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

"I swear I didn't go in!" Li Juan raised her head with a firm look in her eyes. "The security guard of the community can testify that I was waiting in the car the whole time. And I had no reason to kill him. His death would do me no good."

At this time, the accompanying local police officer came in and whispered in Wang Shuai's ear: "We have investigated, and the community security guard did remember that there was a woman in a red skirt waiting in the car for a long time. The taxi driver last night was also found, and he can confirm Li Juan's statement."

Wang Shuai nodded and asked Li Juan, "You said you took 30 yuan. How did you get the money? Is there any IOU or transfer record?"

Li Juan got up and opened the closet. She took out an envelope from the bottom layer of clothes. Inside was neatly stacked cash. "He said he was afraid that the transfer would leave traces, so he personally delivered the money the night before. He also said he would come pick me up after he settled the divorce." She smiled bitterly, "It turns out they were all lying to me."

After searching Li Juan's home, no clues related to the case were found. Before leaving, Wang Shuai looked at the red skirt drying in the yard and suddenly asked, "Do you have any other red clothes?"

Li Juan was stunned for a moment and shook her head: "Just this one. What's wrong?"

Wang Shuai did not answer. After bidding farewell to the local police, he immediately returned to Haizhou. On the way, he repeatedly thought about what Li Juan said. If what she said was true, then the murderer was someone else. But who could it be? Wang Xuebing's business rival? Or was it his wife who knew about her lover and hired someone to kill him? Or was Li Juan hiding something?

Back at the police station, Zhang Hui was sorting out new clues. "Captain Lu asked us to re-investigate Wang Xuebing's business dealings," Zhang Hui said. "Also, the forensic doctor extracted skin tissue from the nails of the deceased. The DNA comparison results came out and it was not in the database, which means the murderer has no criminal record."

Wang Shuai handed the clues and evidence he got from Li Juan to Zhang Hui, and rubbed his temple tiredly: "It seems that we are back to square one. Although Li Juan is highly suspected, the current evidence cannot prove that she committed murder."

Criminal Investigation Detachment Conference Room.

Lu Chuan erased all the clues on the whiteboard and re-wrote the three characters "Interest Chain" with a black marker. The conference room was filled with smoke, and the projector was playing the equity structure diagram of Wang Xuebing's furniture company. The red characters "Wang Xuewu" were particularly eye-catching in the list of shareholders.

After Li Jian's choice did not lead to any major breakthrough, the police once again shifted the focus of their investigation and put all their attention on the investigation of Wang Xuebing's business.

Wang Xuebing’s furniture company in Haizhou City is not small, with annual profits of approximately three to five million.

So if Wang Xuebin really got into trouble, who would take over the furniture company after he died? Who would be the ultimate beneficiary? The police are now investigating from this perspective.

Now there are some investigation results. "The Finance Department has just retrieved the company's cash flow for the past three years." Zhang Hui threw a stack of reports on the table, and the bank receipts between the pages scattered. "Wang Xuebing holds 65% of the shares, and his cousin Wang Xuewu holds 25%. On the surface, he is the vice president in charge of raw material procurement, but in reality." He pulled out a transfer record. "Last month, three million was suddenly transferred from the company account to Wang Xuewu's personal account. The purpose was marked as 'equipment procurement', but there is no corresponding contract at all."

Wang Shuai leaned closer to the report and pointed at a date. "Wait, the money was transferred out the day before Li Juan received the 30 yuan in cash." He looked up at Lu Chuan. "Could it be that Wang Xuebing discovered that his cousin had embezzled public funds, so..."

"Don't jump to conclusions." Lu Chuan's laser pointer swept across the equity structure chart. "According to the company's articles of association, after a shareholder dies unexpectedly, the equity will be acquired by other shareholders according to their shareholding ratio. In other words, after Wang Xuebing's death, his 65% of the shares will be automatically transferred to Wang Xuewu." He drew a striking red circle around Wang Xuewu's name. "Overnight, the company's control rights plummeted from 65% to 35%. If it were you, would you be willing to accept this?"

The heavy rain outside the window was hitting the glass. Suddenly, Yang Sen's voice came from the doorway: "We just found a new clue from the deceased's study." He held up the evidence bag, which contained half a burnt meeting minutes fragment. "Found in the ashes of the fireplace, the recognizable contents include 'smuggled timber', 'Hongyuan Group', and" he put on gloves and unfolded the paper, "Wang Xuewu's signature."

The conference room fell into silence, with only the air conditioner roaring in the rain. Lu Chuan projected the photo of the fragments onto the big screen, and the edges of the enlarged handwriting were still carbonized and charred: "Three months ago, Wang Xuebing failed to negotiate cooperation with others, so he turned around and signed a smuggling agreement with a timber merchant in South Asia. As the person in charge of this document, Wang Xuewu couldn't have been unaware of the trick."

Zhang Hui suddenly pulled up the surveillance video: "On the night of the incident, Wang Xuewu's car entered the underground garage of Jin Taiyang Community at 21:30 and left at 22:15." The license plate of the black SUV in the video was blurred by the windshield wipers. "He claimed that he was going to deliver a contract to his cousin, but the property management did not register any visitor records at all."

"Check his dashcam!" Lu Chuan punched the table, causing the water in the cup to splash out of the edge of the cup. Half an hour later, the technical department sent a message - the dashcam memory card was formatted the day after the incident, but through data recovery, a 30-second clip was found: in the B2 area of ​​the garage, Wang Xuewu stood in front of the fire escape door with a crowbar in his hand.

The incandescent light in the interrogation room flickered above Wang Xuewu's head. The man in an Armani suit was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. "I did go to my cousin's house that day, but..." His Adam's apple rolled up and down, "I went to ask him not to tell anyone about the smuggling!"

Lu Chuan pushed the burnt minutes of the meeting in front of him. "So you brought a crowbar to the 'negotiation'? The pry marks on the fire escape, the skin tissue under the nails of the deceased, do you need me to list them one by one?" He suddenly lowered his voice, "Did Wang Xuebing find out that you embezzled public funds and report it?"

Wang Xuewu's body trembled violently, and the pen slipped from his fingers, rolling in a long arc on the table.

The incandescent light in the interrogation room was buzzing. Wang Xuewu rubbed his red wrists repeatedly, and the metal handcuffs made a crackling sound on the table. "I swear to God, I really didn't go upstairs that day!" He suddenly stood up, and the chair made a harsh sound on the ground. "The pry marks on the fire escape were made by me smashing the phone. Check the call records!"

Lu Chuan pushed the DNA comparison report in front of him. The test data on the photo clearly showed that the skin tissue under the nails of the deceased did not match Wang Xuewu at all. Zhang Hui simultaneously called up the garage surveillance. In the video, Wang Xuewu yelled at the phone at 21:45, then kicked the fire escape door, and drove away at 22:03, perfectly avoiding the crime time of 9:50. (End of this chapter)