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Yang Yanrong's death was horrifying. She lay on the ground, her hands clutching her throat, her face a deep shade of black, contorted in agony, as if she had endured immense suffering before her demise.
Song Nian stared at Yang Yanrong's lifeless body, frozen in shock, his mind a whirlwind of chaos: "Did the murderer really strike early? How could this happen? If we had arrived sooner, Yang Yanrong wouldn't have died! Was my arrogance the reason for her death? Have I become an accomplice to that cruel killer?"
Zou Xingjing's mind was equally muddled: "If only we had encountered Zhang Qing earlier, perhaps this tragedy could have been avoided, and Yang Yanrong wouldn't have died so inexplicably."
Zhang Qing glanced at Yang Yanrong's corpse but quickly turned his gaze away, staring blankly at the ceiling as he pondered deeply. After a few seconds, he suddenly said to Zou Xingjing: "Quickly investigate who had the motive to kill Yang Yanrong."
Snapping back to reality, Zou Xingjing nodded and immediately made a call for backup.
Before long, several of Zou Xingjing's colleagues arrived at the scene and cordoned off the area. The police gathered information by searching the scene and investigating Yang Yanrong's social circle, leading to the following findings: The deceased, Yang Yanrong, was twenty-six years old and served as the planning department manager at Wanshen Information Technology Co., Ltd. The cause of death was asphyxiation due to cyanide poisoning, with the time of death estimated between seven and eight o'clock this morning. Zou Xingjing, Song Nian, and Zhang Qing arrived at the scene at eight forty. If they had arrived just an hour earlier, perhaps this tragedy could have been averted.
The cyanide was placed in the bottled drinking water from the water dispenser. Yang Yanrong had a habit of going to bed early and waking up early, usually rising around seven o'clock each day. This morning, after getting up, she poured herself a glass of water from the dispenser and took a sip, unaware that it would be the last drink of her life.
A week prior, some of Yang Yanrong's college classmates from out of town visited L City. She hosted them, booked their hotel accommodations, and spent several nights chatting and resting with them at the hotel without returning home. Her classmates left last night, so Yang Yanrong returned home for the first time in a week only yesterday evening. The police estimated that the murderer must have sneaked into her home during that week when she was away and poisoned the bottled water.
There were fingerprints on the bottle of drinking water; upon examination, they belonged to a man named Sun Zhen.
Coincidentally, Sun Zhen had a strong motive to kill Yang Yanrong. He was once the planning department manager at Wanshen Information Technology Co., Ltd., where Yang Yanrong was his subordinate. Later on, Yang Yanrong spoke ill of Sun Zhen in front of their boss, even inciting him by claiming how Sun Zhen abused his power and embezzled funds. The boss believed Yang Yanrong's words and dismissed Sun Zhen from his position while promoting Yang Yanrong to take his place. Sun Zhen harbored deep resentment towards Yang Yanrong and vowed to take revenge on her!
"Where is Sun Zhen now?" Zou Xingjing hadn't finished relaying all the details when Zhang Qing impatiently interjected.
“He's no longer in L City,” Zou Xingjing said.
Song Nian frowned and asked loudly, “Where is he?”
“He flew to T City last night. According to our investigation, Sun Zhen's hometown is in T City. After losing his job, he stayed in L City for a while, but unable to find work, he had already decided to return to T City and finally set off last night,” Zou Xingjing explained.
“Can we contact him?” Zhang Qing asked.
“His phone is turned off, and no one is answering the home phone,” Zou Xingjing replied.
“Contact the criminal police in T City immediately and have them go to Sun Zhen's house! As for the three of us, we need to head to T City right away!” Zhang Qing said decisively.
“How long does it take to fly from here to T City?” Song Nian inquired.
“The flight time is about an hour and a half. Considering the time to get to the airport and waiting at the terminal, I think we won't reach Sun Zhen's house for at least three hours,” Zou Xingjing said.
“We don’t have time!” Zhang Qing exclaimed. “Let’s take a helicopter!”
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