"Should we... ask Captain Xu?"
Everyone knew Wang Dachuan's level.
His words couldn't be taken as a reliable reference.
When it came to forensic expertise, the officers' first thought was Xu Mo.
In their eyes, even the professional level of the police coroner couldn't match Xu Mo's.
After exchanging glances, they quickly agreed.
"Let's ask Captain Xu."
With that, Chen Ke took out his phone and snapped a photo of the crime scene, sending it to Xu Mo.
Seeing this, the Middle-aged Woman beside them flashed a look of confusion: "Officer, is there a problem?"
Chen Ke glanced at her and then shook his head.
"Nothing much. It's standard procedure to photograph the scene of a homicide."
Before determining whether the victim had committed suicide or been murdered, the details of the case couldn't be disclosed to outsiders, not even the person who reported it.
After hearing Chen Ke's explanation, the Middle-aged Woman was relieved. It was indeed shown like that in TV dramas—when the police arrived at a homicide scene, they would usually take photos of the scene.
Meanwhile.
At the police station.
In Xu Mo's new office.
"What did that person come to see you for earlier? I saw you two signing something. Was it another confidentiality agreement? Why didn't he make me sign it?" Han Fei asked, puzzled.
He had been present yesterday, so if a confidentiality agreement needed to be signed, he should have been included.
Hearing this, Xu Mo took out the recently signed contract and handed it to Han Fei to take a look: "It's not a confidentiality agreement."
"A stock transfer contract?" After glancing at the contract Xu Mo handed over, Han Fei was momentarily stunned.
But soon, as if seeing something incredible, he looked astonished, his eyes wide, first at the contract in Xu Mo's hand, then back at Xu Mo.
Wow... Xu Mo had just signed a stock transfer contract with PetroChina.
The other party had transferred one percent of the shares to Xu Mo for just one yuan.
Even though it was only one percent, it was enough to shock Han Fei.
This wasn't just any small company's one percent stake; it was one percent of PetroChina's shares!
Even just one percent of the shares would result in astronomical dividends every year.
"Damn..." Han Fei was filled with envy.
Why couldn't it have been him who found the aircraft carrier?
This was a lifetime of financial security!
No, not just a lifetime—his descendants would also be set for life. Even if he did nothing but lie around all day, the dividends would keep him comfortable.
Just then, Xu Mo's phone vibrated a few times.
Chen Ke had sent him several photos along with a message.
After glancing at the photos Chen Ke had sent, Xu Mo's face showed a look of contemplation.
Han Fei, who was still staring at the stock transfer contract, didn't notice the change in Xu Mo's expression.
The next moment, Xu Mo spoke.
"Captain Han, the report we just received seems to have some peculiarities."
Xu Mo's words pulled Han Fei out of his state of shock. He reluctantly put down the contract and looked at Xu Mo: "What peculiarities?"
"It wasn't suicide; it was a premeditated murder."
"Huh?! Murder?"
"Yes, look..." Xu Mo placed his phone on the desk and pushed it toward Han Fei: "The color of the victim's blood is off, and the livor mortis on the body is also wrong, both appearing cherry red. Also, the victim was tightly gripping the fruit knife used for 'suicide' after death, which is problematic. Normally, after death, the muscles relax and the hand would naturally let go. If it were suicide, the victim wouldn't be clutching the knife. Additionally, the wound was on an artery, so blood would gush out in large quantities, not drip naturally from the wrist..."
"He was killed and then had his wrist slit? Someone staged the scene of him committing suicide by slitting his wrist?" Han Fei summarized.
"Yes," Xu Mo nodded and added: "Cherry-red livor mortis only appears on people who died from carbon monoxide poisoning. This is because carbon monoxide combines with hemoglobin in the blood to form carboxyhemoglobin, which appears cherry red... The victim's real cause of death was carbon monoxide poisoning, not slitting his wrist."
With that, Xu Mo typed out the clues he had deduced from the photos Chen Ke sent and informed Chen Ke, who was at the crime scene.
"Interesting... let's go to the scene and take a look," Han Fei suggested, planning to go to the crime scene with Xu Mo.
Originally, they had thought it was just a simple suicide, but it turned out to be a murder case.
When it came to murder cases, Han Fei had to take it seriously.
The two immediately left the police station and drove straight to the crime scene.
Taying Community.
Chen Ke showed everyone Xu Mo's reply.
Sure enough, it wasn't suicide!
Wang Dachuan excitedly clenched his fist: "I told you! It seems all that time I spent studying wasn't wasted after all; it paid off!"
His judgment was correct. Although his findings couldn't compare to Xu Mo's in terms of detail, he had at least identified that the victim hadn't committed suicide and could provide corresponding evidence.
The others exchanged glances and then all looked at the woman in the room, the one who had discovered the body and reported it, the victim's mother.
The victim hadn't committed suicide; the suicide scene had been staged.
When they first arrived, they had noticed the door. There were no signs of the lock being tampered with, and the windows were tightly closed. Naturally, the woman had become the focus of their suspicion.
Only she had the means to commit the crime.
She was the prime suspect.
Realizing that the officers were all staring at her, the woman's expression changed slightly.
"What, what is it, officers?"
"You came back and immediately found your son dead on the sofa?" Chen Ke asked.
"Yes..." the woman nodded, looking somewhat flustered: "I already said, I just came back and found him like that, and then I called the police."
"You're lying!" Chen Ke exclaimed loudly.
The woman's flustered demeanor made him even more suspicious of her.
As a police officer, judging whether a suspect was lying based on their expressions was a required skill.
The woman was clearly lying.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
