I became the police station's darling after I could understand what the furry creature was sayi

really.

Upon entering the private room, Nan Shu saw a man wearing a black leather jacket, ripped jeans with legs that were too long and dragged on the ground. He had blond hair and leaned against the wall, his face radiating undisguised arrogance.

The private room was large, with bottles of various colors on the table, and a row of people squatting against the wall, five or six men of similar age at a glance.

Beside the table lay a man and a woman, with thick blood spreading on the floor.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the smell of alcohol, which was not pleasant to smell.

Nan Shu frowned.

A hand reached out and handed her a face mask.

Nan Shu was stunned for a moment, glanced at Xu Yunli, and then took the pendant and put it on.

Li Feng saw it and reached out: "Forensic Doctor Xu, can I have one?"

Xu Yunli turned around and told people to move the body.

Li Feng: ...

What kind of mask do you need?

Nan Punian heard this and gave him a disdainful look. "You've been a criminal investigator for several years now, and you're still so promising."

Li Feng: They're all bullying him!
Nan Punian looked at the person leaning against the sofa, and the police officer next to him said, "That is Feng Ping."

Nan Pu gave a soft "hmm," her gaze sweeping over the man's blood-stained jeans.

"Take them all back."

The police officer responded with a "yes" and led the people out. Only Feng Ping remained seated and motionless. Even when he saw Nan Punian and was intimidated by Nan Punian's aura and gaze, he only sat up slightly before leaning back again.

He has the attitude of a spoiled brat who's not afraid of anything.

“Nan, I know you. I’m waiting for my lawyer. I won’t say a word until he arrives.”

As Feng Ping spoke, he crossed his legs.

Nan Punian didn't say anything, but took a few steps forward.

Feng Ping immediately became alert, subconsciously lowering his leg, his face full of vigilance, and he was still saying, "Captain Nan, you can't be serious, I'll report you. This isn't the Criminal Investigation Division, there are surveillance cameras in the private room!"

"Really? I thought the security camera was broken."

Nan Punian glanced at the surveillance camera in the upper right corner.

Feng Ping then remembered something, and his expression changed.

Nan Punian stepped forward and, in a few quick movements, twisted his arm and bent it backward, causing Feng Ping to immediately howl in pain.

"I'm going to sue you! The police are using vigilante justice! Help!"

The screams sounded like a pig being slaughtered.

Nan Punian pretended not to hear, handcuffed the man with the handcuffs hanging on his belt, and threw him to Li Feng.

Li Feng became even more ruthless. He had seen many hooligans with a bit of money at the police station, and many of them were arrogant. He simply covered their mouths and dragged them out.

After most of the people left, the air seemed much fresher.

Nan Punian looked at the man standing in the corner, dressed in a black suit, who looked like a KTV manager.

"You are the person in charge."

The man, who was about thirty years old, had the name tag that read "Wang Shi" on it. He stepped forward when he heard Nan Punian's question.

"Yes, hello officer."

His face was a little pale, clearly he was also quite frightened.

"Is the surveillance camera in the private room on?"

Nanpu's Years of Life.

Upon hearing this, a hint of guilt flashed in Wang Shi's eyes, and he stammered, "The...the line has been under maintenance recently, so..."

Nan Punian had anticipated this long ago.

Running a KTV, especially a large one, is essentially a gray area. It doesn't rely on singing or opening private rooms; instead, it's on the hostesses selling alcohol and taking a commission to make money.

Most of the surveillance cameras in the private rooms are just for show; if they were actually turned on, business would suffer.

"What about the corridor?"

"It's not open either."

Wang Shi shrank his neck and said.

Nan Punian frowned and gave Wang Shi a deep look.

The corridor was closed, so there was no need to ask anyone at the door.

"Go and give a statement first."

Nan Punian said to Lin Chong behind him.

"Yes!"

Lin Chong led the men away, leaving only Nan Punian, Nan Shu, Xu Yunli, and Brother Wang in the private room. Nan Punian then looked at Xu Yunli.

What do you think is wrong?

"Pants."

Xu Yunli was wearing a mask, and her voice sounded a little muffled.

"Pants?"

The KTV was dimly lit. Even with the fancy spotlights turned off, the main lights were still rather dim. With so many people around, Nan Punian didn't really notice anything wrong with his pants.

"who?"

"Feng Ping."

Xu Yunli lowered his eyes and looked at the dead man on the ground.

The woman was lying face down, so the fatal wound was not visible, but the man was lying on his back, so there was only one fatal wound.

A single, fatal blow to the throat looks exceptionally cruel.

The technique was very skillful.

This type of wound bleeds profusely, in a splatter pattern, and the scene can be reconstructed based on the bloodstains on the ground.

Xu Yunli pointed to an arc-shaped area in front of the man, with very little blood.

"There must have been someone standing there."

That's why Feng Ping's pants were stained with so much blood.

Nan Punian nodded, agreeing with Xu Yunli's speculation.

"Feng Ping's pants are very large, and the bloodstains are not distributed normally."

Xu Yunli said.

Feng Ping's jeans were ripped and wide-legged; they were the kind of ripped wide-leg jeans that were popular right now.

It's normal for it to be big, but the effect will be different on different people.

For example, if a person is a bit overweight, then the area that is stretched out will be larger and tighter, and the area where blood will splatter will be much larger.

Feng Ping was very thin, skinny and bony, with little muscle, so it was difficult for him to fill out his pants. Therefore, the bloodstains on his pants looked very abnormal.

Nan Punian immediately understood.

"So, you suspect that Feng Ping is taking the blame for someone else?"

Xu Yunli nodded.

This is also why he invited Nan Punian to the event.

Feng Ping is also a second-generation rich kid from a well-off family. He doesn't need to carry the title of murderer for the rest of his life, unless the benefits involved are big enough.

Nan Punian glanced outside the private room, and his expression immediately darkened.

"First, secure the clues."

He pondered for a moment and then said.

Xu Yunli responded softly.

……

Including Feng Ping, there were seven people in the private room, and it took four police cars to escort them back.

The technician remained in the private room to collect fingerprints and gather evidence on site.

In cases like this, where multiple people gather to commit assault, there are many people and many fingerprints, and the fact that it's a semi-open place like a KTV makes evidence collection even more difficult.

It's a time-consuming and energy-intensive task.

After bringing the man back, Nan Punian went into the interrogation room.

Except for Feng Ping, who insisted on waiting for the lawyer to arrive before speaking, the testimonies of the other six were very consistent.

Lu Feng was killed by Feng Ping, and Zhang Manman was killed by a man nicknamed 'Monkey' whose real name is Hu Haiping.

Lu Feng and Zhang Manman are a couple.

Hu Haiping was a hoodlum who was just one day shy of adulthood on his ID card and had dropped out of high school.

"Ah."

Nan Punian came out of the interrogation room, downed three cups of cold tea, looked at the interrogation results, and snorted coldly.

If the matter of the pants was merely a suspicion, then this interrogation statement was completely fabricated.

Everyone, including Wang Shi, is lying!

Li Feng stood to the side, head tucked in, saying nothing.

Nan Shu picked up the statement and began to read it. (End of Chapter)