Chapter 1182: Discovering the Suspicious Vehicle (2)

Chapter 1182: Chapter 604: Discovering the Suspicious Vehicle (2)

But once you graduate, in the first two years you’ll often think of that relationship.

Within five years you’ll occasionally think of it, within ten years you’ll basically stop thinking of it, and within fifteen years you’ll have completely forgotten it.

Don’t even talk about killing a few people for a woman—for most people, even when an ex-girlfriend comes to borrow some money, they might hesitate.

Ordinary feelings can’t reach that level, unless it’s that kind of love that’s etched into your bones.

Seeing Li Chuang’s reaction in front of him, that past relationship of his, despite so many years having gone by, was still etched into his bones.

At least from his eyes you could see it—he was extremely nostalgic.

More crucially, when he talked about punishing others, the expression on Li Chuang’s face was very subtle, and his fists were clenched tight.

What he said was very vague; he never specified what kind of punishment.

Was it just something said in anger? Or was he deliberately hiding some information?

In criminal interrogation science there’s a certain situation, called half-true half-false.

If the person sitting across from you tells you something where eighty percent of it is true.

For example, that he and Zhao Yan knew each other, fell in love, had deep feelings, and he even wanted to stand up for her.

But he mixes in that remaining twenty percent of lies, and that false part is the criminal behavior, yet he makes it sound completely real to you.

It’s like you go to eat a bowl of beef noodles, there are six chunks of “beef” in the bowl; only four are real beef, and the other two are tendon meat cut from a pig’s leg—looking at the color and texture, they’re basically the same.

The only difference is that beef fibers are a bit coarser, while pork fibers are a bit finer.

Thinking of this, Jiang An suddenly frowned.

He didn’t know why, but he kept feeling that Li Chuang in front of him seemed to be hiding something.

Although Jiang An didn’t rely on a sixth sense to solve cases, and the work of a criminal officer didn’t allow him to rely on a sixth sense to solve cases.

Yet he didn’t know why, this person in front of him really did look a little problematic.

Why was it that back then he was the one who passed the message to the victim’s parents, saying their child had been murdered?

Then what was his source of information?

Was it really just that “feeling” he mentioned in the video?

Or did he see something, but it wasn’t convenient to say, and he wanted to use the police’s hand to get rid of someone?

Or was it that at first it was only a feeling, and later he gradually turned that sixth sense in his heart into concrete evidence?

At this thought, Jiang An felt even more that the man in front of him, Li Chuang, was far from simple.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng had already driven to the foot of an office building.

At the corner near the parking lot of the office building was their squad’s civilian-use car.

It was black, an ordinary Volkswagen, looking no different from a private car.

The reason the squad was equipped with this kind of car was mainly for undercover surveillance.

Only by making the vehicle look just like any other car on the street could it avoid drawing attention.

Pushing the door open and getting out, he hunched down, pulled open the back door, and quickly slid into the back seat.

Inside the car were four officers from the criminal unit squeezed together.

“How is it? Is Wang Shuai still inside?” Qin Feng asked in a low voice.

“He is.” Mr. Li jerked his chin toward the five-story building with its lights on across the street. “He’s a software guy at a computer company, working overtime on the fourth floor. We’ve been watching up to now; the lights haven’t gone off, and he hasn’t come out once.”

“Have you spotted anyone suspicious in the area?”

“Mr. Qin, we’ve been taking turns watching from every angle. We haven’t seen anyone loitering nearby, and haven’t found any signs of someone tailing him or casing the place.”

Qin Feng said nothing more and reached out to take the binoculars Mr. Liu passed over.

The lenses slowly swept across the street; everything looked so ordinary it couldn’t be more ordinary.

“Any vehicles around here that are staking out like we are?”

“We’ve been watching for that. The ones parked nearby are basically delivery trikes, food-delivery e-bikes, and ride-hail cars dropping off and picking up. Haven’t seen any other vehicles staying put for a long time.”

Hearing this, Qin Feng nodded and again raised the binoculars to scan the surroundings.

At this moment, the young officer Zhou, sitting in the innermost seat, couldn’t help speaking up: “Mr. Qin, I’m just going to say it straight… us staking out a live person like this—isn’t this a bit like seeing threats in every bush?”

He scratched his head, his tone full of puzzlement. “Wang Shuai’s living his life just fine, going to and from work like normal. How could something happen to him that easily?”

“Besides, with the rule of law so strict nowadays, who would still come out and kill someone in broad daylight?”

Hearing this, Qin Feng turned his head to glance at him, and said, “Let me tell you, if this guy ends up dead, you and I might both be taking off our uniforms.”

“Huh, it’s that serious?”

“Of course it’s that serious. You think I’m joking?” Qin Feng’s face was grave as he said in a low voice, “Those three bodies we found earlier—we can clearly determine they were killed by the same murderer.”

“The key point is, those three victims and Wang Shuai were all childhood buddies who played together.”

“Zhao Yan’s suicide was more than ten years ago. Back then the four of them were all living in the village. Now you tell me, is it possible he might be killed?”

“And once this Wang Shuai is killed, this turns into a major case with four deaths, something that’ll make national headlines.”

“If that happens, who’s going to bear the responsibility? And the key thing is, this person would have died right under our noses.”

“Now, do you still think watching and tailing Wang Shuai, protecting his safety, is a small matter?”

With those words, the officer who’d spoken just now instantly shut his mouth.

Not just him; the other officers in the car all showed expressions of surprise on their faces.

Turned out, they’d thought this was just a very simple stakeout task; now it seemed it was actually this serious.

If they weren’t careful, they’d end up gambling away their careers and their uniforms.

Hearing this, that officer sighed helplessly and said, “Man, if I’d known, I’d have gone with everyone to the community to do anti-fraud publicity. Didn’t think this would be even more troublesome than anti-fraud.”

At that, Qin Feng said with a smile, “But you don’t need to be discouraged. At any time, risk and reward are proportional.”

“If we can successfully crack this case, we all get credit.”

“If, while protecting the victim, we also nab the killer, that’s an even bigger achievement. I think it’s not impossible to get you a personal second-class merit.”

As soon as he said that, all the officers in the car instantly perked up as if injected with chicken blood.

“Mr. Qin! With that sentence from you, we suddenly feel this mission is infinitely glorious.”

Qin Feng turned his head and said, “Knock it off. In the end, you’re still just seeing a chance to earn merit.”

“Haha, Captain, you wouldn’t want the horse to run fast but not let it eat grass, right?”

A moment later, one of the officers in the car spoke up: “Mr. Qin, just now a furniture-delivery truck came by several times.”

“Delivering furniture in the daytime is one thing, but they deliver furniture at night too?”

At those words, Qin Feng immediately became alert. “Where’s the truck?”

“That furniture truck over there.” The officer beside him raised his hand and pointed in the eleven o’clock direction. “That white mini-truck.”

With just one glance, Qin Feng suddenly froze.

Because he recognized this little truck—the top of the vehicle had some red paint smeared on it.

In his memory, the mini-truck Li Chuang used to transport furniture had this exact feature on its roof.

Then he turned to the officer in the driver’s seat and said, “Drive over. I want to see its plate number.”

Five minutes later, they drove past the mini-truck; the license plate was a perfect match.

Weird.

What was he doing here?

Was it a haul for work?

But at this hour, would there still be business?

If he showed up here not because of a delivery job, what other reasons could there be?

Thinking of Li Chuang’s reactions in the interrogation room, and of Jiang An and Director Hou’s analysis and deductions, Qin Feng suddenly went blank for a moment.

In that instant, he suddenly felt that Li Chuang’s level of suspicion had shot up.

Right after that, he picked up the radio and said, “All units, pay attention to that truck with plate number Guang A33756…”

Hearing this, everyone straightened up as if given a shot of adrenaline, and looked around in all directions.

At this moment, that little truck once again drove out from the entrance of the office building….