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"No," Shi Boren refused. "Not only did we summon you, but also other relatives. You all need to cooperate and come to the police station."

With no choice, Chen Qianfeng could only agree.

In the interrogation rooms.

Zhou Fengxu and Chu Yuening were paired together, while Shi Boren and Luo Qizhong formed another team.

Chen Qianfeng and Liu Pei were separated into two different interrogation rooms for questioning.

Sitting slumped in his chair, Chen Qianfeng rubbed his nose from time to time, looking as if he had just woken up. "Officer, it's tiring to stay up all night playing games. Could you please hurry up with your questions so I can go back and catch some sleep?"

Zhou Fengxu glanced at him and asked, "Who is Chen Guoyuan to you?"

"He's my uncle," Chen Qianfeng replied nonchalantly. "I've said this before – he doesn't have a wife or kids. He discussed with me that if I take care of him, he'll leave all his assets to me in the future."

Zhou Fengxu continued, "Did you agree to it?"

"Of course, I agreed. It would be foolish not to make money!" As Chen Qianfeng spoke, he leaned closer to Chu Yuening, affecting a serious tone. "Madam, my uncle really died? If he's dead, I'll have to perform mourning rituals for him, which is such a hassle."

With folded arms, Chu Yuening spoke coolly, "Don't you know if he's dead or not?"

"How would I know? I didn't see his corpse," Chen Qianfeng slumped back into his seat, no longer rubbing his nose. Instead, his eyes reddened, and the casual demeanor from before disappeared as he sat dejectedly in silence for a long while.

"Sigh... Usually, he was quite nice to me. I have no idea why he suddenly passed away like this."

Realizing his words might be misconstrued, he lifted his head and hastily explained, "No, what I mean is, Uncle Xi's sudden death caught everyone off guard."

Soon, there was a knock on the door of the interrogation room.

Gan Yizu entered with a document, whispering, "We've found everything."

Zhou Fengxu untied the string of the file folder and read through the contents before lifting his head.

"You owe quite a bit in high-interest loans, don't you?"

Chen Qianfeng felt a pang of guilt. "Well, young people do tend to accumulate some debts when they venture out into society."

"There's an eyewitness testimony that someone saw you at Chen Qianfeng's apartment around 7 o'clock in the morning. Do you have any explanation for this?"

Chen Qianfeng rubbed his nose again, his eyes darting guiltily. "Yes, I did visit Uncle Chen's apartment. What? Are you trying to accuse me of being the murderer now?"

Zhou Fengxu closed the report and spoke calmly, "Mr. Chen, I hope you understand that the police station is a place where law prevails. Bluffing won't help you here."

"You had a clear motive to kill Chen Guoyuan - you owed high-interest loans and couldn't repay them. Desperate, you went to him for help, but when he refused, you killed him."

Thud!

Sweat beaded on Chen Qianfeng's forehead as he pounded the table in fury. "No! I didn't kill anyone! Do all your police officers just sit around doing nothing? Accusing me without any evidence?"

At that moment,

a soft chuckle echoed from a corner.

Chen Qianfeng turned, even angrier. "What are you laughing at?! Is it amusing to falsely accuse me?"

Yuening smiled and replied, "Yes, you didn't kill anyone. You just helped clean up the crime scene."

"The real culprit is your mother."

Due to Gan Yizu pushing the door open, quite a number of other Criminal Investigation Unit members had gathered at the entrance, peering in with curiosity.

They huddled together, crouching by the door frame to listen, all wondering what kind of new recruit Team D had brought on board.

Just as they arrived, they overheard the final statement.

"Goodness gracious, it's my first time seeing a case solved through fortune-telling!"

"Not the son, but actually the mother was the murderer?"

"I just saw that elderly lady. If it really was her, she does seem to have quite a bit of strength."

"When someone is fueled by anger, their potential is boundless. Forget that it was an old man; even a cow could be killed in a blink of an eye."

Chen Qianfeng's face turned rigid, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. He rubbed his nose and glared, saying fiercely, "No one killed anyone! Madam, your words can kill. Accusing my mother of murder? Please watch your tongue!"

Chu Yuening remained calm, taking her time to glance at the documents placed on the table.

The records indicated Chen Qianfeng's date of birth.

Though there was no precise time of birth, it was enough to glean much from his facial features.

Recalling the corpse she had seen in the apartment, she continued, " Outsiders say that Teacher Chen has always been single and never married. But judging from his face, he clearly had a romantic connection, one that persisted for more than just a year or two; it was a long-term relationship."

"That person was your mother, Liu Pei."

Chen Qianfeng opened his mouth, ready to refute her words. Before he could speak, Chu Yuening's next sentence silenced him.

"You have a narrow forehead, indicating a distant relationship with your father. He's a wanderer, making you feel the absence of paternal love throughout your life. Yet, despite this, your mother didn't divorce your father because she didn't want you to grow up in an incomplete family, fearing it might influence your values."

"Unbeknownst to her, her decision not to divorce was the catalyst for your obsessive personality. You've seen her change numerous boyfriends since you were young."

"Your birth chart shows the Three Penalties, implying a bumpy and challenging life. You entered society early and dabbled in many shady activities. Up until a few years ago, luck was on your side, keeping you out of prison. Unfortunately, you have a circle of bad friends who led you down the path of drug addiction."

Chu Yuening raised a hand, tapping her nose bridge. "Frequently rubbing your nose indicates withdrawal symptoms, doesn't it?"

"After you became addicted to methamphetamine, you started selling off your family's belongings to feed your habit. When those ran out, you turned to borrowing. High-interest loans quickly piled up, and soon, you couldn't repay them."

"Owing to the purchases, debts piled up, and your home was even splashed with red paint, staining your coat as well."