Zhao Donglai was shocked.
He didn’t expect Old Wu to have such malicious intentions.
Fortunately, Luo Fei discovered it in ti. If he had exposed the matter after Guo Jing was executed, I’m afraid the entire Jiangzhou police force would have experienced a major earthquake!
Damn it, what the hell did their police do to him to make him carry a grudge even close to death!
"But it’s a pity, Officer Luo, you discovered it so early. It seems Guo Jing won’t die... Why don’t we make another bet, see how many days it takes you to find the murderer."
Old Wu chuckled, gloating a bit, "But it won’t be as easy as catching , and there aren’t so many surveillance caras waiting for you to check."
"After all, those two fools were dead set on believing Guo Jing was the murderer. All investigation directions were related to him, and they didn’t notice a single truly useful clue..."
"Wu Xueyou, straighten your attitude a bit! Do you not know that withholding information also counts as a cri!"
"Captain Zhao, save it. Do you think there’s any cri more serious than execution?"
Zhao Donglai, who was intending to use psychological tactics: ...
Damn it, I shouldn’t have opened my mouth!
At this mont, Luo Fei had already stood up, "Then I might have to disappoint you, I think finding this murderer won’t be difficult at all."
Saying so, he turned and left.
Zhao Donglai was montarily stunned; seeing he wasn’t joking, he got anxious.
He glanced at Old Wu and hurriedly chased after him, "Luo Fei, are we really just leaving like this?"
"Not leaving? Captain Zhao, do you want to continue catching up with him?"
"What do I have to catch up with him about? I an, aren’t you planning to get so clues from him?"
Although Old Wu’s words just now were gloating, they were also true.
The case has been closed for too long. It’s very difficult to gather evidence again from the original events.
So apart from the incorrect information in the files, valuable clues are incredibly scarce.
To find the murderer, the best way now is to start with Old Wu.
"Look at him, hoping to get more clues from him is less realistic than relying on ourselves. Besides, this case isn’t hard to investigate."
"Not hard? Do you already have clues?"
"Well, I consider there’s a little bit."
"Amazing, Luo Fei, I knew you wouldn’t be stumped. Co on, tell , what have you discovered."
"It’s simple, the gun."
"The gun?"
"That’s right. The murderer thought hiding the gun in Guo Jing’s ho and framing him would solve everything, but he didn’t realize it actually exposed himself."
Zhao Donglai’s mind couldn’t catch up for a mont, frowning as he struggled to keep pace.
Luo Fei had to prompt him, "Captain Zhao, think about it. How could an outsider easily sneak into Guo Jing’s house and get his fingerprints on the gun?"
"Which ans, the person is likely an acquaintance of the Guo family!"
"Indeed, as long as we start from the Guo family’s social network, investigating one by one, it’s only a matter of ti before we find the murderer."
"Also, according to those two footprints left at the scene, the other person should have a similar height and weight to Guo Jing, which narrows our scope even more."
"Oh right, with Old Wu’s confession, our range can shrink again."
"Why?"
"Think about it, Old Wu isn’t a police officer. He wasn’t at the cri scene or able to learn case details. How could he know who the murderer is?"
"So the only possibility is the murderer was discovered by him during the first cri for so reason. Of course, the specific reason isn’t important now. We just need to know that Old Wu’s place and Zhang Yanhua’s neighborhood are more than twenty minutes apart by car."
"Based on what we’ve previously gathered, Old Wu’s activities were simple, generally commuting between the police station and ho, so we can conclude the murderer might be soone from the sa neighborhood or nearby."
Luo Fei concluded his analysis, "Knowing the Guo family, living close to Old Wu, similar in height and weight to Guo Jing, with single eyelids and a thick rough voice, Captain Zhao, do you think this narrows down the murderer?"
"Just, just like that?"
Zhao Donglai widened his eyes, finding it a bit hard to accept.
What Luo Fei said was simple and evident, a basic level of analytical ability every detective should possess.
As soone who has been a Criminal Police Captain for years, he shouldn’t have overlooked this.
However, because even Lu Jianfei, a seasoned detective, tripped up on this case, he subconsciously complicated the case, overlooking the most basic details.
It wasn’t until after Luo Fei finished speaking that he realized how simple this case was; switching to any officer with a reasonable intelligence level would’ve likely found the issues.
But the result? A city-level police team with the best investigators, capable of solving countless cases, capsized in such shallow waters.
Isn’t that absurd?
"Yes, it really is that simple."
"In fact, if the investigators back then had been slightly more attentive, with their professionalism, they could’ve solved the case in three to five days at most. It’s such a pity..."
Luo Fei looked regretful.
Indeed, it was unfortunate.
A case that could’ve been solved easily was skewed by two detectives’ subjective assumptions, resulting in such dire consequences...
"Hey, Lu Jianfei was truly wronged... How could he end up with subordinates like that?"
"A lifeti of hard work and dedication, yet facing this ss in his later years, it’s just unjust."
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