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

Old Zhang tilted his head, wrinkles on his face twisted into a ball, trying to recall. After a long while, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he remembered something important: "Special behavior, right! At about ten o'clock that night, he said he was going to patrol the underground garage. He usually walks around in half an hour, but that time he took almost an hour to come back. I asked him what happened, he hesitated, saying that he heard strange noises in the garage and couldn't find it after searching for a long time. Now I think it must be a trick!" Old Zhang became more and more excited, gesturing in the air with his hands, as if he wanted to recreate the scene at that time.

Wang Shuai quickly took out his notebook, rustling his pen on the paper, and wrote down the key information one by one. After finishing the record, he asked Lao Zhang many questions about Li Yong's usual work status, living habits, and interpersonal relationships. Lao Zhang told him everything he knew without reservation, and even dug out the previous duty records to help Wang Shuai find relevant clues.

When Wang Shuai left the property management company, the sun was so bright outside that he couldn't open his eyes. He looked up at the 12 buildings in the distance. The shadows of the buildings were cast on the ground, making it look particularly gloomy. A breeze blew by, and a few dead leaves swirled in the air. Wang Shuai stood there, with all kinds of thoughts surging in his mind. He knew clearly that this seemingly ordinary request for a shift change, the patrol area he chose on his own initiative, and those abnormal behaviors were by no means coincidental.

After completing the investigation in the community, Wang Shuai went to the furniture factory.

"What about Li Yong?"

The security guard, Lao Zhang, narrowed his eyes and said, "When that guy left, he cursed badly, saying that Wang Xuebing had cut off his livelihood." Before he finished speaking, the roar of machines came from the workshop, and the smell of sawdust mixed with engine oil hit his face.

The iron roof of the factory building was scorched by the midday sun. As soon as Wang Shuai stepped into the furniture factory workshop, sawdust and dust mixed with the roar of the machines hit him in the face. Next to the conveyor belt, a young worker was hunched over carrying wooden boards. The knees of his overalls were worn shiny, and sweat left a dark pattern on his back.

"Master, can you please spare me a moment?" Wang Shuai showed his ID and raised his hand to block the flying sawdust. The worker was stunned for a moment, and then he put the wooden board heavily on the cart. The sound of metal collision startled the sparrows on the beam. He took off the protective mask covered with sawdust, revealing his eyelashes stained white by sawdust. When the cuffs of his work clothes slipped off, three scabby scratches were winding on his skin.

"What was it like on the day Li Yong was fired?" Wang Shuai opened his notebook, the tip of his pen hovering over the paper.

The young worker glanced at the workshop director in the distance warily, his Adam's apple rolling as he lowered his voice: "It was just like being in a movie! During lunch break that day, Li Yong kicked open the door of the boss' office, and the clients who were discussing business inside were all terrified." He gestured the action of strangling the neck, "He grabbed Boss Wang's tie and pressed him against the French window, the glass was buzzing, and said, 'Wang, you are cutting off my livelihood, let's wait and see'!"

"and after?"

"It took four or five security guards to pull him away!" The worker dug his nails into his palms. "When Li Yong was dragged away, he was still shouting 'those accounts won't disappear for nothing'. Later I heard that he took orders privately and pocketed more money than the annual salary that Boss Wang gave him." He suddenly fell silent, looked away and grabbed the handle of the cart. "I have to work. If I keep talking, I'll lose my job."

Passing through the aisle filled with scraps, the musty smell of old sawdust wafted out from the creaking of the warehouse iron door. Old Zhou, the administrator wearing reading glasses, was counting screws. Hearing footsteps, his wrinkled hands hurriedly stuffed a tin box into the drawer. "Master Zhou, I want to ask you about someone." Wang Shuai handed over a bottle of mineral water, and the condensation on the bottle spread out ink marks on the registration book. Old Zhou pushed his glasses, his cloudy eyes moved behind the lenses, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "I know about Li Yong!" He pulled out a yellowed piece of paper from the interlayer of the faded work card, the edges of which were fuzzy from repeated rubbing.

"This is the IOU he wrote three days before he was fired. He asked me to borrow a large wrench, saying that the water pipe at home burst." The handwriting on the note was crooked, and there was a smiley face at the end. "But when I went to his house to fix the water pipe later, there was no such thing!" Lao Zhou leaned in and lowered his voice. "Look at this handwriting, it's the same as the handwriting on the material requisition. Even the arc of the stroke is the same."

Wang Shuai's heart suddenly tightened. In the corner of the warehouse, fire axes and crowbars were neatly arranged, and the metal surface was shining coldly. His eyes swept over the hydraulic pliers against the wall - the size was just right to pry open the rusted door lock of the fire escape of the underground garage. The roar of machines came from the workshop in the distance, mixed with Lao Zhou's hoarse voice: "When he borrowed the wrench that day, his eyes were so bright that it was scary. Thinking about it now, my whole body is covered with goosebumps."

In two days, Wang Shuai and Zhang Hui had thoroughly investigated the situation of Li Yong.

Lu Chuan stared at the relationship chart on the wall and slapped Li Yong's photo next to Wang Xuebing. Red arrows pointed to the center from the three directions of "economic disputes", "threatening remarks" and "access to tools": "He is familiar with the layout of the underground garage and has access to Wang Xuebing's daily routine. More importantly, he held up the evidence bag, and the folding knife inside was cold under the cold light. "The technical department detected the deceased's clothing fibers in the gap of the scabbard. Li Yong is a major suspect."

In the middle of the night when it was raining heavily, Lu Chuan stood downstairs of Li Yong's residence. In the rain, the outline of the old residential building looked eerie under the reflection of lightning. The intercom came with the report of each team's position. He raised his hand to check his watch. It was 23:00, and whispered: "Move!"

More than 302 special police officers quickly surrounded the entire building like ghosts. Lu Chuan led Wang Shuai and Zhang Hui straight to Room . The rain kept dripping down their hat brims, soaking the police badges on their chests. When they arrived at the door, Lu Chuan winked at the team members, and the door was hit hard with a battering ram. With a loud bang, the door opened.

The house was filled with a pungent smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Li Yong was curled up on the sofa watching TV when he jumped up at the sudden noise. When he saw that it was the police who rushed into the house, his face turned pale and he subconsciously wanted to flee to the kitchen. Two special police officers rushed forward quickly and pinned him to the ground.

"Li Yong, you are under arrest for the suspected murder of Wang Xuebing!" Lu Chuan read out the arrest warrant loudly, his voice drowning out the thunder outside the window. When Li Yong was handcuffed, he kept struggling and yelled, "You arrested the wrong person! I didn't do anything!"

In the interrogation room, the incandescent light was blindingly bright. Li Yong sat on the interrogation chair with his arms fixed to the armrests. Lu Chuan and Wang Shuai sat opposite him, staring at him intently.

"Li Yong, tell me, the evidence is irrefutable, you can't escape." Lu Chuan knocked on the evidence bag on the table, which contained the bloody clothes found in his home. (End of this chapter)