Solving the case: Combining the police dog's olfactory genes at the beginning

"This is."

"Heiwa, a professional killer."

Luo Fei typed on the keyboard and brought up another video.

“He killed David on Binjiang Road last Wednesday night.”

Huang Xiao gasped.

"David's case is not over."

"Is the case closed?"

Luo Fei turned off the screen, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

That's because someone is eager to muddy the waters.

In the top-floor conference room of Wuzhou Group, the crystal chandelier illuminates everything, leaving no one able to hide.

Liu Shao Cong's custom-made suit was soaked with cold sweat. He stared at the Persian pattern on the carpet as if it could save his life.

"Li Shang."

Liu Haotian fiddled with the gold-plated lighter, the flame dancing in his pupils.

"How many years have you been with me?"

"Five, five years and four months, Mr. Liu."

Li Shang's cheekbones were swollen and blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Liu Haotian suddenly sprang to his feet, kicking the solid wood conference table so hard it shifted half a meter.

"Five years! If I've raised a dog for five years, it should be time for it to recognize its owner!"

He grabbed Li Shang's tie.

"Tell me! When were you bribed by the police?"

"I'm innocent, Mr. Liu!"

Li Shang's Adam's apple slid laboriously beneath his tie knot.

I swear to God

"swear?"

Liu Haotian released his grip and took out a cell phone from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"So how do you explain this?"

The screen showed a blurry surveillance video from the night before last, showing Li Shang receiving a phone call in a corner of the parking lot. The call lasted seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds.

"This is...this is my wife checking up on me!"

Li Shang's knees went weak.

You know how paranoid she is.

Liu Haotian sneered and turned to Liu Shaocong, whose face was ashen.

"And you? Why did you secretly go to see Zhang Xiaohua last month?"

Liu Shao Cong knelt down with a thud, his face covered in snot and tears.

"Brother! My dear brother! I just went to warn her not to say anything out of line, absolutely nothing."

"Shut up!"

Liu Haotian smashed a lighter on his head, and blood immediately flowed down his forehead.

He loosened his tie in frustration, then suddenly remembered something.

"Who did the hospital send?"

Li Shang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Blackie, Blackie, that's the one who dealt with David last time."

The air solidified instantly.

Liu Haotian's expression froze as if frozen, then twisted into a ferocious rage.

With a sharp "smack," Li Shang's other cheek swelled up as well.

Li Shang covered his swollen cheek and staggered out of Liu Haotian's office.

The employees in the corridor all lowered their heads and pretended not to see, but those furtive glances felt like knives stabbing into his back.

"Mr. Li, are you alright?"

The new secretary, Xiao Wang, asked timidly.

"Go away!"

Li Shang shoved her away, his eyes bloodshot.

He took out his phone, his fingers trembling as he swiped open the stock market app. His account balance showed -47,832,500 yuan.

The number gave him a sharp pain in his stomach.

As the elevator doors closed, he took one last look at the Wuzhou Group logo, his throat tightening.

My phone vibrated; it was a voice message from my wife.

"Li Shang, when are you going to pay the tuition for our son's international school? The principal is urging us again today!"

He slammed his phone against the elevator wall, the sound of the screen shattering particularly jarring in the confined space.

"Hold!"

He grabbed his hair and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

Meanwhile, Liu Haotian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling traffic of Chengdu.

Liu Shao Cong pushed open the door and entered, holding two glasses of champagne.

"Brother, we got word from the hospital, the woman is dead!"

Liu Shao Cong grinned, his gold teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

"Even the heavens are on our side!"

Liu Haotian took the glass, and the ice cubes clinked together with a crisp sound.

"Don't be too happy yet, that reporter Luo Fei is still investigating."

"What are you afraid of?"

Liu Shao Cong tilted his head back and downed the champagne.

"The scene was cleaned up perfectly, not even a hair was left. Now there's no way to prove anything, and that idiot Qiao Aiguo confessed himself. Perfect!"

Liu Haotian stared at the amber liquid in the glass without saying a word.

Dark clouds are gathering outside the window.

The next morning at nine o'clock, the conference room of Qingyang Branch was packed with reporters.

Long lenses and short lenses were pointed at the podium, and flashes of light went off one after another.

Director Huang Yong straightened his police cap and cleared his throat.

"After our bureau's full investigation, the 1211 intestinal disembowelment case has now been solved."

His voice was amplified through the microphone throughout the venue.

"The suspect, Qiao Aiguo, has confessed to the crime."

Wang Hong, sitting in the corner, clenched his fists.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Deputy Director Li Qihong clapping with a smile, the scar on the back of his neck gleaming eerily under the light.

"Captain Wang, could you explain the chain of evidence in detail?"

A reporter from the Shudu Daily raised his hand to ask a question.

Wang Hong mechanically stood up and clicked on the remote control.

A close-up photo of the keychain appeared on the big screen.

"This is physical evidence found at the scene; fingerprint analysis has confirmed a match with Qiao Aiguo."

He was uttering lines he didn't even believe himself, his stomach churning.

The conversation in the forensic lab three days ago echoed in my ears again.
"The bodily fluids extracted from the deceased's genitals did not match Qiao Aiguo's DNA."

"What was the suspect's motive?"

Another reporter asked a question.

Li Qihong suddenly took the microphone.

"According to the investigation, Qiao Aiguo has long suffered from psychological distortion and harbors extreme hatred towards women."

His gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold light.

"This case is extremely serious, but please rest assured, the police..."

Before he could finish speaking, the back door of the conference room was pushed open with a bang.

All the cameras turned to the entrance as Luo Fei, dressed in a wrinkled suit and holding a tablet computer, strode in.

"Deputy Director Li, are you sure the case has really been solved?"

His voice was like a blade slicing through the frozen air.

"Luo Fei's words were like a bombshell, plunging the entire press conference into chaos."

The reporters' cameras and microphones immediately turned towards the police officer who had suddenly barged in, and flashes rained down like a storm.

I stood to the side of the podium, feeling the sweat seeping from my palms, but my gaze swept firmly over everyone present, especially Li Qihong's face, which turned ashen in an instant.

"Luo Fei! Do you know what kind of occasion this is?"

Wang Hong suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

His eyes held both shock and a barely perceptible anticipation. I didn't answer the captain directly, but instead strode towards the center of the stage, each step feeling like it was treading on Li Qihong's nerves.

Director Huang Yong coughed awkwardly, quietly took half a step back, and gave the stage to me and Li Qihong.

"Dear media friends, I am Luo Fei from the Jiangcheng Criminal Investigation Detachment."

I held up my police badge, my voice clear and firm.

"Regarding the case of Qiao Aiguo's alleged murder of Zhang Xiaohua, I have important evidence proving that the real culprit is someone else!"

There was an uproar at the scene.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Li Qihong's fingers trembling slightly under the table, but he quickly resumed his sanctimonious demeanor.

"Officer Luo."

Li Qihong spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice carrying a condescending sarcasm.

"Do you know what legal consequences you face for spreading rumors and defamation? Director Huang has just announced the case is closed. You are questioning the credibility of the entire public security system!"

"I only question those who deserve to be questioned."

I looked him straight in the eye and took my phone out of my pocket.

"Zhang Xiaohua regained consciousness before her death, and she personally identified the people who hurt her as the Liu Shao Cong and Liu Hao Tian brothers, not Qiao Aiguo!"

Li Qihong's expression changed.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Absurd! Hospital records show that Zhang Xiaohua has been in a coma!"

"That's because I made her continue to pretend to be unconscious."

I sneered and opened the video on my phone.

"Liu Shao Cong sent people to monitor the hospital 24 hours a day, so I had no choice but to do so."

In the video, Zhang Xiaohua, though weak, has clear eyes.

"It wasn't Uncle Qiao, it was those two beasts from the Liu family who were thinking it."

Her voice was broken and intermittent, but every word was as sharp as a knife.

The reporters went wild, with more than a dozen microphones being thrust at Li Qihong at the same time.

I noticed fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but he quickly composed himself.

"This video is clearly fake!"

Li Qihong said sternly.

"Luo Fei, you've overstepped your authority in this investigation, and now you're using this video of dubious origin to mislead the public. What exactly is your purpose?"

He turned to the reporters present and suddenly put on a pained expression.

"Everyone, we actually received a tip a long time ago that Officer Luo has some shady connection to the case!"

My heart skipped a beat, but I remained outwardly calm.

Li Qihong took a USB drive out of his suit pocket and gestured for the staff to play it.

The screen showed footage of me and Liu Haotian in a coffee shop, edited to make it look like I was soliciting a bribe from him.

The scene was in uproar again.

"This is a frame-up!"

I shouted angrily, but many reporters were already casting suspicious glances at me.

Li Qihong revealed a confident smile.

"Given that Luo Fei is suspected of serious disciplinary violations, I hereby announce that coercive measures will be taken against him immediately!"

Three policemen walked towards me, one of whom had already taken out handcuffs.

I stood still, but my heart was pounding faster than usual. Why hadn't Zhao Chuan arrived yet?
Just as the handcuffs were about to be fastened to my wrists, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

"Do you think you can just arrest people from the National Security Bureau whenever you want?"

A majestic voice resounded throughout the hall.

Everyone turned around and saw Zhao Chuan, the director of the National Security Bureau, stride in with four uniformed National Security officers.

The silver olive branch and three four-pointed star flowers on his shoulder glittered under the light.

Li Qihong's expression froze instantly.

"Director Zhao? What do you mean by that?"

Zhao Chuan didn't even glance at him, and walked straight to my side.

"Comrade Luo Fei is a special investigator for national security, responsible for investigating a major case involving local protectionism."

He turned to the stunned reporters.

"Today, our National Security Bureau will officially take over this case."

Wang Hong's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Luo Fei, when...when did you..."

I gave the captain an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, Captain Wang, the identity of the National Security personnel needs to be kept absolutely confidential."

Li Qihong finally came to his senses, his face turning from pale to white.

"Nonsense! Luo Fei is clearly a member of the Jiangcheng Criminal Investigation Department! Director Zhao, you can't protect a police officer who has violated discipline like this!"

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze.

Luo Fei stood in front of the projector, having just finished analyzing the "1211 Intestine Dissection Case," his slender fingers still resting on the last scene photo.

His colleagues at the Qingyang District Police Station, including Wang Hong, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team One, and Huang Xiao, a forensic doctor, watched him intently, waiting for the young consultant's next suggestion.

"In conclusion, I believe the perpetrator exhibits clear antisocial personality traits, and..."

The meeting room door was suddenly pushed open, interrupting Luo Fei's speech.

Six state security police officers in black uniforms entered in neat rows. The leader was a man in his fifties with a resolute face, whose three gold stars on his epaulets gleamed under the lights.

"Director Zhao?"

Huang Yong, the director of the Qingyang branch, suddenly stood up, his chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

Luo Fei's lips curled up almost imperceptibly before returning to their usual calm.

He calmly stepped down from the podium and stood in front of the Guoan team.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to reintroduce myself."

Luo Fei's voice remained gentle, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"I am Luo Fei, the head of the special case team of the National Security Bureau, police number CN7689."

There was an uproar in the conference room.

Huang Xiao dropped her pen with a clatter to the ground. Her eyes widened, and her lips trembled slightly. Wang Hong looked as if he had been punched in the face, while Huang Yong looked at the young man he had once wanted to transfer to Chengdu with a complicated expression.

"Quiet!"

"I'm so angry," Zhao Chuan, deputy director of the State Security Bureau, said sternly, his voice echoing like thunder in the conference room.

He walked over to Luo Fei, looked around, and his gaze lingered on each person's face for a moment.

"According to Order No. 47 of the State Security Bureau, due to serious procedural irregularities and evidence omissions in the investigation of the '1211 Intestine Dissection Case' by the Qingyang District Police Bureau, it has been decided that the Special Case Team of the State Security Bureau will take full control of the case."

Zhao Chuan's voice was cold and authoritative.

"Comrade Luo Fei will serve as the head of the special case team and will be fully responsible for the case investigation."

A commotion arose from the back of the conference room as several reporters excitedly raised their cameras, flashes going off one after another.

Luo Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, a subtle movement that made the reporters unconsciously put down their cameras.

"This is not in accordance with procedure!"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

Li Qihong, deputy director of the Provincial Public Security Department, stood up from his seat, his face ashen.

"This case has always been handled by our public security system, so why is the National Security Bureau on the receiving end?"

"Li Qihong!"

Zhao Chuan suddenly raised his voice, which carried an irresistible force.

"According to the investigation by the National Security Bureau, you are suspected of engaging in power-for-money transactions and possessing a huge amount of unexplained wealth. More seriously, you have committed acts that endanger national security and leak state secrets. In accordance with Article 28 of the National Security Law, you are hereby arrested!"

Two state security police officers immediately stepped forward and restrained Li Qihong from both sides.

The usually imposing deputy director was now deathly pale, his legs were weak, and he was practically being dragged along.

"You...you're framing me!"

Li Qihong struggled to shout, but his voice was as weak as that of a dying man.

"Director Huang, Political Commissar Lu, please say something!"

Huang Yong and Political Commissar Lu Wei exchanged a glance but remained silent.

They watched as Li Qihong was put into the distinctive silver handcuffs of the National Security Bureau, their metallic gleam particularly dazzling under the lights.

"Take it down."

Zhao Chuan waved his hand, his tone filled with disgust.

"Notify the disciplinary inspection team to immediately search his residence and office."

When Li Qihong was led out of the conference room, his trouser leg was soaked, leaving an embarrassing stain on the floor.

Reporters' cameras flashed wildly again, capturing this dramatic scene. (End of Chapter)