This is Murder

"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.