Everyone was curious. Xia Jie was still wondering what Wang Yan had rushed out to do that morning. Seeing that he seemed to have forgotten to explain, she finally asked, "What did you rush off to do this morning? You were in such a panic."
"Couldn't hold it in anymore, huh?" Wang Yan chuckled. After receiving a light slap, he said, "It's still Zhao Zhendong's case."
"Did you find a lead?"
"It's not that easy. We're together every day—if there were a lead, wouldn't you already know? The problem is precisely that there are no leads. Think about it. It's been almost a month. I called the Dongning Village residents in New City Olympic Residence, some of the older people from Dongning Village itself, even people who were driven out of the village after being persecuted by Zhao Changyi. I took the scolding and called every one of them to ask around.
"It took so much effort to enhance four days' worth of surveillance footage, and in the end, there wasn't even the slightest clue. You've taken investigation classes too. There's no such thing as a perfect crime—only mistakes in investigative direction or stage that cause clues to be overlooked.
"Someone like Zhao Changyi, who built his life on ruthlessness—none of his family even has much education. How meticulous could they really be when committing crimes? Yet they somehow made it through three rounds of task-force investigations. And even knowing that I've dug this case back up to investigate him, he's still completely unfazed. So I have no choice but to suspect we're looking in the wrong direction."
"Then what did you go do just now?"
"I went to see Zhao Changyi."
"What for?"
"I asked him whether he did it."
Xia Jie fell silent. After processing that for