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"Yes. Maybe it was a date with a guy, and then someone else showed up, leading to jealousy and murder? Or perhaps it was a date with someone online, and the other party had ulterior motives?"
"Wu Qingqing didn't have any other injuries. If what you say is true, then it wouldn't make sense for the killer to jump straight to murder; there should be more than just strangulation marks on the victim. The murderer definitely came prepared. What was their real motive for not taking any valuables? What significance does it hold for the police to rule out robbery as a motive?"
"Exactly. If that's the case, we might consider that the motive for murder could be revenge."
At this point, Yu Jiushun felt his thoughts becoming a bit muddled. "And if it were a true act of revenge, they would likely stage the scene to look like a robbery to mislead investigators. The forced entry could also have been intentionally set up by the killer. It’s possible that Wu Qingqing opened the door herself. This is someone she knows. If their information is on the computer, then... could it be an online acquaintance of Wu Qingqing?"
"The evidence isn't sufficient to make that claim. After all, which girl would bring an online acquaintance home right away?"
"But if it's someone familiar, why would they destroy the hard drive? That’s quite contradictory."
The case analysis seemed to have hit a dead end. Yu Jiushun scratched his head with his chubby hand while Zhuo Jianxuan traced patterns on the table, murmuring, "Since we can't make sense of it, maybe we should try looking at it from a different angle."
Yu Jiushun's phone rang, and he received some information.
In the laundromat downstairs from Wu Qingqing's apartment, there were clothes she and An Yun Ni had previously sent for cleaning, and inside one of them was a letter addressed to her—likely something she had forgotten to take out. An Yun Ni had picked up this letter when she went to retrieve the clothes. Moreover, it was a threatening letter written to Wu Qingqing.
Gu Xiaolan realized she had been overcomplicating things. After making a phone call, she learned that Chen Fang was in a state of panic. On the other end of the line, she trembled as she said, "Thank goodness someone finally called me. Oh my God, my husband... has been murdered?"
"What?" Gu Xiaolan feigned ignorance. "How could that be? What are you talking about?"
"It's true! He was killed last night on his way home."
"That can't be! He was driving home; who would rob him?"
"I don't know what happened. My mind is completely foggy right now... Can you come over?" Gradually, as she spoke more, she became calmer. Perhaps Gu Xiaolan thought that she would eventually come to see this as a release—a chance to regain her freedom.
"I'll call a few old classmates to join me," Gu Xiaolan said, but she understood that at this moment, she absolutely could not meet Chen Fang alone, lest it raise suspicions. Everything had to wait until the storm had passed.
At Chen Fang's home, the police were gathering some basic information. When Gu Xiaolan and her old classmates arrived, they saw several officers and felt a slight tightening in their chests, but they quickly calmed down. She realized that she had been overthinking the situation. Rather than investigating, the police seemed to be comforting Chen Fang.
One officer even expressed his apologies to Chen Fang, admitting that they had not done a good job managing security in some neighborhoods and assuring him that they would catch the perpetrator soon. Chen Fang merely nodded in response, saying nothing. His eyes lit up when he saw Gu Xiaolan arrive.
The danger was not yet over; the look in her eyes was perilous. Gu Xiaolan quickly scanned the surroundings and approached Chen Fang with her classmates to offer comfort, trying her best to keep their close relationship under wraps.
Everything was under control. Gu Xiaolan sighed with relief. She even found herself wishing for the safety of that unfortunate scapegoat, Song Yan.
Meanwhile, Song Yan had just returned to his hometown—Chongqing. After fleeing last night, he found that it was too late for any buses to Chongqing, so he had to endure a sleepless night in Chengdu until he could board the first bus back around noon. He had thought that the air in this city would feel free and easy, but he soon received a call from a mysterious person asking him to kill again, which made him feel nauseous.
Strangely enough, the caller hung up quickly and did not call back. Moreover, he had used a different number this time. Did that guy change his number every time he contacted him?
However, Song Yan dared not change his own number; he couldn't be sure that if the person couldn't reach him, they wouldn't send incriminating "evidence" to the police. It was possible that this madman would haunt him for life—what if one day he wanted someone else dead and called on Song Yan again? The thought made Song Yan bitterly smile.
He was a university graduate with a bright future ahead of him.
He wandered the streets for most of the day and returned to his dormitory as dusk approached, dragging his heavy feet.
There, a plump police officer and a tall, thin man with long hair were waiting for him.
Song Yan took a deep breath, feeling darkness closing in around him.
The plump officer introduced himself as Yu Jiushun and said he wanted to ask for his assistance in investigating the murder of his classmate Wu Qingqing.
Without further ado, Yu Jiushun directly asked him where he was the night before last, when Wu Qingqing died.
"I was studying in the school library."
Yu Jiushun nodded. "Oh, I see. I've heard that you once pursued Wu Qingqing but were unsuccessful?"
"Yes."
"And it caused quite a stir, especially online. Initially, you would secretly place a rose in her backpack every day without her knowing. Wu Qingqing posted about this strange occurrence on an online forum, which drew a lot of attention. Many people suggested various ways to find out who was behind it, but no one figured out it was you. It's really quite touching when you think about it. This is what unrequited love looks like."
Zhuo Jianxuan gently tugged at Yu Jiushun's sleeve, worried that he might get too sentimental and continue with his emotional musings.
Zhuo Jianxuan said, "In the end, Wu Qingqing found out about you, right? It’s simple—she could just go to a nearby flower shop and ask since you gave her roses every day. Of course, that would take some time."
Song Yan helplessly admitted, "Yeah. Even though I tried to avoid being discovered by going to the farthest flower shop, almost to the suburbs, she still managed to find me."
Yu Jiushun continued, "Exactly. A girl's curiosity can be quite strong, especially when it comes to figuring out who is trying to win her affection. That kind of determination is beyond what most people can imagine." After saying this, he closed his eyes, prompting Zhuo Jianxuan to tug at his sleeve again.
Yu Jiushun quickly opened his eyes and said seriously, "Because of this, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment! She discovered that the person secretly sending roses was not the prince charming she had imagined..."
Upon hearing this, Song Yan silently lowered his head. Indeed, he was not tall, dark and thin, and wore thick glasses; there was no way he could ever be the prince charming in any girl's eyes.
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