Black under the lamp? Han Fei's heart tightened.
He instantly thought of the boy that Xu Mo had brought back.
Just moments ago, Han Fei had dismissed all suspicions about that boy.
But because of Xu Mo's one sentence, he began to suspect him again.
Xu Mo's analysis was not without reason.
If the killer had committed a crime of passion, there would be no need to use ricin.
Because crimes of passion are the hardest to solve, and without direct evidence like surveillance footage to rely on, it's impossible to crack the case just by investigating the victim's social relationships - there's simply no connection between the victim and the killer!
So why would the killer go to the trouble of using ricin?
Couldn't they just stab the person with a fruit knife and be done with it? After all, it would be very difficult for the police to trace it back to them.
But since the killer used ricin, dubbed the perfect poison.
It means that the killer wanted to mislead the police, making them think the victim died accidentally, thus abandoning the investigation.
In other words, there must be a connection between the killer and the victim, and the killer is someone the police would easily suspect!
Thinking of this, Han Fei once again became suspicious of the boy Xu Mo had brought back.
Although in the previous questioning, the boy's answers could prove he had no time to commit the crime, with a very solid alibi.
But let's not forget.
The autopsy report had just come out, revealing the victim died of poisoning.
Unlike direct stabbing, causing death by poisoning means the killer can complete the murder even without being present.
It's worth noting that this young boy was the victim's bedmate.
It would be too easy for him to poison the victim - he could simply put the poison in water or food, and the victim would die whenever they unknowingly consumed the poisoned food or drink.
The brilliance of this method is that the killer could fabricate a perfect alibi.
Realizing this, Han Fei assigned Xu Mo a task.
"Xu Mo, take a team to the victim's home, collect all the remnants of everything she ate and drank, and bring them back for testing to see if there are any traces of ricin."
If the poison was put in water or food, there would certainly be residue.
If they could find cups, utensils, or food packaging with poison residue, they could use those items to test suspicious individuals.
Whoever reacts most strongly to seeing the items with poison residue is the killer!
Xu Mo nodded and left with his assignment.
Next, Han Fei gave the forensic expert a knowing look.
Then he deliberately raised his voice slightly to ensure his words would reach the boy's ears.
At this moment, Han Fei's face was full of 'surprise'.
"The cause of death was the flu? Are you sure? So the victim died accidentally?"
As he said this, Han Fei also observed the boy out of the corner of his eye.
Hoping to see something in his expression.
Having worked with Han Fei for many years, how could the forensic expert not understand the meaning of Han Fei's look just now, and immediately began to play along with Han Fei's act.
"I've checked carefully, and the victim's cause of death was indeed the flu. I don't think this is a murder case, just an accidental death."
The forensic expert cooperated with Han Fei in this little performance.
But soon, both were disappointed.
Because upon hearing these words, the boy's face showed no strange expression.
Is the killer not him? Or is he hiding it so well that I couldn't notice? Han Fei thought to himself.
"Alright, I got it. You can go now," Han Fei handed the autopsy report back to the forensic expert, then walked over to the young boy sitting at Xu Mo's desk.
He prepared to continue probing: "The forensic expert made a mistake in their initial judgment at the scene. They originally thought it was homicide, but after the autopsy, they found that the victim died from the flu. Guan Yiliu died of natural causes, and natural deaths aren't our jurisdiction. You're free to go now."
"Huh?" The boy was momentarily confused: "Accidental death? Can they really make such a mistake in judgment..."
His tone, expression, and everything else were too normal.
Han Fei couldn't detect any sense of relief in his behavior.
It seemed as if the police believing Guan Yiliu died accidentally didn't cause any ripples in his mind.
Either he was able to conceal his emotions so well that even Han Fei couldn't detect them.
Or, he wasn't the killer, the real culprit was someone else, and Han Fei had suspected the wrong person.
"Are you going back to school today? If so, I can have someone take you back," Han Fei said to him. "Sorry for wasting your time due to our mistake. Let me arrange for someone to take you back."
"That's not necessary, I can just take a taxi back myself," the boy responded.
Han Fei, however, insisted on having a police officer take him back.
"It's no trouble, I'll have someone take you back. It's the same thing, and you won't have to spend money on a taxi. Wait a moment, I'll find someone to take you."
With that, Han Fei left.
He found Wang Dachuan.
"Take that young boy back to school, and while you're at it, check where he was yesterday, his recent spending records, and whether he's borrowed the school lab to make anything. Be discreet about it."
"Got it, I'll make sure to complete the mission!" Wang Dachuan nodded with a smile.
Although the boy's behavior seemed entirely normal.
Han Fei still decided to investigate him.
If he hadn't purchased any castor beans recently, and hadn't been in and out of the school lab.
Then they could basically rule him out as the killer.
After all, ricin, being such a potent toxin, certainly can't be bought directly, and probably no one would dare to sell such a poison.
To obtain ricin, one would have to buy castor beans and use a school lab to extract the toxin themselves.
...
Meanwhile.
At New River Bay.
Xu Mo led several police officers back to the residential complex.
Ready to complete the task Han Fei had assigned him.
Because he had been blocked by fans at his door that morning, Xu Mo hadn't driven his own car to the police station, but had taken a police car instead.
His car was still parked at home.
For this mission, he was also driving a police car.
The community's access control system couldn't recognize the police car's license plate and wouldn't open the gate automatically. They needed to get out of the car and talk to the security guards to have them open the gate.
While talking to the security guards to have them open the gate, Xu Mo inadvertently overheard a conversation between two guards.
"Where's Xiao Li? Haven't seen him today, did he take a day off?"
"He didn't take a day off, he resigned. He came early this morning to quit. You came late so you didn't see him."
"Oh, I see. I was wondering why I hadn't seen him all day. Why did he quit?"
"Who knows, but he left in quite a hurry, didn't even take the wages he was owed."
"Isn't that crazy? He worked for less than half a month and then quit, without even taking his wages? Sigh... young people these days!"
"..."
There were originally three security guards at the gate, now only two remained.
Xu Mo didn't have much impression of the two remaining guards.
However, he had a very deep impression of the guard who had resigned and left.
Because that guard had a very distinctive appearance, with a very large nose. With such a prominent facial feature, it would be hard for Xu Mo not to remember him.
However, Xu Mo didn't pay much attention to this matter. Leaving a job because you're not happy with it is too common.
Without thinking much about it, after the security guard used the remote control to raise the barrier, Xu Mo immediately drove the car into the community, heading straight for the villa where the victim had been found.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!