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Chapter 447 - 400 Perfect Crime (Thanks for the reward, seeking monthly passes!)

Chapter 447: 400 Perfect Crime (Thanks for the reward, seeking monthly passes!)

Provincial Security Department.

An all-day case discussion seminar, drawing together elite members from across the province, began in the morning and lasted a full five hours, ending at two in the afternoon.

The meeting comprehensively collated the clues and intelligence gathered over the past week, among which the most critical was the identification of the waiter strapped with the bomb.

Yu Wenjie.

Twenty-nine years old.

He had international education experience at Columbia University.

After completing his studies, he returned to his home country and joined a foreign enterprise, where he led a smooth and successful life, with generous pay and no worries for food and clothing. According to colleagues and friends, he was gentle-natured, never having been in conflict with anyone, and was not yet married. Before the explosion, he was considered a quality young man.

The foreign company he worked for and Jin Hai had no business conflicts or disputes.

As for personal grudges, that was even more impossible.

The two parties had no interactions whatsoever.

Although his body was blasted to smithereens, leaving not a single intact limb, and Yu Wenjie, with his high education, was highly anti-surveillance conscious and deliberately avoided hotel cameras, a slip is bound to occur where secrets are concerned.

United in purpose, the vast police force, working tirelessly day and night regardless of the immense workload, retrieved all the surveillance footage from the hotel and surrounding streets from the two days before the incident. Through painstaking scrutiny, they finally noticed slight traces and were able to successfully pinpoint him.

Stable career.

Bright future.

At a glance, he did not look like someone who would carry out a suicide attack.

Typically, only those pushed to utter despair with nowhere to turn would commit such an irrational and frenzied act.

"A Columbia University-educated person making bombs, that could be an explanation," someone said.

The large conference room was now nearly empty, with only a few people left eating box lunches.

The meeting had gone on for five hours straight, leaving no time for lunch.

"The bomb might have been made by him, but I don’t believe he did so just to retaliate against society."

Shi Qianxi was also here, having attended the entire meeting, and even Jiang Chen accompanied her to sit in on it.

Aside from the two of them, the only others left in the conference room were the detective known as the Sherlock Holmes of the East, Qu Lei, and Young Master Ye Tingxuan.

These influential figures were currently eating box lunches worth only a dozen or so yuan.

"It’s getting more interesting now. Fairness Sect, tsk tsk, who would have thought this kid was also a member of a cult."

Indeed.

Beyond his time at Columbia University, Yu Wenjie was found to have had close ties to a sect known as the Fairness Sect during his overseas studies.

Abroad, a variety of sects flourish, which is not unusual, but within the country, this sanctimoniously named organization had long been labeled a cult.

"The cult is likely just a guise, with someone intentionally trying to steer us in that direction."

Qu Lei spoke up.

Ye Tingxuan looked at him, frowning slightly, "Detective, if that’s the case, it doesn’t seem quite right. Yu’s studies abroad were several years ago. Could someone have been planning all this years in advance?"

Shi Qianxi and Jiang Chen both turned their attention to him.

"That’s not what I mean," Qu Lei said calmly. "It’s like how every family keeps an umbrella at hand. No one knows when it might rain, but having that umbrella prepared in advance always comes in useful eventually."

"So, according to Mr. Qu, behind Yu Wenjie, there may not be just an individual, but rather a vast organization."

Qu Lei and Jiang Chen exchanged looks.

"Correct, I now suspect that this attack may not have been aimed solely at Chairman Shi personally and might not be due to personal animosity."

Shi Qianxi zoned out, somewhat perplexed.

"No wonder we haven’t found a suspect yet. Could it be indiscriminate crime?"

Ye Tingxuan pondered aloud.

"It’s not indiscriminate crime. The murderer’s target is Chairman Shi, which we can confirm."

"What are you guys talking about? I can’t follow."

Shi Qianxi could not help but interject.

"What Mr. Qu and Young Master Ye mean is that the murderer’s actions were premeditated, and so was the method used. The difference from indiscriminate crime is that while the latter targets random victims with the purpose of creating panic and retaliating against society, Yu Wenjie also had a specific target in mind. What’s similar is that he may have had no dispute with Chairman Shi."

"No conflict means it’s hard to deduce motive through normal logic. We have to dig for clues from Yu Wenjie himself, but now he’s dead."

Jiang Chen clarified.

"Mr. Jiang is correct."

Approval flickered in Qu Lei’s eyes.

"So, cases like this where the perpetrator dies can, to some extent, also be considered a type of perfect crime."

"There’s not even a complete corpse left—what kind of perfect crime is that?"

Ye Tingxuan remarked sardonically, then curiously asked, "Detective, with so many cases under your belt, have you ever witnessed a true perfect crime? I mean the kind where the murderer is completely undetectable."

"Not being able to find the murderer doesn’t define a perfect crime. A true perfect crime is when you know who the murderer is but can’t convict him."

Without any pretense of enigma, Qu Lei promptly replied, "I’ve actually encountered such a case."

He then began to tell his story.

"Mar was an ordinary businessman. The police found a diary in his house. From that diary, they learned that he harboured deep hatred for his wife. He analyzed every detail of various methods of murder; some ideas were absurd, others cruel, one nearly perfect. However, Mar soon realized that the greatest danger for a criminal isn’t how to commit the murder, but the eventual risk of the crime unraveling. The saying goes that corpses can speak—bloodstain patterns can distinguish between homicide and suicide, and every crime scene has its traces, no mystery is unsolvable."

"So his conclusion was that the real perfect crime isn’t the one that goes unsolved but rather the case where a scapegoat ends up taking the blame. In the end, his wife discovered his diary. Not only did Mar fail to kill her, she ended up killing him instead. The neighbors also confirmed that Mar frequently abused his wife at home. Later, the court ruled it was self-defense and acquitted his wife."

"How does that qualify as a perfect crime?"

Ye Tingxuan was utterly baffled.

Qu Lei said calmly, "Because that diary was forged by his wife."

"..."

Ye Tingxuan fell silent in an instant.

Shi Qianxi, who was also drawn into the conversation, snapped back to reality and said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Mr. Qu, what we are discussing right now is my father’s case, not some perfect crime."

"Now that we’ve established Yu Wenjie didn’t commit indiscriminate crimes, the problem becomes simple," Qu Lei continued.

Simple?

All the police experts just now were at their wits’ end.

"Yu Wenjie isn’t from Huainan, and his workplace isn’t here either, but according to his itinerary, he arrived in Huainan on the morning of May 20th," Shi Qianxi said, frowning.

"And then?"

"Director Shi arrived in Huainan at the same time, almost simultaneously with Director Shi," Jiang Chen spoke up.

Shi Qianxi turned her head but still didn’t grasp what was meant.

"Then, Yu Wenjie went to Kai Mao Hotel for reconnaissance. That’s the so-called site survey work." Qu Lei said, "And at that time, Director Shi was inspecting several mining areas under the auspices of Huainan Energy."

Ye Tingxuan’s expression flickered as if he was on the verge of understanding something, yet missing a crucial piece.

"What does that mean?"

Shi Qianxi fully embraced the glorious tradition of asking when not understanding.

Qu Lei didn’t answer but turned to look at Jiang Chen sitting beside Shi Qianxi.

"Very few people know the exact time of Director Shi’s arrival in Huainan, and after arriving, he went directly to inspect the mining areas. Yet Yu Wenjie went to Kai Mao Hotel for reconnaissance, as if he knew Director Shi would definitely stay there."

The unspoken implication struck like thunder.

As Jiang Chen finished speaking, Ye Tingxuan slammed his hand on the table.

"Right! How did he know?"

Shi Qianxi was startled, too absorbed in the revelation to tangle with Ye Tingxuan any further.

"This means someone must have told him. But even I didn’t know my dad’s whereabouts..."

Mid-sentence, Shi Qianxi’s pupils dilated; she suddenly stopped, murmuring to herself in disbelief, "Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

"I have questioned Director Meng Jiye, and he personally confirmed that he arranged the hotel accommodations," Qu Lei said stoically.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Ye Tingxuan’s eyes shimmered, his expression turning quite peculiar for a moment.

After all the twists and turns, it turned out there was an insider problem.

Indeed, it’s an eternal truth that internal threats are hardest to guard against.

Internal power struggles within the Jin Hai company weren’t anything new; almost everyone was keenly aware of them.

Shi Zhenhua’s rise from the ashes meant that his once arrogant brother-in-law had fallen to a position of dependence, and he surely harbored resentment for a long time. To seize the opportunity for a deadly strike wasn’t incomprehensible.

Yet what puzzled Ye Tingxuan was that given such audacity, the Meng Family should not have been on the decline.

"If you suspected my uncle, why didn’t you say it earlier?!" Shi Qianxi’s demeanor changed drastically as she glared coldly at Qu Lei.

Qu Lei remained silent.

"Calm down," Jiang Chen said, holding her shoulder with succinct clarity, "With so many people around earlier, could you be sure that Mr. Qu mentioning it would have kept it a secret?"

Shi Qianxi clenched her hands.

Indeed.

If it turned out to be an inside job, it would be a huge scandal for Jin Hai, a blow equal to another explosion.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Qu, I was somewhat out of line," Shi Qianxi said, regaining control of her turbulent emotions.

"It’s okay. I can understand Miss Shi’s feelings," Qu Lei said nonchalantly, "Please also try not to worry too much. I didn’t mention it just now because it was only a suspicion on my part. Currently, I have no evidence to directly associate Mr. Meng with this matter. Further investigation is needed."

Shi Qianxi forced a smile, "Thank you for your efforts, Mr. Qu."

"It’s what I should do."

Jiang Chen noticed the hand under the table, her fingernails almost digging into her palm.

If Qu Lei’s speculation turned out to be true, it would add insult to injury—a double blow. Even if this lady were usually tough, she might not be able to withstand it.