While Su Mo looked at Wang Heng with an expression as if he wanted to eat him up, which made Wang Heng's tone become softer as he spoke.
Chen Gang frowned at Su Mo: "Mr. Su, what's going on? Weren't you told to stay home and wait for your wife? How come you went out beating people again?"
Su Mo looked at Chen Gang with bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth: "I asked everyone, and they all said my wife was with Wang Heng last night.
Up until now, my wife still hasn't come back, she must have been taken away by him. I suspect, I suspect, something must have happened to my wife already."
Seeing Su Mo's expression, Chen Gang finally took it seriously and asked: "Your wife still hasn't come back? You still can't reach her on the phone?"
Su Mo nodded heavily, then turned to Wang Heng and shouted: "Speak up, what did you do to my wife?"
As he was about to rush over and hit him again, he was held back by several officers, it would probably take more than one to hold him back, Su Mo was so strong.
Wang Heng kept backing away, explaining: "Wasn't your wife gone home after we finished drinking last night? Could it be, she didn't go home? That shouldn't be right."
Seeing Su Mo's impulsive behavior again, Chen Gang quickly had Wang Heng taken away. He sat next to Su Mo and said: "Mr. Su, it's been over 24 hours now. We can officially file this case now. What do you think, let's go to your house first, then we'll start investigating."
Su Mo absent-mindedly nodded, then went home with Chen Gang.
After Chen Gang entered the house, he first looked around the shoe cabinet, then he inadvertently observed the surroundings in the house, especially the bathroom and bedroom, he looked very carefully.
Then, he began to inquire in detail about what happened from last night until now. When he was done asking everything, he looked at Su Mo and said sincerely:
"Mr. Su, I understand your anxiety. Our police will also do our best to investigate. But you have to promise me one thing, don't go looking for trouble with Wang Heng again.
If he's guilty, we definitely won't let him off easily without you having to do anything. Just stay home and wait for news, can you do that?"
Su Mo's eyes were moist, he nodded at Chen Gang.
After Chen Gang left, Su Mo resumed his original relaxed and carefree demeanor. He stretched lazily and whispered to himself: "Finally I can get a good sleep."
As for the problem of his personality losing control, he noticed it, but since there was no solution, he just brushed it aside and focused on getting a good rest, that was the way.
Two days later, inside a case analysis room at the police station, Chen Gang and several officers sat around a conference table.
A female officer in her twenties said: "Su Mo's wife Zhang Xiaoling went missing on the night of September 9th, according to our investigation over the past two days.
Zhang Xiaoling left with Wang Heng at 10:30 pm on the 9th after parting ways with everyone else. According to Wang Heng's account, around 11 o'clock, he and Zhang Xiaoling parted ways, and Zhang Xiaoling claimed she was going home.
Since the road from the bar to Zhang Xiaoling's home was not far, she didn't take a taxi, but there were no surveillance cameras along the way. So it's impossible to verify if what Wang Heng said was true.
Secondly, according to Su Mo's account, his wife left home at 8pm on the 9th, and had not returned home since. Their home is in an old neighborhood, also without surveillance cameras, so again it's impossible to verify if that was true."
Chen Gang nodded, then looked around at everyone else and said: "Let's hear everyone's thoughts."
A young policeman stood up and said: "Based on the current situation, there are three possibilities with the highest likelihood.
First, Wang Heng was lying. If he lied, then Zhang Xiaoling's disappearance should be related to him.
Second, Su Mo was lying. Similarly, if he lied, Zhang Xiaoling's disappearance should be related to him.
Third, neither of them lied, but on her way home, Zhang Xiaoling encountered villains and met with an accident."
Chen Gang nodded again: "Well said, this is consistent with my analysis. Basically there are these three situations. Let's first discuss the possibility of Su Mo lying. I'll go first.
My judgment is that Su Mo didn't lie. The reasons are as follows:
First, Su Mo reported the case early the next morning. Combined with his performance during this time, his emotions are genuine, with over ten years as a policeman, I still have this level of judgment.
Second, Su Mo's call records show that starting at 11:30 pm on the 9th, he had been constantly calling Zhang Xiaoling, indicating he was looking for her.
Also, we've been to his house twice. There were no signs of blood or struggle inside, which eliminates the possibility of it being a crime scene.
Third, if Su Mo really killed Zhang Xiaoling, how did he make the corpse disappear? This is illogical. Su Mo was a soldier until recently.
He didn't have the capability or experience to deal with the crime scene and corpse after committing murder.
So personally I think the possibility of Su Mo being a suspect can be ruled out."
After Chen Gang finished, the other officers all agreed unanimously, because they thought the same way, it's just that some people didn't think through it as thoroughly as Chen Gang.
Seeing that no one had dissenting opinions, he continued: "Now let's discuss the possibility of Wang Heng. I'll go first again.
In Wang Heng's account, from when he parted with Zhang Xiaoling until the next day, there was no one who could prove he was home during that time.
This is indeed suspicious, but from my understanding of Wang Heng, he doesn't seem like someone who could murder someone and still remain calm, and act out a drama with us.
So in my opinion, the probability of Wang Heng being a suspect is also low."
On this point, the others had differing opinions. After all, the reasons for eliminating Su Mo as a suspect were very sufficient, whereas there were not many reasons to eliminate Wang Heng, only intuition.
Next, everyone began to voice their own views, discussing very thoroughly from the perspectives of evidence, clues, reasoning, and so on.
At Su Mo's home, he was lying on the sofa watching TV programs while smoking, looking completely relaxed and comfortable.
He wasn't worried at all. Firstly, the police wouldn't suspect him. Even if the police did suspect him, it would be futile, because the corpse could never be found, so everything would just be empty talk.
He already knew how this case would unfold - first investigate Wang Heng, then investigate people who recently appeared in Weiyuan County, and finally make a mess of it, go through the motions of investigating Su Mo.
And finally, the case would go unsolved, or some excuse would be made like Zhang Xiaoling left on her own and couldn't be found etc.
In any case, this case just needed to become a cold case. What did Su Mo need to do? Be decadent and listless, everything else only needed waiting.
He had it all planned out, after the case was over, he would leave Weiyuan, and go somewhere else, to start dealing with the matter of the 99 abnormal personalities.
Now he did have a speculation, whether it was right or not, it would depend on how things developed next.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
