Attending ex-girlfriend's wedding, arresting the groom's officer on the spot

There was a commotion in the conference room. Lu Chuan signaled for silence and turned his gaze to Zhang Hui: "Anything to add to the visit?"

"Li Juan's identity has been verified." Zhang Hui pulled up the information, and a photo of a heavily made-up woman appeared on the screen. "28 years old, a former bar employee, who suddenly received a large amount of funds six months ago. The nanny confirmed that she was the mysterious woman in the red dress, and" he pushed his glasses, "we found a torn IOU in the deceased's study. Li Juan borrowed 30 yuan from Wang Xuebing, and the repayment date was the day of the crime."

Yang Sen suddenly spoke up: "The red wine glass found at the scene was tested to contain sleeping pills, which is consistent with the drugs in the deceased's stomach." He held up the test report, "But the lipstick ingredients in the two wine glasses are different, which means that at least two women were present on the night of the incident."

The news froze the air. Lu Chuan drew a second question mark on the whiteboard, connecting Li Juan's photo to an unknown outline: "In other words, Wang Xuebing met another woman after talking to Li Juan. Who is this woman? What is her relationship with Li Juan?"

Xiao Zhao from the technical department suddenly raised his hand: "We recovered the deleted text messages from the deceased's phone. The last message was sent at 9:40 and the content was 'see you at the old place'. Through semantic analysis, this location is likely to be inside the community."

Lu Chuan glanced across the map and looked at Zhang Hui: "Zhang Hui, how is your investigation going?"

The incandescent lights in the conference room buzzed overhead, and Zhang Hui's fingers repeatedly slid across the touch screen, with dozens of surveillance videos switching like a revolving lantern. "At 9:42, Wang Xuebing went downstairs alone, his steps were normal; when he returned at 9:50, his collar was crooked, but the elevator surveillance only captured him." He pulled up the timeline, and the eight minutes marked in red were like a glaring wound. "During this period, all ground surveillance did not capture any suspicious people entering or leaving Building 12, as if the murderer appeared and disappeared out of thin air."

Lu Chuan used a laser pen to circle the blind spots on the residential floor plan. The red dots covered the entire screen. "The main road, unit doors, and green belts seem to have no blind spots, but in fact, the underground garage is a black hole." He poked the tip of his pen heavily on the B2 floor sign. "The fire escape from the garage to Building 12 is not monitored. In theory, the murderer could use this to avoid all cameras."

Wang Shuai suddenly stood up and slapped a stack of documents on the table. "I visited the security guards at the three entrances and exits of the garage. Only three outside vehicles were registered during the time of the incident." He pulled out the registration form of the courier truck. "This van entered at 9:15 and left at 30:, but the owner has a complete delivery record, and the timeline doesn't match."

Yang Sen pushed the forensic microscope, and the autopsy photos slowly unfolded on the big screen: "The bloodstain pattern shows that the murderer dragged the body after committing the crime, but no other shoe prints were found on the ground except for the deceased." He called up the corridor surveillance, and the footage showed that Wang Xuebing's steps were unsteady when he returned. "If the murderer evacuated from the fire escape, why didn't he leave bloodstains or signs of fighting in the stairwell?"

Zhang Hui zoomed in on the elevator surveillance again and played the footage of Wang Xuebing returning frame by frame: "Pay attention to the subtle movements of his right hand. He was unconsciously rubbing his pocket." The footage froze at a certain moment, with the knuckles of Wang Xuebing's index finger turning white. "It was as if he was confirming that something was still there. Could it be that he had exchanged items with the murderer?"

The conference room fell into a deadlocked silence, with only the hum of the projector's heat dissipation. Lu Chuan suddenly walked to the whiteboard and wrote three big words in red pen - "Accountant committed the crime". He turned around and glanced at everyone: "The person who could make Wang Xuebing go downstairs late at night and open the door without any precautions must be someone he trusts. Moreover, the murderer is familiar with the layout of the community surveillance and knows the loopholes in the fire escape."

"But Li Juan is missing, and Zhao Qiang and his wife both have alibis." Wang Shuai flipped through the transcript, "We checked all his business partners, and they all had clear whereabouts during the time of the crime." Through the investigation and analysis over this period of time, as well as the clues provided at the case analysis meeting, it seems that you are currently a major suspect in the crime.

Of course, Li Juan should not be the murderer, because judging from the scene of the crime, the other party should be an adult man, so if Li Juan is a suspect, then he should be one of the suspects, and he will have helpers. As for the investigation of Li Jian, the police soon had further results.

The police car rolled over the bumpy dirt road in the countryside, raising clouds of yellow dust. Wang Shuai rolled down the window and looked at the village with blue tiles and white walls in the distance. The words of the local police were still echoing on his phone: "Li Juan came back yesterday at noon. She has been at home and didn't go out. She doesn't look very well." The scorching sun scorched the earth, and the cicadas chirped one after another, but they could not dispel the doubts in his heart.

When I pushed open the mottled wooden door of Li Juan's house, a stale musty smell hit me. In the main room, a woman sat with her back to the door, her red dress wrapped around her body in a wrinkled state, her long hair covering most of her face. It was Li Juan. Hearing footsteps, she slowly turned her head. Her originally delicate makeup had long been smudged, and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time.

"Li Juan, we are from the Haizhou Criminal Police Team." Wang Shuai showed his ID and sat down on the bamboo chair opposite her. He tried to speak gently, "I want to ask you something about Wang Xuebing."

Li Juan's body trembled violently, and her lips moved, but no sound came out. After a moment of silence, she stood up and took out a faded iron box from the inner room, which contained several yellowed photos. In the photos, she and Wang Xuebing stood on the beach, their faces filled with happy smiles; there was also a B-ultrasound report, dated last winter. "He and I are truly in love." Her voice was hoarse and tearful, "Last year I got pregnant with his child, but he said that we couldn't get a divorce yet, so he asked me to abort the child first."

Wang Shuai looked at the photos and ultrasound report carefully, frowning, "Then why did you suddenly take 30 and leave? On the night of the incident, you talked to him on the phone, and did you go to see him later?"

Li Juan nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks: "He said he had finally made up his mind to divorce and asked me to go to his house to discuss future matters. I received his call in the evening and took a taxi to the Golden Sun Community. When I got downstairs, he sent me a message saying that he had something urgent to deal with and asked me to wait in the car." She took out her mobile phone and the chat history was still preserved. The last message was at 9:50. Wang Xuebing said, "The matter has been resolved. We will contact each other tomorrow."

"I waited until 11 o'clock, but he didn't reply." Li Juan choked up, "I called him, but no one answered. I thought he had changed his mind, and I packed up and went back to my hometown in despair. It wasn't until this morning that the police from my hometown found me, and I found out that he..." She couldn't say any more and covered her face and cried.

Wang Shuai pondered for a moment and continued to ask: "Are you sure you haven't been to his house? Did you see anyone suspicious?" (End of this chapter)