The police arrived quickly, and Zhuo Qiang went to help them take statements, detailing the explosion. He glanced at Mu Zishan, who was packing his belongings, and said, "I finally got out for some fresh air, but I didn't expect something like this to happen. My wife and I even invited Officer Shan to visit us in the suburbs, but we didn't expect anything like this to happen either."
Shan Cong also explained the details to them and asked them to take the things they had just found in the swimming pool back for inspection. In order to prevent the police from investigating Zhuo Qiang and Mu Zishan too much, he found an excuse and drove them back.
"Could that text message have been sent by that mysterious hacker?" Shan Cong asked.
"It seems he knows more than us now," she said.
Shan Cong frowned. There was really nothing he could do about this woman who loved to save face.
This was the second explosion Zhuo Qiang had experienced, and he was still a little overwhelmed. He just held her hand. He had never known her like this before, and he hadn't expected her to be so calm. After this, he really had to think about how to protect Mu Zishan's safety.
Shan Cong saw Zhuo Qiang behind him so nervous and patted the steering wheel. "Um, Zishan, I heard that you didn't go to school when you were in England. Is that because you traveled to many countries?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"Do explosions like this happen often?"
"Not a few." She was very calm.
Zhuo Qiang's hands were already sweating. It was the first time he saw her. She was such a petite girl, and even Lu Yang might not know what she had been through.
Shan Cong's face was full of admiration.
The results of the investigation came out very quickly. The metal sheet that was salvaged from the swimming pool contained a very strong anesthetic. Once this drug mixed with the water and entered the human body, the person in the water would gradually lose consciousness as if they were asleep, and then slowly die.
That layer of metal is made of special material and can only be stored at a temperature below 25 degrees. If the temperature is higher than this, the thin sheet will melt and eventually release the anesthetic.
The police found more than a dozen metal sheets like this in the swimming pool, some of which had melted and some had not yet melted.
The cause of the newlyweds' death is now known, but the murderer is still under investigation.
Mu Zishan has been to several hardware stores. Such metal materials are generally very difficult to buy on the market, but if it is a company that develops metal products or a laboratory, it is relatively easy to obtain such products.
A physical materials laboratory? This reminded her of someone the agent had introduced her to. He was a retired lab technician who had once lived in that house with his wife. However, because the house was haunted, his wife, who had a habit of waking up at night, was frightened and developed Alzheimer's disease, and later died tragically.
Shan Cong obtained the information of the elderly couple. They had immigrated to Canada after being diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, and their only son stayed in China to develop.
The two men arrived at their son's residence. According to his description, the two elderly people had also stayed in the house for a month. However, the terrifying incident occurred on the last day, which puzzled the son the most. If the house was truly haunted, why didn't it come out to scare people the day they moved in, but wait until a month had passed?
After the two people came out of his house, they looked at each other. Shan Cong originally thought that they might be suspects, but he didn't expect that they were also victims.
The two got in the car and received another inexplicable text message: You lost.
Shan Cong quickly turned around, went upstairs, broke into the house, and found that the man was dead.
Mu Zishan checked the man's room, study, and the tightly locked room, and found information about metal materials, including a small amount of anesthetic drugs.
On the table in the study was a photo of him and a woman. The person in the photo was younger and more energetic than him.
"This is the new wife. It turns out she was his ex-girlfriend." Shan Cong took a look and said, "It seems that this is why she couldn't marry him."
This was a planned murder plan, and his parents were just an excuse. He used a month to monitor the house and wait for the newlyweds to move in.
It was his jealousy that killed the young couple and also killed himself.
Two people sat on a bench downstairs.
Shan Cong had learned to numb his nerves with cigarettes. After experiencing so many cases like this, he began to doubt himself. Especially when he encountered people like the ones who sent the messages, his life became extremely fragile.
"Is there anything else?" Mu Zishan said.
"Well!" Shan Cong gave her a cigarette, "Zhuo Qiang didn't know you could smoke, did he?"
"It's been a long time since I've played here."
The two men sat for a while longer, waiting for the people above to finish their work. Then they came down and greeted Shan Cong, "Officer Shan, are you leaving yet?"
"Well, you guys go back and sort out the information first."
"Congratulations, Officer Shan, you've solved another case."
"screw you."
He put out the last of his cigarette and said, "Let's go. I'll take you home, or your husband won't call again."
She stood up and stretched. "You should take care of yourself," she said, waving her hand with her back to him. "I'll take a taxi back by myself."
He smiled from behind. This woman was just like that, confused, sometimes sad, sometimes carefree. He took the test equipment from a passing colleague and said, "Let me help you!"
"Thanks, Mr. Shan," the other person said, "I still have one item up there that I haven't taken yet."
"Go get it, and leave work early."
He had been a police officer for a while, and had grown a lot from a clueless clerk to a police officer. But he knew he still had a lot to learn. Not only did he have to solve cases, but he also had to ensure the safety of people's lives and property.
It is easier said than done.
As the police car returned, he saw Mu Zishan sitting alone by the Willow River in a daze, so he sent a message to Zhuo Qiang.
Soon, Zhuo Qiang sat beside her, watching the wild ducks playing in the river with her, and let her lean on his arms: "Shan Cong said the case is solved."
"Um."
"Then why are you sitting here alone?"
“The scenery here is nice.”
"That's really good." He took out a special ring from his pocket and put it on his ring finger. "This ring has a positioning system, so no matter where you go, I will be able to find you."
She stretched out her finger and looked at it: "Want to monitor me?"
"For your safety," he said.
"Then I'll wear it for you," she lowered her hand, wrapped her arms around his waist, and sniffed his scent, "The sirloin steak we had for lunch!"
"Is it that obvious?" He smelled it himself and there was nothing special about it.
"I have a very sensitive nose." She smiled.
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