Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 49 Cold-blooded
Chen Jin still didn't quite understand: "To kill someone over something like this? They're brothers, after all. Can't they discuss things properly?"

"It's hard to say." Wei Qingsong narrowed her eyes, suddenly recalling her first impression of Wen Cheng when she saw him in the reception room a few hours ago.

The murderous intent and danger that he inadvertently revealed contrasted with his outward composure and restraint.

Two completely different temperaments converged and blended in this young man in his thirties.

This is strange.

But it is precisely because of its strangeness that his act of killing seems strangely reasonable.

Although she doesn't yet understand why Wen Cheng exudes such a contradictory aura.

Her eyes were unfathomable as she said, with an ambiguous meaning, "This Wencheng is not simple."

Chen Jin scratched his head in confusion. Of course he knew that Wen Cheng was not simple. How could a simple person become a murder suspect?

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up and said awkwardly, "Forget it, my brain isn't that quick. I'd better go do some manual labor with Xiao Song."

For things that require brains, we'll have to leave it to Captain Lu and Sister Wei.

Meanwhile, Xiao Song was still leading the police officers on a search for Situ Hui's whereabouts, looking for her with great enthusiasm.

Lu Jingming gave a hint: since Situ Hui had nowhere to start, they should begin investigating Wen Cheng's movements.

Nevertheless, this is still not an easy job.

By the time they finished get off work in the evening, the grassroots criminal police officers, who had searched the entire city in the pouring rain, still had found nothing.

What's even more ridiculous is that the heavy rain that had been falling all day miraculously stopped after the criminal police officers returned to their posts, as if silently mocking their efficiency in solving the case.

It's naturally frustrating to have locked onto a target but still be at a loss.

The atmosphere in the office was somber, with everyone's face filled with solemnity, except for Lu Jingming, whose expression remained calm.

He had been sitting in front of the computer all afternoon watching the surveillance footage.

The last time Situ Hui was captured on surveillance footage was three nights ago. She hurriedly left her residence and was filmed passing by the entrance of the residential complex. She has not been seen since then.

The neighborhood where Situ Hui lives is relatively old, and the surrounding surveillance coverage is not perfect, with many blind spots. Because of this, the search work has become particularly difficult.

The grassroots criminal police officers sighed and were prepared to stay up all night watching surveillance footage.

Lu Jingming, however, had a rare moment of conscience and didn't let the group of physically and mentally exhausted criminal police officers stay to work overtime.

That's all for today, we'll continue tomorrow.

Searching and verifying is always the most tedious and boring process, but it's something we have to go through.

Wei Qingsong glanced at the gloomy gray sky and raised an eyebrow at Lu Jingming with great initiative: "It's so late, why don't you take me home?"

His tone was very self-righteous.

Lu Jingming: "..."

She truly understands the meaning of the phrase "give an inch and then a mile".

He didn't say anything, grabbed the trench coat draped over the back of the chair, and walked ahead on his own.

Wei Qingsong didn't mind and followed behind him without a care in the world, muttering to herself, "He's clearly in a good mood, so why is he keeping such a cold face and not saying a word?"

Lu Jingming stopped, turned slightly to the side, and glanced at her sideways: "Don't bring your occupational habits after get off work."

Wei Qingsong shrugged noncommittally, her expression surprisingly innocent: "Isn't it because you're ignoring me? If you talked to me more, how could I possibly be distracted by observing you?"

Lu Jingming snorted coldly, seemingly intending to maintain his aloofness to the very end.

This deliberately aloof demeanor crumbled the moment he stepped out of the city bureau's gate.

A flashy red sports car was parked at the gate, perfectly matching its flashy owner.

In just half a day, Wen Ye actually got a new hairstyle, his slicked-back hair was shiny and made his somewhat devilish face even more eye-catching.

He leaned against the car door, maintaining a debonair posture, holding a large bouquet of roses in his hands.

Seeing Wei Qingsong come out, he tossed his hair, straightened his well-fitting navy blue suit, and stepped forward in his exquisite leather shoes.

"I'm sorry to meet you in this way. Miss Wei, would you do me the honor of having dinner with me?"

Wei Qingsong was undoubtedly stunned by this oddball. Her eyes twitched slightly, and it took a lot of willpower to barely maintain her composure.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, I have no intention of giving up on myself for the time being, and I really enjoy my current job."

With Wen Ye's intelligence, he stood there stunned for a while before realizing that she was responding to what he had said that afternoon.

He immediately flashed a big smile: "It's okay, I admire career women just the same."

Wei Qingsong: "..."

She really couldn't appreciate this kind of earthy, oily stuff.

Before she could even formulate her thoughts, she heard Lu Jingming say indifferently, "It's working hours now. If Mr. Wen has nothing else to do, please don't disturb our investigation."

Wen Ye glanced down at his watch in surprise, then looked at him with a complicated expression. Because he was still intimidated by Lu Jingming, the question he uttered was surprisingly gentle.

"Seriously? It's almost seven o'clock, it's already dark, and you guys still have to work overtime? That's inhumane."

Lu Jingming's smile was slightly cold, and his voice was even colder: "If I remember correctly, your father only gave us three days."

Wei Qingsong followed his sharp gaze, and Wen Ye's face showed a moment of embarrassment.

But it was just awkward.

She frowned slightly, raised her eyes, and scanned Wen Ye from head to toe.

He seemed rather indifferent to Wen Yu's death.

Even the messenger who came to the police station this morning to spread rumors and act arrogantly didn't seem to feel much sadness; he was only concerned with putting on airs the whole time.

Wei Qingsong finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Wen, the deceased Wen Yu was your younger brother, wasn't he?"

"Yes." Wen Ye answered readily. He had been looking a little confused, but then he noticed something in Wei Qingsong's complicated expression.

"Oh, my brother died. Of course I'm very sad, but the dead can't be brought back to life. No matter how sad I am, the dead can't see it. All that pretense is for the living. No matter how heartbroken I am, my brother won't come back to life, so why not be more carefree?"

These words do contain a certain philosophical depth, but within that philosophy lies a chilling coldness that makes one hesitant to ponder them.

Wei Qingsong looked at him inquisitively and said with a half-joking smile, "Mr. Wen is quite cold-blooded."

Wen Ye shrugged nonchalantly, a cheeky grin on his face: "But when it comes to you, I'm all passion."

Wei Qingsong gritted her teeth, swallowed back the words "Don't give up on treatment" that were about to come out of her mouth, and smiled calmly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wen. You heard what our captain said. You may not care who killed your brother, but we cannot ignore the efficiency of the Tangzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau in solving the case, nor your father's anger. So, please excuse us."

Her gaze did not linger on Wen Ye's face for long before she and Lu Jingming strode away.

Wen Ye glanced down at the undelivered flowers in his hand, pursed his lips in a displeased mood, casually tossed the flowers onto the plastic bench in front of the Municipal Bureau, and got into his sports car, speeding away.

No one saw a white figure slowly emerge from the shadows. He picked up the rose from the bench, examined it for a moment, and then, behind his thin glasses, a cold light flashed briefly.

(End of this chapter)