"Who else could the person in the van have been but Eric?" Ollie asked.
"I don't know," Zhang Heng said. "I've never met Eric, nor have I met Hans. I'm only stating what I observed at the scene. The deceased was very young, probably between 176 and 178 centimeters tall, around 70 kilograms, male, with a crew cut. He was left-handed, exercised regularly, kept himself in good shape, and had recently broken up with his girlfriend."
Alesha and Ollie exchanged glances. "If that description is accurate, then the person who died in the van really wasn't Eric. But he wasn't Hans either. We don't know anyone like that."
Song Jia could not help cutting in. "The rest is one thing, but how did you know he'd broken up with his girlfriend?"
"The deceased's back smelled of alcohol and had mud and grease on it, which rubbed off onto the seat while he struggled. The grease and alcohol smell in that area were probably picked up when he got drunk after a heavy drinking session and passed out in an alley beside a bar. That meant he had most likely been drinking alone without calling any friends. Clearly, something upsetting had happened to him, and for a guy his age, nine times out of ten, that kind of heartbreak had to do with a relationship. That was later confirmed."
Zhang Heng paused before continuing. "While struggling, he kicked the seat in front of him, so I found his shoeprints on the back of the seat. They showed that his sneakers didn't fit properly, which meant someone else had given them to him. But his family circumstances weren't bad. The perfume he used was from a luxury brand, so there was no reason for him to force himself to wear uncomfortable shoes