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As the investigation deepened, these people who seemed suspicious were ruled out one by one. In the conference room, everyone's faces became more and more solemn.

Lu Chuan looked at the list of suspects crossed out on the whiteboard and said, "Although these people have been ruled out as suspects, we cannot relax. This means that we have not found the real key clues yet, and the murderer may still be hiding in the dark. Let's review the investigation results, start with the details, don't miss any clues, and be sure to bring the murderer to justice!"

The turning point in the case came on the tenth day.

The late autumn rain slanted down on the mottled glass of the tattoo shop. Zhang Hui checked the surveillance screenshots in his hand for the third time. In the picture, Chen Hao's wife Song Fangfang was holding a black umbrella, the hem of her white windbreaker rustling in the wind, and she was ducking into the "Jianxin Sculpture Studio" on the corner of the street. This picture appeared three times between 10:14 pm on October 10 and 17:1 am the next day.

"Captain Lu, there's something wrong here." Zhang Hui pushed the tablet across the conference table. On the satellite map, the straight-line distance between the sculpture shop and Beishan Park was less than two kilometers. "Song Fangfang is the curator of the Municipal Art Museum. Logically, she shouldn't be interested in this kind of street shop. What's even more strange is that she carries cartons of different sizes every time she goes in and out, but the store surveillance shows that those cartons have never been sold as merchandise."

Lu Chuan enlarged the exterior photo of the sculpture shop. Under the faded signboard was a pile of half-person-high plaster molds: "Check her call records, focusing on comparing the entry and exit times. Also, contact the industrial and commercial department to retrieve the registration information of this store." His finger suddenly stopped at the corner of the photo - in the reflection of the window glass, one could vaguely see the butterfly tattoo on Song Fangfang's neck, which was exactly the same as a design displayed in Chen Hao's tattoo shop.

Two days later, Zhang Hui and Wang Shuai knocked on the iron door of the sculpture shop. The old man who opened the door was wrapped in an oily apron, and his hearing aid made a shrill sound: "Fangfang, she always comes to order ornaments." The old man trembled and flipped through the account book. The record column for October 10th clearly read "Repair of the base of the goddess statue, urgent." Wang Shuai noticed the receipt clipped on the edge of the account book. The payee's signature, "Song Fangfang", was written in the same handwriting as the signature on the letter in Wang Yaoyao's locker.

"Take us to see the repaired base." Zhang Hui showed his ID. The old man led them through the workshop filled with plaster powder. On the shelf in the corner, the white marble sculpture base was clearly visible - the fresh pry marks on the edge matched the marks at the crime scene perfectly. Even more shocking was that the inside of the base was vaguely visible with dark red stains that had not been cleaned up, which glowed strangely under ultraviolet light.

"Is this base ready-made?" Wang Shuai's voice was tense. The old man scratched his gray hair and said, "How can it be possible? A Mr. Chen ordered it three months ago. He said he wanted to make a hollow sculpture to hide something." He suddenly lowered his voice, "But the young man looked sinister, and when he came to pick up the goods, he brought a woman in a black windbreaker with him."

At the same time, the technical department sent a message: Song Fangfang's call records showed that she had 10 calls with an anonymous number from 14 pm on October 9 to 15 am on October 2. More importantly, the blood sample extracted from the sculpture shop was initially tested to be consistent with human blood. Lu Chuan stared at the photo of Song Fangfang - the woman in the photo was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had an elegant smile on her lips, which made it difficult for people to associate her with a brutal murder.

"First, arrest Chen Hao and his wife." Lu Chuan closed the folder, "Be careful not to alert the enemy." The action team split into two groups in the night. When Zhang Hui led his men into the tattoo shop, Chen Hao was tattooing a wolf head on a customer. The hum of the tattoo machine mixed with the smell of blood filled the small room. As for Song Fangfang, when the police broke into the shop, she was burning a stack of letters in front of the fireplace, and the flames licked Wang Yaoyao's photo into black ashes.

Under the incandescent light in the interrogation room, Song Fangfang dug her nails deep into her palms: "I just went to repair the base of the sculpture, I don't know anything else." But when the police showed her and Chen Hao's bank transfer records three months ago-50 yuan was transferred to the sculpture shop account, her carefully maintained calm instantly collapsed. The records showed that the source of the money was the anonymous remittance received by Wang Yaoyao before her death. "What is the relationship between Chen Hao and Wang Yaoyao?" Zhang Hui suddenly asked. Song Fangfang's pupils contracted violently, and tears slid down her cheeks: "They are childhood sweethearts. He said it was just a casual affair, but I saw their intimate photos on his phone." She suddenly laughed uncontrollably, with a desperate cry in her laughter, "That night, I just wanted to scare her and let her leave Haizhou"

On the other side, Chen Hao was also being interrogated.

The iron chair in the interrogation room creaked when Chen Hao sat down. The ferocious wolf head tattoo on his neck rose and fell with his rapid breathing. His hands were handcuffed to the iron rings on the table, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force. Lu Chuan pushed the high-definition photo of the sculpture base in front of him. The pry marks and mottled bloodstains on the metal surface were particularly dazzling under the cold light.

"Explain this." Lu Chuan's voice pierced the stagnant air like an ice cone.

Chen Hao's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his eyes turned from shock to pain as he stared at the photo. He suddenly pressed his forehead against the cold iron table, and the sound of metal colliding was muffled: "I customized it. Three months ago, Yaoyao said she couldn't hold on in the club anymore." His voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound. When he raised his head, his eyes were red. "She said that she was like a walking corpse smiling and toasting every day, and she wanted to save money to study fashion design."

Zhang Hui flipped open the notebook: "So you ordered a hollow sculpture base to help her hide things?"

"We're not hiding anything!" Chen Hao suddenly pulled the handcuffs excitedly, and the chains rattled. "We plan to hide our savings in it, and leave Haizhou when we have collected 100,000 yuan. Yaoyao said that the sculpture is placed in the park, and she can see it every morning when she does morning exercises, just like looking at hope." His shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably. "I told the owner of the sculpture shop last week that I would take out the base to surprise Yaoyao on her birthday."

Wang Shuai pulled up the bank transfer record and threw it on the table: "50 remittance slip, the payee is the sculpture shop. Where did this money come from?"

Chen Hao stared at Song Fangfang's signature on the receipt, his pupils suddenly contracted. He suddenly coughed violently, tears streaming down his face: "I didn't even know there was this money! Fangfang has always managed her salary card herself, I was only responsible for paying the rent." He suddenly grabbed the iron railing, his wrist rubbing blood on the metal, "Officer, I swear to God, until you arrested me, I didn't know what this base was used for." His voice stopped abruptly, and a trapped animal whimpered in his throat. (End of this chapter)