In the subsequent surveillance footage, Li Yuanliang was seen leaving the residential complex carrying an empty paper shopping bag.
The footage after that didn't contain any crucial information.
Xu Mo decided not to continue watching.
After copying this segment of the surveillance video and thanking the two security guards, he left the security office.
He walked back to Guan Yiliu's villa.
Having watched the surveillance footage that Li Yuanliang had replaced, Xu Mo now had a good idea that Li Yuanliang must have poisoned Guan Yiliu through either the cake or the roses, or possibly both.
Now that the tampered surveillance footage had been restored and copied, the next step was to take the cake and roses back to the police station for analysis.
The video footage, along with the poisoned cake or roses, would be enough to convict Li Yuanliang.
Inside the villa, police officers were still collecting all potentially poisoned items.
When Xu Mo returned, he immediately told them to stop.
"No need to keep searching. I know where Li Yuanliang planted the poison," he said.
The officers paused and looked at Xu Mo. "Where?"
"The cake or the roses... They're both right here," Xu Mo replied.
The unopened cake was on the table in the living room.
Since the cake hadn't been opened at all, the officers had simply ignored it.
After all, Guan Yiliu hadn't even unwrapped the cake, let alone eaten it, so they assumed it couldn't be poisoned.
As for the roses, they were in a hydroponic vase.
The vase was made of glass, containing only that single rose.
This rose must have been carefully selected by Li Yuanliang... because Xu Mo could clearly see through the glass vase that the rose stem had many sharp thorns.
Handling such a rose carelessly could easily prick one's hand.
Xu Mo guessed that Li Yuanliang had likely applied ricin directly to the thorns.
"Just take the cake and this vase away. Leave the rest," Xu Mo instructed, pointing at the unopened cake on the table and the vase.
He also added a warning: "Be careful, don't touch the water in the vase. It's poisonous."
With ricin on the rose thorns, the water in the vase would certainly be contaminated with the toxin.
If the poisoned water splashed onto someone's hand and they happened to have a small cut, it could be fatal...
With the copied surveillance video, cake, and vase in hand, the team left the villa to return to the police station.
...
Meanwhile, with the help of Skynet, Han Fei and his team had tracked down Li Yuanliang's whereabouts.
They finally found him in a rented apartment.
Showing his police badge, Han Fei said to Li Yuanliang, "Li Yuanliang, right? We're the police. We suspect you of attempted murder. Please come with us."
Upon hearing this, a flash of panic crossed Li Yuanliang's face, but he nodded.
"Alright, let me put on my shoes first."
Since he was at home, Li Yuanliang was wearing slippers at the time.
Without waiting for Han Fei's approval, he bent down to grab a pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet by the door.
Seeing that he wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, just calmly changing his shoes, Han Fei didn't stop him.
However, the moment Li Yuanliang finished putting on his shoes, he suddenly stood up, grabbed the slippers he had just taken off, and flung them at the faces of the officers standing at the door.
The distance was too close and the slippers came too fast for the officers to dodge. They took the hit square in the face, feeling a stinging pain.
Li Yuanliang immediately turned and ran towards the window inside the apartment.
The doorway was already blocked by a group of officers, so naturally, Li Yuanliang wouldn't choose to confront them head-on unless he had lost his mind.
At that moment, the window was his best escape route!
As he approached the window, Li Yuanliang crossed his arms in front of him and charged straight at it.
He was imitating the classic Hollywood movie scene - escaping through a broken window!
In movies, whether good guys or villains, when cornered, they always escape like this.
It looks cool and works well!
This was the second floor, so jumping wouldn't be fatal, at worst causing some injuries. With the right landing technique, he might not even get hurt at all.
Moreover, doing this gave him a good chance of shaking off the officers behind him.
After all, he was desperate, while the officers weren't. He dared to jump out the window, but the officers might not.
Li Yuanliang figured the officers would choose to use the stairs to get to the first floor and then chase him, rather than jumping out the window like him.
By that time, he thought, he should be long gone!
Ha, stupid cops... you're not so tough after all!
The next second, Li Yuanliang's crossed arms collided solidly with the glass.
However... the scene Li Yuanliang had imagined - the glass shattering, him jumping out the window and successfully escaping the officers - didn't happen.
With a dull 'thud', the glass he had struck... didn't break!
Not only did it not break, it remained completely intact, without even a single crack. The quality was impressively good.
Li Yuanliang, on the other hand, was pushed back two steps by the enormous recoil. Losing his balance, he fell backward onto the floor.
This glass was way too hard!
Li Yuanliang's arms were aching from the impact.
Due to the momentum, his head had also hit the glass, leaving him with a buzzing sensation in his skull.
"Those damn movies are all lies! Isn't this misleading?" Li Yuanliang cursed inwardly, feeling utterly dejected.
It was all over now...
There was no escape!
...
Just moments ago, after being hit by Li Yuanliang's slippers, the officers realized something was amiss.
This guy was trying to run!
They immediately prepared to chase after him and pin him down to prevent his escape.
However, after just a couple of steps, they witnessed Li Yuanliang's failed attempt to break through the window, ending with him being knocked to the ground.
The scene left them dumbfounded.
The previously tense and serious atmosphere of the arrest suddenly turned jovial...
The officers with a lower threshold for humor even burst out laughing like pigs.
They were professionally trained and didn't laugh easily, unless they really couldn't help it...
Was this guy some kind of clown sent by monkeys?
Chen Ke, suppressing his laughter, walked over to Li Yuanliang, took out the handcuffs he had prepared in advance, and cuffed Li Yuanliang's hands behind his back.
"Watched too many Hollywood blockbusters? Thought you could smash through the window and jump down? With those scrawny arms and legs... Did you think you were Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson or Jason Statham?"
Li Yuanliang: "..."
Hearing this, his expression looked worse than if he had swallowed a fly.
How the hell was he supposed to know the window would be that strong?!
If he had known, he wouldn't have done something so stupid.
Damn it, he almost gave himself a concussion and still couldn't break the window.
Who the hell made this glass?
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