Sheriff Uncle, open the door quickly! I've come to solve a case!

As the powder in the liquor slowly melted, the colorful cocktail gradually transformed into a witch's poison.

This small amount of powder killed three people.

"Will everything be alright? I'm a little scared." Song Zhiwen blinked her pitiful big eyes.

No, it won't.

Song Zhiwen stared at Du Biao, his eyes filled with affection.

That's how actors are; they can pretend to love people they utterly despise.

Du Biao immediately fell for it, pounced on her without a second thought, pinned Song Zhiwen to the sofa, and sniffed at her neck like a wild dog.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Song Zhiwen pushed Du Biao away: "Um... I have a little quirk, could you grant my request?"

Du Biao, panting heavily, smiled upon hearing this: "Okay."

"I've granted your little request, so you have to drink that glass of wine too~"

Song Zhiwen nodded obediently and climbed up from the sofa. She was wearing a bodycon dress with a leather belt around her waist. As soon as she pulled out the belt, Du Biao laughed.

"You look so well-behaved, but you have such a wild side."

"Sit still, hands behind your back, I'm going to tie your hands up."

Du Biao was overjoyed and completely cooperated by putting his hands behind his back: "I didn't expect you to like this."

Song Zhiwen quickly tied his hands, her tone slightly amused but much colder: "There are many things you can't imagine."

Song Zhiwen straightened up, clapped his hands, and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Du Biao twisted and turned: "Is that enough? Drink that glass of wine, then the rest of the time is ours."

Song Zhiwen narrowed her eyes and smiled strangely: "No, this glass of wine is to be used as evidence."

"And the rest of the wine, I'll give it to you."

Du Biao: "?"

Song Zhiwen grabbed the bottle and poured the liquor over Du Biao's head, soaking him to the bone. Du Biao yelled, "Pah! Are you crazy?! Let me go! I'll kill you!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down." Song Zhiwen grabbed Du Biao's mouth, stretching it out long: "I'm doing something that will make me happy."

"You ¥@$&!" Du Biao was completely speechless, his mouth was being pulled so hard it hurt.

Not satisfied with just pouring wine over himself, Song Zhiwen grabbed the ice bucket next to him and poured a mixture of ice and water over himself, thoroughly soaking him.

“Wuwu!”

"Still dare to cry? I hate people who cry the most! Watch me fly like a crow!"

……

When Qin Qingzhou and the police arrived, Du Biao was already in a completely unrecognizable state.

He reeked of alcohol, his body was completely dry, and his face was covered in bruises. He was sobbing as he was tied up, his whole being a picture of brokenness.

The instigator, Song Zhiwen, had long since disappeared. Only Yu Bei remained calmly seated on the sofa in the corner. When he saw Qin Qingzhou arrive, he silently nodded.

"This... sir, did you do all of this?" A police officer stepped forward and asked Yu Bei responsibly.

Then he was patted on the shoulder, and Qin Qingzhou stepped forward: "This is my informant, you don't need to worry about him."

"Oh well!"

Seeing Yu Bei stand up, Qin Qingzhou said irritably, "You don't have any objections to me taking this person with me, do you?"

"He's not a superhuman, it's none of my business." Yu Bei brushed past him and left.

Du Biao was formally arrested on suspicion of indecent assault, violating the Contraband Control Act, and being an accomplice in intentional homicide. Several young men and women from his circle were also arrested.

The truth about the butler's murder of Wang Yichen was also brought to light thanks to the help of the Sanhao Agency.

But... the butler had no connection with the superhuman who sold contraband, so why did the superhuman kill him?

Qin Qingzhou had just finished interrogating Du Biao when he ran into the colleague he had previously asked to investigate Chen Zhou's body.

"Captain Qin, I was just about to look for you." The female colleague handed the documents to Qin Qingzhou: "I've contacted the household registration office about the body you asked me to investigate before."

"They said..." she paused, "They said that the death was registered directly at the time, without a body or a cremation appointment."

"What?"

Qin Qingzhou frowned and turned back to the interrogation room.

Du Biao was still sitting in the interrogation room, just despairingly preparing to face his future prison life, when he was startled by the sudden sound of the door opening.

"I...I've told you everything!"

Qin Qingzhou leaned on the table in front of him, her tone serious: "Where did you put Chen Zhou's body after he died?"

"It was placed in the villa where the party was held, and later the police from the United States removed his body."

Did his father take his body away?

Du Biao thought for a moment and said, "Yes, the Wang family even helped with the procedures to bring the body back to China."

That's strange.

The body was clearly transferred back to China, but it was not cremated.

Was it hidden away, or was it taken away?

Is the disappearance of the body related to the death of the butler?

In the office, Bai Zhizhi lay on the sofa and sent a voice message to Song Qiu using her phone watch.

The little guy pestered her relentlessly until he added her on WeChat, and he would send her everything he saw.

"Sister~ Do you have a pet? Zhizhi has a dog named Afu."

"Sister, when are you coming to visit Zhizhi?"

"elder sister……"

Bai Zhizhi sent dozens of messages, but Song Qiu only replied to one.

Knowing that Bai Zhizhi couldn't read, she sent a voice message, her tone as impatient as ever.

"I need to study, can you please leave me alone?"

Bai Zhizhi sent a picture of herself pouting and looking unhappy, along with a pitiful voice message.

"I'm sorry, sister... I shouldn't have bothered you."

"Zhizhi posted this because she likes her older sister."

"I won't post it again after I find out."

Song Qiu quickly replied with a message: "...Never mind, you can send it. I didn't mean anything by it..."

Bai Zhizhi immediately sat up, her hair haphazardly piled on her head: "Can Zhizhi call my sister?"

Song Qiu: "Don't push your luck!"

Bai Zhizhi: "What does '得春进吃' mean?"

Qin Qingzhou walked into the office with a cold face, sat down in front of the computer in silence, and never stopped typing.

Bai Zhizhi turned off the phone and watch, and quietly walked to Qin Qingzhou's side.

On the table was a photograph taken by Chen Zhou when he handed over the body for verification.

The little guy blinked his eyes, looking puzzled.

Qin Qingzhou glanced at Bai Zhizhi and pushed the photo a little closer to her: "Zhizhi, do you know where this body is located?"

"The little brother died far away. He was the grandpa's child in the big house~" Bai Zhizhi said as she climbed into Qin Qingzhou's arms.

"Yes, he died abroad."

Bai Zhizhi picked up the photo and looked at it from left to right, then tugged at Qin Qingzhou in a daze.

"How strange, how can someone who is already dead sense that he is still alive?"