As expected, under Ye Shikai’s "threat," Zhang Gong’s body suddenly trembled, and his eyes, which had been flaming with anger, shrank in an instant. The pain of losing a son, indeed, deserved sympathy from others, but upon careful consideration, although his son, Zhang Chen, had been murdered, the assassin remained at large – Zhang Gong’s first reaction was to suspect his business rivals; could they have sent the assassin to kill his son directly? In his pain, Zhang Gong had not lost his reason; if the assassin continued the killing spree, could he be the next target?
A businessman’s mind, Ye Shikai had guessed correctly, operates on interests above all. His son’s body was still lying in the morgue, and at this ti, getting angry at the police was utterly useless and would only bring him more trouble.
"How about it, Mr. Zhang, I still have so questions for you. I hope you will mourn your loss and cooperate with my investigation," Ye Shikai said softly into Zhang Gong’s ear.
"Can you guarantee that you’ll catch the killer?" Zhang Gong cald down a bit and asked coldly.
"I swear on my honor that I will do everything in my power to capture the assassin," Ye Shikai said firmly.
"Alright, ask whatever you want, and I shall answer," Zhang Gong sighed deeply, his whole person suddenly looking worn out, and gestured to his bodyguards not to co forward with a hand signal.
"Officer, let’s go."
"Mr. Zhang, this way, please."
In the police station, the conference room.
"Did your son ever offend anyone before his passing?" Ye Shikai asked alone, getting straight to the point after deliberately isolating Zhang Ting.
"Well... Mr. Ye, my son indeed offended quite a few people; it’s all because I spoiled him too much," Zhang Gong sighed – common sense really. A spoiled rich kid who had bullied countless classmates, wasn’t Li Tianfeng one of them? In fact, Ye Shikai understood Zhang Gong’s thoughts very well; in Huaxia, there are many parents like him, who overindulge their children, and even though they know it’s their child’s fault, they’re unwilling to bla them. In the end, it’s still the "vulnerable groups" who suffer.
"The deceased should be respected. I am not here to bla your son; I just have so questions, the answers to which will help solve the case. I hope Mr. Zhang will understand," Ye Shikai said lightly.
"It’s okay, you’re trying to solve the case too. Now, my only thought is to catch the killer," Zhang Gong sighed again, seeming a little overwheld, "Who exactly killed my son?"
"You want to find the assassin, and so do I. I can help you only if you fully cooperate," Ye Shikai picked up his notebook, "Whom had your son provoked?"
"Just... those... classmates, at most people from the society, but under my status, they should not dare to lay a hand on my son."
"Right, Mr. Ye, why did you know that my son was in mortal danger that day?" Suddenly, Zhang Gong spoke very agitatedly.
"Mr. Zhang, are you aware of the recent notorious serial killings?" Ye Shikai decided to tell the truth, as a family mber of the deceased has the right to know the reality.
"The killer targets those bad news figures, and not long ago, the incident involving your son and classmate Li Tianfeng also made the news. I think it might have been at that ti that your son got the killer’s attention."
"What... how could this be?" Zhang Gong seed unable to accept it, his eyes hollow, "You an, the killer didn’t know my son before, and there was no feud between them?"
"Indeed, that is the case," Ye Shikai nodded.
"This damned wretch..." Zhang Gong yelled in despair. Ye Shikai felt helpless; it was too late for any words now. If only they had known earlier, what was the point of it all?
Ye Shikai turned around to allow Zhang Gong so ti to compose himself, but just a few steps away, Zhang Gong stopped him.
"Mr. Ye, please wait."
"Is there anything else?"
"Yesterday, I received a phone call that may be related to the case," Zhang Gong said between sobs and with a shaky voice.
"What, a phone call? Please tell more," Ye Shikai reacted with a start.
"Last night, I was planning to go to the villa to see my son, but just before leaving, I received a phone call."
"Go on."
"Cough cough... I ant to go back and see my son, after all, with such an incident I wouldn’t bla him in front of others, but still, I had to have a serious talk with him privately."
"And then, what happened?"
"It was that phone call," Zhang Gong nodded with a regretful look in his eyes, "I received a call from soone who wanted to partner up with and invited to et at a hotel."
"A business partner, did you know them?" Ye Shikai asked with curiosity.
"No, I’m sure I didn’t know the person on the other end, but he introduced himself and I had heard of that company, it is indeed a big enterprise. As you know, I’m a businessman, and when a potential partner takes the initiative to invite you, of course, I had to check it out, but then..."
"What happened?" Ye Shikai felt an uneasy premonition.
"He never showed up, I was stood up." Zhang Gong looked annoyed as it dawned on him that the caller might actually have been the assassin luring him away from the villa. In fact, the lack of vigilance between father and son was to bla; realizing this, Ye Shikai also felt so self-reproach for not explaining sooner.
"Mr. Zhang, your information is very valuable. I think this is the clue we need," Ye Shikai declared with conviction.
"Mr. Ye, I implore you," Zhang Gong said weakly as he stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Shikai.
"Mr. Zhang, mourn the loss of your son and take care of the aftermath. We can take it from here," Ye Shikai consoled.
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"Zhang Ting, notify the cyber police to be on standby 24 hours a day. As soon as there is any information online about Zhang Chen’s murder, imdiately locate the IP address for ," Ye Shikai ordered imdiately, realizing they had been led by the nose by the killer’s tempo; now, it was his turn to strike back.
"Got it, I understand," Zhang Ting nodded, according to the killer’s pattern, soon after the incident, they would start to stir up public opinion online.
"Let’s take this ti to visit the cri scene," Ye Shikai said, picking up his car keys.
"Okay."
Twenty minutes later.
"Indeed, a second-generation rich kid." Once inside the villa, Zhang Ting murmured. This villa was much larger than Chen Xietian’s, but Ye Shikai didn’t care about that. He walked into the villa, carefully observing the ornants placed around.
"Just as I thought." Ye Shikai put on white gloves, and there, on the coffee table, lay a silver cross, identical to the one left at the previous cri scene, easily recognizable. Upstairs on the third floor, Ye Shikai noticed that the attic window was open. It was about three to four ters above the wooden floor. According to the butler, it is usually kept closed.
"The assassin must have entered through here."
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