Chapter 304: Chapter 304: What the Heck Is a Sweet Romance?

Chapter 304: What the Heck Is a Sweet Romance?

Wang Dong let out a reflective sigh.

He always felt that his little buddy was habitually wavering between being outstanding and merely average.

Take, for instance, the current crime scene investigation.

Surely, clues would be uncovered.

But someone like Xiao Yu can read the traces at a glance and immediately deduce the murder method.

Something even decades-long veteran detectives would struggle to achieve…

Interrogation Room, City Bureau of City C.

Xiao Yu and Wang Dong stared at the woman across from them.

Jian Yingying, female, 20, from another province… a silver-selling woman, and also a victim in this case.

Based on her confession,

she had come to City C to work a year and a half ago, only to be lured, detained, and forced into silver-selling.

Yet she was the one who reported the case!

“According to your statement, at 3:51 AM three days ago, you discovered the victims’ bodies and then used one of their phones to call the police. Is that correct?”

Wang Dong asked in a cold tone.

That manner was simply unacceptable.

Not how one should treat a victim.

But…

“That’s right.”

Jian Yingying nodded, lowering her gaze.

She dared not meet the eyes of the two police officers before her.

Even though they weren’t in uniform, she assumed they were cops, right?!

“Then why lie?”

Wang Dong’s voice grew even icier.

That was the crux of his disapproval.

How many officers have had their legs worn out chasing leads because of one false testimony?

Sometimes, the person faking their statement can be even more infuriating than the criminal.

Believe it or not.

Xiao Yu recalled numerous cases where false testimonies had surfaced.

Such fabrications could easily turn a case into an unsolvable mystery!

“I…”

Jian Yingying’s face turned instantly pale, shocked and utterly at a loss.

This was the obvious reaction of a normal person when caught in a lie.

Some veterans might fake calm, feigning confusion or surprise.

But in the eyes of Xiao Yu and Wang Dong, Jian Yingying was clearly too green to pull off any real disguise.

Wang Dong cast a look at Xiao Yu.

That look silently said: Impressive. You nailed it!

And if you dare to give me that fired-up stare again, I might just write your name on your underwear and blow you to smithereens… Xiao Yu rolled his eyes.

“How was the iron gate on the first floor opened?”

Wang Dong’s interrogation cut right to the chase.

Jian Yingying’s body trembled briefly.

“It was you who helped the murderer open it, wasn’t it?”

Every word was measured as Wang Dong spoke icily.

Jian Yingying shuddered even more.

Both Xiao Yu and Wang Dong silently shook their heads; it was now clear that Jian Yingying’s defenses had crumbled.

Her guard was completely down.

At this point, any question would get an answer.

“What did the murderer look like?”

Xiao Yu stepped in, staring straight into Jian Yingying’s eyes.

Jian Yingying shook her head rapidly. “He… he wore a hood!”

“Height? Build?”

Xiao Yu pressed on, “What about his eyes?”

“Over 1.8 meters tall and rather lean.”

After a pause, Jian Yingying hesitantly added, “Single-lidded eyes… they looked so cold, not like a normal person at all. It was terrifying!”

Over 1.8 meters, lean build, single-lidded eyes, with a chilling gaze… Xiao Yu frowned.

He recalled the shoe size from the rooftop; the physique matched.

Generally speaking, a tall individual naturally wears a larger shoe size.

Shorter stature usually means smaller feet—though exceptions exist.

Thus, the size of the footprint can primarily indicate height.

And the depth of the print correlates with the individual’s weight and foot area.

Given both the depth and area are known,

one can roughly deduce the person’s weight.

This was all part of our police academy training…

Xiao Yu was verifying his own deductions.

He needed to confirm the murderer’s build and physique.

Male, around 1.8 meters tall, weighing roughly 70-75 kilograms, single-lidded eyes, with a cold gaze… and left-handed!

Left-handed?

Exactly. That detail was revealed in the autopsy.

Left-handed killings are much easier to differentiate from right-handed ones…

Even if the murderer’s face remains unknown,

a rough ‘profile’ has now been established.

It is likely that the perpetrator behind all these cases is this very man.

Yet the trail had grown cold.

The murderer’s methods were extraordinarily practiced, with strong counter-surveillance skills.

The scene had been scrubbed clean of most evidence—only his method of operation remained.

Based solely on these general deductions, tracking him down would be extremely challenging.

And here’s the crucial point:

Stealing photolithography machine data, murdering three thugs, killing a drug lord, slaying a rich second-generation, and now three more victims.

Five cases, with crimes committed in four different cities.

Except for the killing of the rich second-generation and the later ‘execution-style’ murder, they seemed connected.

The other three cases had no apparent link whatsoever.

It was also clear that, aside from the photolithography machine data,

the other cases targeted what were considered… bad people.

Were these villains deserving of death?

Deserving indeed!

But that isn’t a reason for you to play judge and executioner.

Otherwise, what’s the point of the law?

And why even have the police or National Security?

If you want to kill or punish someone, who are you to decide?

What gives you the right?

“Return to the Capital.”

Leaving the interrogation room, Xiao Yu stated with finality, “He’s no longer in this city.”

With no clues left, staying was pointless.

The murderer’s height, weight, gender, and habits were all confirmed.

The case had been sparked by a novel.

So the investigation had to continue along that line.

The system’s deadline wasn’t a joke.

It goes without saying just how challenging cracking this case would be.

But one thing was confirmed by Xiao Yu.

This was a man-made crime, not a paranormal phenomenon.

There was one thing Xiao Yu just couldn’t fathom.

The murderer and the novelist, Fang Shuoxin.

What kind of ‘method’ did they use to pass information back and forth?

Xiao Yu thought to himself.

If they couldn’t uncover this means of communication,

then the case would never be solved.

Capital City, National Security Second Group Headquarters.

Xiao Yu once again froze at the sight of the suspect, Fang Shuoxin.

He was stunned.

Not only had Fang Shuoxin perfected the storyline from his previous novel,

but he had also started a new, bizarre plot twist.

And this new storyline had absolutely nothing to do with any of the cases.

Instead, it was… romance?

After reading the manuscript penned by Fang Shuoxin,

his expression turned disturbingly strange.

How had a proper spy thriller suddenly…

turned into a sweet romance!