Of course, there was no one in the bookcase.
"Looks like he really left!" Haitang Yota cursed inwardly. "Why does this detective never follow my plan?! This is a problem now. There are so many of them—I can't exactly run over and drag him back."
But as his eyes darted around, Haitang Yota came up with another idea.
"A true wise man is never trapped by his circumstances. We take the initiative to seek newer, better paths forward." Haitang Yota thought for a moment, then came up with a plan. "How about this? I'll get rid of that yellow-faced woman first, then pin everything on Jiang Xia."
He paced back and forth a couple of times, finding the scheme more and more promising the longer he considered it. "Jiang Xia came to my wife's room in the dead of night, then climbed out the window and fled. In his haste, he'll definitely have left traces behind—when the police come tomorrow, I'll steer the conversation in that direction, then secretly bribe some reporters and stage a diversion.
"By then, Jiang Xia will be too busy to care about anything else. He'll definitely be focused on proving his own innocence. He's never had any negative press, so it's obvious he holds himself to high standards. He must never have experienced the power of public condemnation.
"The more someone is a cautious, morally upright role model like that, the harder it is for them to accept being falsely accused. Maybe in a few days, I won't even need to do anything—he'll kill himself to prove his innocence.
"Then I can authorize a novel adaptation of this incident involving my wife and make a fortune off his fame—haha, what kind of detective is this? He's practically a Wealth-Bringing Child who sacrifices himself for others!"