Lin Qiupu was excited and said, “I'll be right back!”
He rushed back to the bureau. The task force had found several surveillance videos from the traffic management office which clearly captured a Rolls-Royce Phantom leaving an intersection close to the community.
The person shown in one of the photos was very close to the person described by Gan Ping. They believed this to be the mysterious visitor who appeared at the crime scene.
When Lin Qiupu saw the driver's face, he was surprised and remarked, “Where have I seen this person before? Ah! His name is Jia Xingyun!”
He glanced at his watch. “It's four o'clock. We should get there in time. Let's go and meet him!”
A group of people rushed to Jia Xingyun's company and presented their credentials at the front desk. The front desk called and asked for instructions as Jia Xingyun said over the phone, “Let them come up!”
Lin Qiupu went into the office alone. Jia Xingyun's office looked very simple at the first glance, but Lin Qiupu knew that just the price of the large writing desk carved from an entire African tree would have cost him up to six figures. That wasn’t including the ink paintings and the original copies of historical books on the shelves.
“...Let's meet to discuss further details...”
Jia Xingyun was talking on the phone and nodded towards Lin Qiupu as a signal for him to sit.
Lin Qiupu ignored it. Only standing can give the other party psychological pressure. He kept waiting for Jia Xingyun to hang up the phone, then said, “I didn’t think we’d meet again.”
“I thought it would be Mr. Chen who’d come.”
“What does this mean? You knew that a police officer would come to find you?”
Jia Xingyun smiled. “But Captain Lin came to visit in person. What an honor... Do you smoke?”
Lin Qiupu made a gesture of refusal and pressed, “I know you have a lot to do, so let's open the door and see the mountain. I am investigating a murder case. Please tell me your whereabouts on the evening of February 24th.”
Jia Xingyun grinned. “I went to the house of a gentleman named Zhou, which is what you would call a crime scene.”
His candid attitude surprised Lin Qiupu. He thought that the boy was really prepared.
Lin Qiupu continued, “Then, you should know what I want to ask!”
“I do. You want to ask me what I went there to do, right?”
“What did you do there?”
“It’s confidential!” Jia Xingyun let out a smile.
“Would you like me to remind you that soon after you left, Zhou was found dead at home. It is reasonable to say that you’re a prime suspect. What did you do and say there? I want you to tell me everything!”
“Died at home?!” Jia Xingyun's original calm face suddenly panicked. “The body was at home?”
Lin Qiupu secretly wondered what that reaction was all about.Didn't he just call it a “crime scene” clearly? What is he playing at?
Lin Qiupu leaned on the edge of the table with bo
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