happen? How did he die? When did this occur?"
"It happened early this morning, between three-thirty and four-thirty."
"Weren't you supposed to be monitoring Wang Jian twenty-four hours a day? How could he be killed under your watch?" Song Nian asked, confused.
"The situation is a bit complicated. Let's meet somewhere to talk about it. Where are you now?"
"At home."
"Okay, I'm nearby too. Get ready; I'll wait for you at the fast-food restaurant downstairs in half an hour," Zou Xingjing said.
"No," Song Nian replied. "Come over right now; I'll change my clothes and come down."
Five minutes later, they met at the fast-food restaurant.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" Song Nian asked.
"Not yet."
"What do you want to eat? It's on me."
"Anything is fine."
Song Nian casually ordered two breakfasts from the waiter and then eagerly turned to Zou Xingjing, asking, "What happened? Hurry up and tell me!"
Zou Xingjing took a sip of plain water, inhaled deeply, and began recounting the events of yesterday: "After we parted ways yesterday morning, I sent someone to follow Wang Jian while I personally returned to the crime scene at Shen Zhi to investigate. I spent the entire afternoon looking for clues but found nothing new. My colleague who was tailing Wang Jian also called to say everything was normal, so I went home to rest.
"Who would have thought that at three o'clock this morning, those colleagues following Wang Jian called me, saying they lost him and that something seemed off. They told me to come to the scene immediately. So I drove straight to their location—a bar called KK Bar—to meet up with them.
"My colleagues said that after receiving their orders, they had been tracking Wang Jian without any unusual behavior throughout the day. Around ten o'clock last night, Wang Jian went to KK Bar alone for a drink, and the officers following him naturally entered the bar as well to keep an eye on him. He left KK Bar around three in the morning. During the time he was in the bar, several young women came over to drink and dance with him.
"When Wang Jian left at three o'clock, the officers immediately followed him out. However, at the entrance of KK Bar, a drunken man caused a scene and even got physical, blocking their way. By the time my colleagues subdued this drunkard, Wang Jian had already vanished."
"How could you lose him like that?" Song Nian shook his head.
Zou Xingjing sighed. "Indeed, it was a mistake on our part as police. After losing track of Wang Jian, they found a note nearby. The note read: 'Will you keep me company tonight? I'll be waiting for you in the alley behind KK Bar.'"
"Could it be..." Song Nian gently clenched her fist and pressed her index finger against her lower lip, analyzing, "Is this note something Wang Jian lost? Who gave it to him? Was it one of those girls who approached him while he was drinking?"
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