Several days later.
At the Investigating Magistrate's office.
A constable temporarily assigned there knocked and entered.
"What is it?" Investigating Magistrate Liu did not even look up, continuing to read through the case files.
"Reporting to you, sir, there is a man outside named Wu Sanwen."
"He says he is the real deceased—no, the real Wu Sanwen." The constable spoke with a face full of astonishment.
"He came to the office to reclaim his identity documents so he can take up his post."
The moment Wenren Sheng heard this outside, he immediately understood that this was bait.
But naturally, the others would not see it that way.
At least the constable believed it.
Investigating Magistrate Liu's expression changed at once. "Good. Bring him in quickly."
"Forget it. I will go see him myself."
Of course, Investigating Magistrate Liu was putting on an act as well.
Before long, a somewhat thin but capable-looking middle-aged man appeared in a side room of the office's inner hall.
He was around thirty, and looked to weigh barely a hundred jin.
No wonder the assassin had killed him so easily.
After Wu Sanwen entered, he clasped his hands toward the Investigating Magistrate and said:
"Reporting to you, sir, the person who was staying at Liu Gen's house was actually this subordinate."
"That night, a friend came to see me, and we both drank ourselves senseless. He had nowhere to stay, while I happened to have some things to buy, so I gave him my sleeping place."
"I stayed at an inn instead, which would make it convenient for me to buy those things early the next morning."
There was actually a flaw in that explanation.
Wenren Sheng caught it as soon as he heard it.
Since an outsider had suddenly come to stay the night,