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Shi Boren found it odd and approached to inquire, "Didn't we only find one corpse when we first discovered the tunnel? How did another one turn up?"

The forensic team initially speculated that the skeleton had been deceased for about a year. A year ago, someone reported Li Zhirong's ex-wife as missing.

"Initially, we suspect the victim to be the killer's ex-wife," Zhou Fengxu said, his slender fingers holding a cigarette between them. His expression was grim as he looked through the smoke at the cafeteria worker giving a statement.

The cafeteria worker paled in fear. "Sir, I always thought Li Zhirong was acting strange. This morning, he even threatened to kill me. Luckily, you guys solved the case quickly; otherwise, I would have ended up as his victim too."

The colleague taking notes jotted down the statement. "Can you recall if anyone visited Li Zhirong after he returned to his quarters?"

The worker shook his head. "I was sorting vegetables at the time. There are over a thousand students at Chongzhong High, so there were a lot of veggies to prepare. Nobody paid attention to Li Zhirong then."

"Alright. If you remember anything else, please call the police station," the colleague concluded the interview.

Zhou Fengxu shifted his gaze away, extinguishing his cigarette. He called out to the three people beside him. "Let's go back to the station first. We still have plenty of follow-up work to do."

The trio hurriedly caught up with him.

As they stepped out of the school gate, reporters rushed forward to stop the man in a windbreaker. "Detective Zhou, we've received word that the murderer of the Sham Shui Po victim has committed suicide out of guilt, and another victim's body was found at the scene. Can you confirm this?"

Another journalist eagerly interjected, "Just three days after the Changsha Bay murder, the perpetrator chose to commit suicide. Does this mean that Team D has found crucial evidence?"

"Or perhaps the killer's conscience got the better of them, leading to suicide? We've discovered two victims in the tunnel, one of whom was a student from Chongzhong School, and according to the forensic team, they died within the last 24 hours. If Team D had acted just a bit faster, would there have been another innocent victim?"

As these questions were posed, the members of Team D appeared visibly uncomfortable.

Gan Yizu, young and impulsive, immediately pushed away the journalist's microphone, "What do you mean by asking that? Are you implying that we're incompetent? We haven't slept for three days and nights working on this case - do we need to tell you about that?"

The journalist, having been pushed, expressed his dissatisfaction, "Whether or not you slept is none of our concern. You were the one who mentioned your incompetence, not us."

"But then, are you deliberately obstructing our investigation?" Gan Yizu's anger continued to escalate.

"Yizu," Zhou Fengxu intervened, causing Gan Yizu to step back. Rather than getting annoyed at the questioning, he turned to the journalist and said, "Before coming here, we already had concrete evidence linking Li Zhirong to the Changsha Bay murder. The Public Relations department will soon hold a press conference. If you still have doubts, you can raise them then."

"My team has been working tirelessly. I apologize, but we need to return to the police station to wrap things up."

The group then returned to the police station.

One by one, they slumped exhausted onto the sofas.

Zhou Fengxu removed his outer coat, revealing a white T-shirt as he gazed at the wall clock, deep in thought.

Shi Boren brought him a cup of coffee. "Still dwelling on the Sham Shui Po female corpse case? The forensic report on Li Zhirong's body has been released; his foster mother has been informed, and it's confirmed as suicide."

Taking the coffee, Zhou Fengxu asked, "With Li Zhirong's state of mind, why didn't he wait for another chance after attacking Su Yinyin?"

"Perhaps he felt guilty and didn't want to kill again?" Shi Boren sat down on a nearby sofa. "Anyway, he's dead, and the case is closed. No point pondering over it too much."

Zhou Fengxu's gaze darkened slightly. "If that was truly his mindset, then why did he kill a second victim?"

Just as he finished speaking, the door to Team D's office was knocked on.

Gan Yizu entered with a stack of photos, passing them to Zhou Fengxu. "Brother Xu, these are photos of the previous victims found in the tunnel. Strangely, there's a '3' written on Su Yinyin's photo, and a '4' on the other girl's."

The evidence suggested that Li Zhirong's criminal spree had not ended.

Shi Boren fell silent, placing his coffee down on the table and looking awkwardly at Zhou Fengxu. "Yes, why didn't he finish off the third and fourth victims before taking his own life?"

Zhou Fengxu conjectured, "So, I suspect that someone must have said or done something to make him abandon his plan and opt for suicide."

He fell into deep thought.

Just who was this person?

What motives or objectives did they have?

Suddenly, a colleague pushed the door open,

"Two students from Chongzhong High School have come forward, claiming that before Li Zhirong died, someone had visited him."

All three of their expressions changed simultaneously.

It turned out that Li Zhirong had indeed met with another person before taking his own life?

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Chu Yuening rode the tricycle all the way to Temple Street. Just as she parked it steadily, Zhang Jiande rushed over.

"Ning Ning, you're in the news again!"

"In the news again?" Chu Yuening took the newspaper and saw the bold headline on the front page of the Joyful Weekly: "Fortune Teller Aids in Capturing White Powder Dealer."

The article detailed her experience in exposing Che Zaiqiang's drug dealing.

Chu Yuening was speechless.

Did this journalist camp out on Temple Street?

How else could they explain how yesterday's prediction ended up in today's newspaper?

"Not just in the news," Zhang Jiande puffed on his cigarette, then pointed to the bottom right corner of the paper. "This is like an espionage thriller, with an enemy spy lurking around."

The bottom right corner contained reader feedback from Hong Kong, all requesting the publication to reveal the fortune teller's exact identity and location.

Many readers wanted to verify for themselves if the fortune teller was truly as miraculous as portrayed in the newspaper.

"If all these readers were to visit, your business would skyrocket," Zhang Jiande mused.

"What good is a crowd? I can only count on two people at most in a day."

Chu Yuening folded the newspaper neatly and handed it back to Zhang Jiande. She then turned her head to scan the street, trying to spot the journalist who had been lurking around Temple Street.