The interrogation room at the municipal police bureau.
Incandescent light fell on the stainless-steel interrogation chair. The dump truck driver in the baseball cap sat with his hands cuffed, his legs still trembling uncontrollably. His crotch was cold and wet, and the stench of urine filled the room.
Ye Wenjun stood behind the one-way glass, expressionless. Qin Churan pushed open the door and entered, holding a freshly printed confession.
"He confessed." Qin Churan handed the statement to Ye Wenjun. "To everything. He completely broke down. We didn't even have to use any interrogation tactics."
Ye Wenjun took the confession and quickly scanned it.
The man who had hired the killer was named Wang Jianye. He was the province's largest optical lens manufacturer and owned a medical device company listed on the US stock market.
Less than a day after the launch event for the Clear-Vision Dew, the company's stock price had plummeted seventy percent. Wall Street investors frantically sold off their shares, while its domestic partner banks called in their loans overnight. Its cash flow collapsed entirely, leaving the company facing compulsory bankruptcy liquidation.
With nowhere left to turn, Wang Jianye had paid ten million to provide for the family of this debt-ridden gambler, buying his cooperation in an attempt to run down Chen Lin, the man behind the Autumn Forest Group.
"Have you arrested him?" Ye Wenjun closed the confession.
"There's no need." Qin Churan's tone was complicated. "We just received a report. Wang Jianye jumped off a building."
A luxury suite on the twelfth floor of the Vienna Hotel, beside the intersection where the incident had taken place.
Ten minutes earlier.
Wang Jianye stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, a thick Cuban cigar between his fingers. He stared fixedly at the intersection below, waiting for the dump truck to