Sure enough, a few days later, the police held a press conference and announced that the killer had turned himself in. He was a Yakuza member. According to his statement, he had been hired by a debtor to collect a debt, gotten into a fight with the victim, knocked him down, and then left.
Although he insisted that he had not realized the victim had died at the time, the credibility of a gangster's testimony was naturally questionable. In the end, the court sentenced him to five years in prison for manslaughter.
This case did not attract much attention. After all, the victim had only been an ordinary office worker, and his reputation had not been very good. As for the perpetrator, there was even less to say. He was a gangster. Killing people was hardly surprising; not killing people would have been the surprising part. Thus, the case was quickly closed, and Mr. Kiri O, the killer, was sent to prison.
But what did any of this have to do with Fang Zheng?
Not a thing.
At least, on the surface.
While some unlucky bastard was serving time in prison, reforming his thinking and becoming a new man, Fang Zheng drove around taking pictures of scenery. To avoid arousing police suspicion, he had given himself a new identity: Freelance photographer, mainly shooting landscapes and artistic photos. That way, it was not strange for him to go anywhere, and as a photographer, carrying around a large equipment case was not strange either.
And having a hidden compartment in that large case was even less strange, right?
"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep..."
At that moment, the pager at Fang Zheng's waist suddenly went off. He took it out, checked it, then went to a nearby public phone booth and dialed