The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

The fluorescent lights in the detention room were on all night, casting a pale light on the walls, making even the shadows appear faint.

Lin Feng sat on the edge of the iron bunk bed, his back against the cold wall, his eyes closed, his breathing steady. He wasn't asleep, he was just resting.

Since being brought into this room, he has gone through the whole story in his mind dozens of times.

Liu Wei's death was a cover-up, the drugs in the car were a setup, and Ye Qinghan's simultaneous detention couldn't be a coincidence. Zuo Ning has played all the cards she can this time.

All he can do now is wait, wait until the detention period expires and they have no choice but to release him, or wait for Sister Hong outside to find a breakthrough.

Footsteps approached from outside the iron gate, stopping at the entrance. The lock clicked open, and Bai Xu pushed the door open and walked in.

He wore a light blue shirt today, but the collar was still neatly buttoned, and he had a brown paper document bag tucked under his arm.

A young discipline inspection cadre followed behind him, carrying two cups of hot tea, which he placed on the table before stepping back to stand at the door.

"Lin Feng, you've been thinking about this all night. Is there anything you want to say to me?" Bai Xu placed the file folder on the table, pulled out the chair opposite him, sat down, and placed his hands on the file folder. His tone was much gentler than yesterday, as if he were a different person.

He unscrewed the lid of his thermos, took a sip of tea, and looked up at Lin Feng, a half-smile playing on his lips. "I know you're a smart man. Smart men don't go against their own nature. We already have enough evidence against you and Ye Qinghan. If you don't talk, she will eventually. When your testimonies don't match, it will be even more disadvantageous for you."

Lin Feng opened his eyes and looked at Bai Xu without saying a word. His eyes were slightly red from not sleeping all night, but his gaze was steady and unwavering.

Seeing his silence, Bai Xu pulled out the photo taken secretly in the car from the file folder and pushed it in front of Lin Feng. "The man in this photo, although his face is unclear, has a body shape that closely resembles yours. Do you know the extent of current technology? Body shape comparison, posture analysis, even gait recognition—these can all be used as supporting evidence in court. Since you've confessed now, we can consider giving you leniency. But if we wait for the technical analysis results, the situation will be different. You're a university student; you should understand this."

Lin Feng glanced down at the photo, then looked up at Bai Xu. "There are at least tens of thousands of people in Hehai City with a build similar to mine. You want to convict someone based on a blurry photo? What's the point of the law then?"

Bai Xu's smile slowly faded. He leaned back in his chair, staring at Lin Feng, his fingers tapping lightly on the file folder.

After a moment, he suddenly stood up and slammed the file bag on the table, spilling out several photos and documents.

His voice was no longer as gentle as before; every word was filled with barely suppressed anger. "Lin Feng, do you think you can get away with this by being stubborn? Let me tell you, the current materials can still be transferred to the procuratorate. Don't regret it when you get to the detention center."

Looking at Bai Xu's exasperated face, Lin Feng felt even calmer.

The more eager Bai Xu was to force him to talk, the more it showed that the other side didn't have solid evidence to convict him. If they really had solid evidence, they wouldn't need to waste time talking to him here.

She shifted her gaze from Bai Xu's face, closed her eyes again, and said calmly, "I can't force you to say something I didn't do."

Bai Xu stared at him for a while, then sneered, put the scattered materials back into the file bag, and walked out without looking back.

The iron gate slammed shut behind me, and the lock tightened again.

Meanwhile, in another detention room in the Discipline Inspection Commission building, Ye Qinghan's situation was similar.

She sat in the chair, with the same photos and the voice recorder on the table in front of her. The disciplinary official in charge of questioning her was much more polite than Bai Xu, but the questions he asked were just as tricky.

They asked her what her relationship was with Raymond Lam, whether she had been to the place mentioned in the recording that night, and why she was near an abandoned development zone late at night.

Ye Qinghan's answer was watertight.

Raymond Lam is her daughter's boyfriend and also the brave citizen who saved her life. Their relationship always takes place in public.

As for the places mentioned in the recording, she had never been there and did not know what the man in the recording was saying.

Her tone was calm yet firm, and combined with her uniform as a third-level police superintendent, it made the discipline inspection cadre opposite her restrain himself from slamming his fist on the table several times.

But only Ye Qinghan herself knew that every time she saw that photo of the car and heard that recording, her heart felt like it was being squeezed and twisted.

The voice in the recording described what happened that night in such detail that it gave her the creeps.

But the other party gave the wrong vehicle color, which was the only loophole she could find. She didn't know if the witness had genuinely misjudged the color or if someone had deliberately left this flaw.

If it's the latter, then the person who orchestrated this is incredibly cunning.

The detention period is gradually approaching.

Bai Xu sat in his office, reviewing the interrogation records from both sides, his forehead wrinkles deepening. Lin Feng remained stubborn, while Ye Qinghan was even more tight-lipped.

The testimonies from both sides match.

Lin Feng said that he was at a friend's house that night, and Shangguan Jinghong's oral testimony also confirmed this.

Nothing was found.

The only breakthrough was the recording and the photo, but the photo was too blurry, and the witness in the recording got the color of the vehicle wrong.

Just as Bai Xu was worrying about the materials on the table, he received a phone call.

The voice on the other end of the phone was young, with a deliberately respectful tone. "Director Bai, this is from General Manager Zuo's side. Regarding Wan Jingquan—the homeless man in the recording—he is willing to testify in court."

Bai Xu's fingers tightened slightly on the telephone receiver. He didn't answer immediately.

Testifying in court means that the homeless man's identity will be revealed, and all his testimonies will be subject to cross-examination in court.

If this person proves unreliable and recants in court, their case will completely collapse. But Zuo Ning has clearly already made arrangements.

Since the other party dared to let the witness appear in court, it means that they have reached some kind of agreement with the witness.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Xu leaned back in his chair and thought for a long time. Then he picked up the materials on the table and went through them again.

Lin Feng has no criminal record, is a college student, has been commended for his bravery, and has a complex but legal social network.

Ye Qinghan has a spotless record since joining the police force and has been awarded the Third-Class Merit Citation several times. Both of these individuals have difficult backgrounds to investigate, but the lack of physical evidence doesn't preclude a conviction. Having witnesses appear in court can at least move the case forward.

If they can stall them, Zuo Ning should have time to find more evidence.

He eventually signed the transfer documents.