At that, the police officer showed a helpless expression.
"But when we found the body, it was mangled so badly that imdiate identification was impossible," he explained. "And with the weather like this, as you've seen, we had no choice but to cremate the body first and compare identities afterward."
Liu Ergou nodded. "Alright, we understand. Thank you."
"But may I ask what exactly happened?"
The officer didn't hide anything, continuing, "The situation is quite straightforward. The other workers at the construction site hadn't seen the deceased for an entire day. Thinking sothing was amiss, they reported him missing. Upon our arrival, we imdiately began searching and eventually found the body beneath a pile of scaffolding. According to the forensic examination, he died around 1 a.m. The cause of death was multiple fractures, which led to fatal internal bleeding."
At this, Liu Ergou stopped the officer. "Whoa, wait a mont, Officer. Are you saying the victim died in the middle of the night?"
The officer nodded. "Yes, in the middle of the night. This was confird by the coroner; there's no mistake."
Hearing this, Liu Ergou couldn't help but lower his head in thought.
An accident in the middle of the night? That sounds absurd. Normally, everyone would be asleep at that hour. So Yang i's father just happened to wander under the scaffolding by himself and get crushed to death? No matter how I think about it, the logic doesn't add up. If it was suicide, that's even less likely. I can't think of any reason why Yang i's father would take his own life.
The more Liu Ergou thought about it, the more he felt sothing was off. Finally, a bold idea struck him.
Yang i's father's death wasn't an accident at all; it was most likely homicide!
The thought made Liu Ergou's mind buzz.
Homicide! This... this is a serious matter.
However, Liu Ergou didn't voice his speculation. Instead, after making his apologies to the officer, he took Yang i's father's ashes and returned to the hotel.
After arriving at the hotel and pondering for a mont, Liu Ergou decided to call Han Jiajia. After all, she was a professional. She would handle such a matter much more easily than he could. With that in mind, he found Han Jiajia's number and dialed it.
The call connected quickly, and Liu Ergou got straight to the point.
"Hello, Jia Jia, it's , Liu Ergou! If you're free, co out and et . I'm waiting for you at the restaurant where we last ate. I need your help with sothing."
On the other end, Han Jiajia agreed without any hesitation. After that, Liu Ergou hung up, left the hotel, and headed straight for the restaurant where he had first t her.
「About half an hour later, they t.」
As soon as they saw each other, Han Jiajia complained, "Er Gou, why the sudden rush? I was in the middle of a face mask! You called out before I was even finished!"
Seeing she was a little unhappy, Liu Ergou quickly comforted her, "Jia Jia, what good does one little face mask do anyway? Let tell you, Baozhi Hall is about to sell a new ointnt that's supposed to be incredibly effective for both skin whitening and treating acne! I'll get one for you to try when it's out, how about it?"
"Hmph! Don't you dare exaggerate!" Han Jiajia retorted irritably.
Hearing this, Liu Ergou almost laughed.
I developed this Snow Skin Cream myself, how could I possibly be exaggerating?
With this thought, he puffed out his chest and made a guarantee. "You can rest assured, that skincare product is definitely effective. If it's not, then I'll..." He paused for a mont before continuing with a grin, "I'll marry you and take responsibility for the rest of your life! How about that?"
Han Jiajia gave him a huge eye-roll. "Wow, your abacus is clicking so loud I can hear it from a mile away! Alright, stop joking around and tell why you called here."
Hearing this, Liu Ergou stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point. "Since you've been on leave, you probably haven't heard about the worker who was crushed to death by scaffolding at that construction site, have you?"
However, to Liu Ergou's surprise, Han Jiajia simply nodded and said, "I know about it."
This left Liu Ergou dumbfounded. "What? How do you know? Aren't you still on vacation this month?"
Seeing his shocked expression, Han Jiajia looked a bit helpless. "Er Gou, I'm on leave, not retired! This is a potential homicide, not so trivial incident. How could I not know?"
Han Jiajia's words made Liu Ergou smile sheepishly. "Hehe, you can't bla ; I don't know everything! Anyway, let continue."
Then, Liu Ergou very seriously shared all his suspicions about the death of Yang i's father. Hearing his account, Han Jiajia's brow furrowed.
"Homicide?" she said earnestly. "Look, Er Gou, everything requires evidence. Your reasoning is sound, but this is pure speculation on your part. Without evidence, it's useless!"
Han Jiajia's words left Liu Ergou speechless.
She's right. Without evidence, words are useless.
But what she said next made him ecstatic.
"That being said, after hearing your side of it, I agree sothing feels off," she continued. "Going out in the middle of the night only to be crushed to death by scaffolding... no matter how you look at it, the logic doesn't hold up. So, I've decided to speak to my superiors and request a re-investigation. Don't worry, I'll notify you the mont we have any results!"
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Liu Ergou didn't linger. He ordered a table full of food, paid the bill, and left imdiately. He couldn't help it; Feng Chunling and Yang i were waiting for him at the hotel, and they couldn't be left alone.
「Half an hour later, Liu Ergou returned to the hotel.」
The sky was beginning to darken. Perhaps it was due to Liu Ergou's presence, but Feng Chunling and Yang i suddenly felt an overpoweringly strong drowsiness that was impossible to resist. So, after quickly washing up, they prepared to go to sleep.
However, it was then that they were all dumbfounded. In his haste, Liu Ergou had booked a room with a single king-sized bed and a sofa. This ant there wasn't enough space for a third person to rest.
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