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Zhao Qingsong looked at the gazes of the people around him.

He then said directly, "You're a strange person. There's something wrong with your brother's cause of death. We're just investigating, but you're unwilling to cooperate. There's something fishy going on!"

"What's going on here!"

The eldest son of the Jia family shouted at the top of his lungs, "The police station has already investigated. We're holding a funeral. If you come here to cause trouble, believe me, I'll beat you to death!"

Zhao Qingsong knew that if he really was causing trouble...

There is a real possibility of being beaten to death.

He then straightened his chest and shouted, "I was originally going to give your Jia family some face, but since we dared to come here, it means we have evidence. Get Wang Ying out here. Yesterday morning, someone saw Jia Fugui leaving the house, not leaving after an argument as Wang Ying claimed. If what she said is true, then who was the man who left this house in the middle of the night?"

Gao Dazhi wiped the sweat from his brow.

This guy is a real tiger.

Zhao Qingsong was also uneasy; all of this was just his speculation.

He bet that people in this era were ignorant and easily intimidated, unlike later generations where many people understood the law and relied on evidence.

These days, without surveillance cameras, eyewitnesses are extremely important.

He questioned what Stanley Ho said.

I'm betting she'll be scared.

……

After listening, Boss Jia looked around and said angrily, "You dare to talk nonsense! Get out! Get out of here!"

This matter left Zhao Qingsong completely baffled.

Instantly, I felt that the eldest son of the Jia family knew something and was trying to cover it up.

This further confirmed my suspicions.

Could it have been done by Boss Jia?

Seeing this, Gao Dazhi quickly stopped him: "Hey, don't be impulsive! We're here to investigate. Let's talk this out."

Lost in thought, an old woman came out of the house.

He plopped down on the ground.

She wailed loudly, "Oh dear, my son is dead, and you still come here to bully this widow and her child! Even if you're from the security department, you can't treat people like this! At least let us handle the funeral arrangements!"

"That's right!"

"Respect for the dead is paramount!"

……

The neighbors around also started to speak up.

Gao Dazhi felt he was in a difficult position.

She tugged at his clothes and asked in a low voice, "Or, should we forget about it and investigate from other places?"

Zhao Qingsong looked at Jia Laoda, who was about to hit someone, and then at the unreasonable old lady.

This is very abnormal.

After hearing what she had just said, any normal old lady wouldn't have stopped her.

If you encounter a formidable one, they can simply rush in, grab the daughter-in-law by the hair, and demand an explanation.

But none of them were there.

This is clearly abnormal.

His gaze swept across the scene.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in his line of sight, standing there expressionless.

But his eyes seemed a little evasive.

My mind instantly began to recall.

He had seen this person before.

This person was also watching from the crowd on the shore when they went to check earlier.

This made him think of something.

In a past life, I read about a case where, after a murderer committed a crime, some people would return to the crime scene, hoping to find out if they could uncover anything.

The other person instinctively looked away when they saw his gaze.

Zhao Qingsong's gaze swept over the other person for a moment before he looked away.

He looked at the old lady who was still wailing.

He said directly, "Alright, I'll tell you. Jia Fugui's death is related to Wang Ying. We're taking him back for an investigation. Anyone who tries to stop us is an accomplice."

He turned to the furious Jia Laoda and demanded, "Were you the man who left this house early yesterday morning?"

"You're asking for it! How could it be me?!"

"If it wasn't you, then it must be your brother. Wang Ying is lying. Why are you stopping him? Are you protecting someone?"

Zhao Qingsong suddenly shouted.

This left the other party stunned.

After all, the other party was just an ordinary worker, while Zhao Qingsong was a member of the security department, which was equivalent to a police officer.

"I...I didn't cover it up!"

He just seemed a little hesitant when he spoke.

Zhao Qingsong pushed the other person aside and walked towards the main room.

Seeing Wang Ying crying and complaining, he asked directly, "Wang Ying, after investigating the people in the logistics warehouse, someone saw Jia Fugui leave his house early yesterday morning. Can you explain why you said he left after an argument last night?"

Wang Ying had already heard the commotion outside.

She can't even fake a cry anymore.

"I...I'm not lying! He really did leave after an argument."

"You still won't tell the truth? After a joint investigation by the police station and the steel plant's security department, Jia Fugui's death was not an accident; he was murdered. If you don't tell, then you are an accomplice, covering up for the murderer."

Zhao Qingsong's words were sharp.

He came over aggressively and shouted, "Speak! Why are you lying? Did you conspire to kill him?"

"No, that's not it!"

Wang Ying waved her hands in horror: "I didn't do it. I didn't even know when he left. How could it be me?"

"Oh, then why did you say you left after arguing in the first half of the night?"

"I……"

The woman hesitated for a moment, glancing at Jia's eldest brother and Old Madam Jia with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Zhao Qingsong followed the other person's gaze.

The two of them looked as if the sky had fallen, shaking their heads vigorously.

When he saw Zhao Qingsong's gaze, he stopped what he was doing.

Zhao Qingsong stared coldly at the other person for a while before turning to look at him: "Speak, where did he go? If you don't tell me, then it means that Jia Fugui's death is related to you, that you are protecting a criminal. You are an accomplice."

"No, no, I'm really not an accomplice. I really don't know who did it. He... he went to the black market with Lao Li and the others."

Wang Ying had tears in her eyes and looked aggrieved.

He turned his gaze to the crowd in the courtyard.

Zhao Qingsong turned his head and saw a figure quietly running away.

"Brother Gao, go after him! That guy's suspicious, he's escaped."

Upon seeing this, Gao Dazhi quickly chased after him.

……

Zhao Qingsong watched Gao Dazhi chase after him, frowned, and asked, "Who was that person? Was it Old Li you mentioned?"

Wang Ying shook her head: "No, all I know is that he went to the black market with Lao Li and the others. I don't know the specifics."

"Who is Old Li?"

"Li Hongwei is in charge of the waste storage area."

Zhao Qingsong frowned: "You're coming with me to the security office. Explain everything clearly. Also... does the eldest son of the Jia family know something? Otherwise, why are you stopping me!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ying looked at the two of them.

Tears continued to stream down her face.

He shook his head: "They don't know about this because... because... Fugui earned a lot of money and gave it to them. They're afraid, afraid that others will find out and settle accounts with Old Li after the funeral."

Zhao Qingsong frowned.

He thought the two were conspiring together!

It turns out they were afraid their reselling activities would be discovered.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Speculation and profiteering, especially the resale of factory materials, are very serious offenses.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. Let's go to the police station. They'll investigate, including what happened to Boss Jia. If what you said is true, the crime is Jia Fugui's, and it has nothing to do with you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ying looked around the scene with a sorrowful expression.

Seeing the strange looks from everyone, he finally agreed.

Given the choice between a family member of a criminal who engages in speculation and profiteering, and a murderer who conspired to kill her husband, anyone would know which option to choose.

"Okay, I'll go with you!"

He stood up and looked at Jia Laoda: "Mom, brother, I'm leaving the child with you. I'm going to the police station; Fugui's funeral arrangements can't be delayed."

"Mom, I don't want you to leave!"

"Uncle, you can't take my mom!"

The two children were terrified when they saw this and clung to their mother's legs.

The older one was a boy, about eleven or twelve years old, and the younger one was only seven or eight years old.

Zhao Qingsong sighed upon seeing this scene.

"Don't worry, child. The organization will not let a bad person go unpunished, nor will it wrong an innocent person. Your mother just needs to explain things clearly."

To be honest, he didn't know how these people would be dealt with.

All we can do is offer comfort and prevent the situation from spiraling out of control.

Lost in thought, Gao Dazhi walked in.

A hint of disappointment crossed his face: "They ran away!"

Zhao Qingsong frowned. The other party had just escaped the radar scanning range. If he had chased after them, he might not have lost them.

Seeing Gao Dazhi's questioning expression, she snapped out of her thoughts.

He said, "Brother Gao, let's go. We've caught an important person; let's go to the police station. As for the others... we'll contact them if the police station needs them."

"Alright, let's go!"

Gao Dazhi agreed.

The three then left the courtyard together, leaving behind a messy scene.

Seeing the man being taken away, the old woman suddenly burst into tears, slapping her thighs and crying, "Oh dear, what a tragedy, what a tragedy!"