“That’s absolute prejudice.” Xu Xiaolin turned her head back to her original position and continued to admire the night view outside the window.
"What other clues do you have? Can't you trust that the police can solve the case?" The romantic atmosphere was shattered by Wang Shen's sudden question.
"Do you really have to bring this up now?" Xu Xiaolin's tone revealed her low spirits. "Three years ago, I trusted you all once. Unfortunately, it was truly disappointing." There wasn't a trace of joy or sorrow in her voice. "However, life is perhaps inherently full of disappointments; you'll encounter many disappointing people."
"Why are you so pessimistic? I don't know what has happened to you in the past few years. But the Xu Xiaolin I remember should be an optimistic person."
"Yeah, maybe so." Wang Shen didn't notice a tear rolling down Xu Xiaolin's cheek. Xu Xiaolin quickly wiped the tear away with her hand.
“So, hand this case over to us.” After saying that, Wang Shen glanced at Xu Xiaolin slightly. Unfortunately, Xu Xiaolin kept looking out the window. All Wang Shen saw was a blurry glimpse of the back of her head.
The car finally merged back into the traffic, becoming a glimmer of light in the city's neon-lit skyline.
For the past few days, Wang Shen had been analyzing the jacket and shoes he obtained from the garbage collector. The jacket was a trendy style, the kind of shoe a middle-aged or young man would choose. The shoes were casual business-style loafers, size 41. Judging from these items, the owner should be a man around thirty years old, or even younger. Besides that, because so much time had passed, no other valuable clues had been left on the clothing. Wang Shen went through Han Mo's criminal record again, and the bloodstains on the windowsill were confirmed to belong to Han Mo. Wang Shen stared at the relevant documents and materials every day, completely stumped. His superiors and colleagues all convinced him that this was just an ordinary suicide case. After all, cases of suicide due to mental illness were rampant in this society. However, as the investigation deepened, a voice in Wang Shen's head kept telling him that there must be a conspiracy behind Han Mo's case. But where was the breakthrough? Wang Shen tapped his head and suddenly thought of someone. Yes, it was the psychologist, Song Mu.
Wang Shen still remembered the location of Song Mu's counseling room. He grabbed his coat and immediately drove to Song Mu's counseling room.
Today, finally, the long-awaited sunshine returned. Wang Shen opened the window, enjoying the warmth and vitality it brought. Song Mu's counseling room wasn't far from the police station; Wang Shen drove for about ten minutes and arrived near the room. He found a parking space, parked his car, and walked to his destination. As he turned a corner and was about to cross the intersection, he discovered that traffic was completely paralyzed. A large crowd had gathered, the noise and sirens mingling together in a chaotic scene. Just as Wang Shen was about to investigate, police sirens sounded in the distance. A police car pulled up on the outskirts of the crowd, and several officers jumped out.
"Make way, make way, make way!" the lead policeman shouted, urging the crowd to clear a path. Two other policemen immediately set up a cordon, keeping the crowd outside. A short while later, an ambulance arrived with its siren blaring. A doctor rushed out, followed by several people carrying a stretcher. The doctor hurried to the lead policeman, knelt down, and took out some medical equipment.
Wang Shen approached the crowd and vaguely saw a person lying on the ground. Wang Shen guessed that there had been a traffic accident. Beside the person lying on the ground, besides the leading police officer and the paramedics, there was a pale-faced man squatting to the side. Not far away, there was a medium-sized truck parked. The words "Wuxianda Transportation Company" were written in large characters on the side of the truck.
Wang Shen squeezed his way into the crowd and saw the doctor take measurements and make an assessment before shaking his head at the police officer beside him. The victim was probably beyond saving. Wang Shen glanced at the deceased, then turned to leave the scene. But as soon as he turned, he abruptly turned back, pushed through the crowd, and walked into the police cordon.
"What are you doing! Get out!" Two young policemen standing next to the cordon shouted angrily at Wang Shen when they saw him cross the line.
The lead officer heard the sound behind him, frowned, and walked towards the police line. "Hey! Captain Wang, what are you doing here?" The lead officer saw Wang Shen, waved to the two officers beside him, and greeted Wang Shen familiarly.
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