After Shen Jinmo was taken away, Lu Zhiwei sat back down and picked up the photo captured by the surveillance camera to take a closer look.

Based on the silhouette captured by surveillance footage and the afterimage reflected in the mirror, it can be determined that the person she drew is definitely correct.

That figure from behind must be Shen Jinmo.

At 7:30, Chen Jinmo had already pinned her down in front of the French windows and was passionately kissing her to release his desire.

There's no time to see another person.

A person cannot have a clone unless he has a twin brother.

But Shen Jinmo is impossible.

He was an only child with only one adopted sister who lived with the old lady in Cuizhu Garden.

So where exactly does the problem lie?

Yes.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck Lu Zhiwei.

Clutching the photo, she ran out and caught up with Captain Liu and Shen Jinmo: "Let him go, he's not the mastermind."

She stood there, panting, her beautiful eyes shining like stars.

Shen Jinmo turned around, his icy gaze fixed on Lu Zhiwei's face.

A strange emotion spread through my heart, like a glacier melting away.

Captain Liu frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The murderer is someone else." Lu Zhiwei brought paper and pen with her when she rushed out.

There were no tables in the hallway, and time was of the essence.

She pressed the paper against the wall and started drawing directly with a pencil.

No matter how difficult the circumstances, they had no effect on her whatsoever.

She stood there gracefully, the pencil in her hand making a swishing sound.

A short while later, a completely new face appeared before everyone.

This person's bone structure is somewhat similar to Shen Jinmo's, but their appearance is quite different.

"This person is...the murderer?"

“Yes, he had plastic surgery. He got a face exactly like Shen Jinmo's. Take this photo to the best plastic surgery hospital for a checkup. You're sure to find something.” Lu Zhiwei handed the portrait to Captain Liu.

Team Leader Liu nodded and ordered his men to handle the matter immediately.

After handing in the painting, Lu Zhiwei felt somewhat uneasy.

The best plastic surgery hospital in Yunzhou is owned by the Lu family. This premeditated suicide case involves many people, but it seems to be aimed at Shen Jinmo, so that he will be forever trapped in the mire and unable to get out.

Just how many people has Shen Jinmo offended?

The car accident three years ago, and this suicide attempt—both were aimed at him.

As I walked out of the police station.

Outside, the wind was gentle and the moon was bright, and the breeze even carried a hint of sweetness.

Shen Jinmo quietly followed behind her. The tension between them had vanished, and they seemed to have returned to the peace they had when they first got married.

Lin Jing parked the Maybach in front of the police station, got out of the car, and opened the door.

Before getting into the car, Shen Jingmo suddenly said to Lu Zhiwei with a smirk, "You're really going all out to keep your job."

Lu Zhiwei crossed her arms and shook her head dismissively: "You're right."

A job is of course more important than Shen Jinmo; he's nothing.

Shen Jinmo thought she would jump up and argue with him, but to his surprise, she didn't respond. Her brows furrowed slightly. "Since you were able to draw out who the real culprit was, and you just watched me being taken away, were you doing this on purpose?"

“Not everyone is as narrow-minded as Mr. Shen, with a heart the size of a grain of rice.” Lu Zhiwei gestured with her little fingernail, pointing to a small section of her nail.

Knowing that he couldn't have a proper conversation with her anymore, Shen Jinmo strode into the car, slammed the door shut, and ordered Lin Jing to drive.

Lin Jing glanced at Lu Zhiwei outside the car window: "President Shen, the young mistress came to take you home, but you brought her back and then abandoned her. That seems immoral."

"Then go down and keep her company?" Shen Jingmo vented all the anger she had suffered from Lu Zhiwei on Lin Jing.

A red Porsche was parked in front of the police station.

A handsome young man with short, tousled hair, wearing a denim jacket and ripped jeans, stepped out of the driver's seat. He had delicate features and captivating fox-like eyes.

"Weiwei, get in the car." Luo Wuyan opened his arms to welcome her.

Lu Zhiwei jumped for joy like a bird released from its cage and ran into Luo Wuyan's arms, "Thank you for coming to pick me up."

"Come on, let's go have some fun." Luo Wuyan took her hand and got into the sports car.

Lu Zhiwei swayed her graceful figure as she climbed into the sports car, without even glancing at Shen Jinmo.

Sitting in the car, Shen Jinmo's eyes instantly turned red with anger.

Has she forgotten that she's not divorced yet?

Did she actually like these frivolous, pretty-boy types?

Watching the Porsche roar away, Lin Jing sighed: "President Shen, saying thank you isn't that hard to say. Inviting your wife to get in the car and go home together isn't a heinous crime either."

Still seething with anger, Shen Jingmo was further fueled by the fire. He glared at Lin Jing and said, "Is this car totaled, or are your hands broken? You can't drive it anymore, huh?"

The Porsche had already driven far away, but he was still stuck in the same spot, feeling incredibly angry.

Lin Jing quickly started the car.

Sitting in the car, Shen Jingmo picked up her phone and sent Lu Zhiwei a message: "Let's have a serious talk."

He received no response to his message and then remembered that she had thrown her phone off the cliff and that her WeChat account and phone number had been changed long ago.

Even if he sends it, she won't receive it.

Yes, she won't receive it!

Shen Jinmo's deep eyes lit up, and he rapidly typed on his phone, frantically sending messages to the WeChat account that Lu Zhiwei could never log into again.

I don't know how many messages I sent.

——

Lu Zhiwei and Luo Wuyan danced and swayed in the noisy bar and disco, letting loose and having a great time.

The deafening singing and dazzling lights allowed people to temporarily forget their identities, constraints, and inner troubles.

"Wu Yan, you've managed the alliance very well these past few years, thank you," Lu Zhiwei said with a smile, whispering in Luo Wu Yan's ear.

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