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Because.

A significant portion of that three million back then was also their hard-earned money.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Lei Ziming's eyes darted around, refusing to glance at the ledger as he lowered his head and attempted to leave. Before he could push his way out,

"Grab him!"

The neighbors collectively blocked his path.

Seeing that there was no escape, Lei Ziming turned back and angrily demanded, "Without any evidence, why are you detaining me?"

The girl slowly poured a cup of tea without lifting her gaze. "Lei Ziming, apart from profiting from fake charity, you've also taken lives."

"You were responsible for the murder of the Shi family, who ran the wonton shop, twenty years ago."

At this moment, a deathly silence fell upon the entire room.

The two reporters standing by the entrance exchanged glances, their hearts skipping a beat as they both recalled an infamous case from two decades ago.

On September 3, 1975, at a wonton shop near the Happy Valley Racecourse in Causeway Bay, a family of four was murdered.

Despite a 20-year investigation, the culprit had yet to be found.

In fact, there were barely any leads on the killer.

Could it be...

This renowned philanthropist in Hong Kong, known for fraudulent charity work, was also a fugitive murderer?

"One who ran the Shih Family Wonton Shop? I remember that case. Four people died, leaving only two children behind."

"Sigh, what a tragedy. After all these years, the killer is still at large."

"I know! A young couple and their in-laws were killed; the method was extremely brutal. It shook the entire Hong Kong back then, but unfortunately, after two decades, the perpetrator remains uncaught."

"Wait, a wonton shop? Could it be that kind-hearted brother and sister-in-law?"

"If it's true, Lei Ziming is no better than an animal!"

Lei Ziming seemed to have his dark side exposed, unable to maintain his facade. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Master Chu, I know nothing about the Shi family murder case."

The loss of his disguise immediately stripped Lei Ziming of his refined and frugal image, revealing a sharp edge to his character.

"You didn't know?" Chu Yuening no longer hid her intentions as she revealed the sordid details. "Back then, you dreamed of making a fortune with your friend abroad. But upon arriving in America, you were sold by that friend to work as a servant. It took great effort for you to escape on a cargo ship to Hong Kong."

"As an illegal immigrant, no one dared to hire you. You could only scavenge for trash every day. It was the Shi couple who helped you. Your pride made you leave the dumplings you cooked at their doorstep each time."

"Due to this, no one realized your connection with the Shi couple. Consequently, the police never picked up on this lead during their investigation."

"One late night, you were hungry again and wandered around the Shi family's dumpling shop. On this occasion, Mr. Shi invited you inside and prepared a large bowl of wonton noodles for you. You devoured it greedily."

"The dim lighting allowed you to sneak a look around the shop while slurping your noodles. When you saw Mr. Shi counting money at the counter, you conceived the idea of murder."

"You placed the bowl in the kitchen and silently approached Mr. Shi with a knife. Initially, you had no intention of killing the other three, but they all returned at once, leaving you with no choice but to act decisively."

Chu Yuening's expression grew colder as she continued, "You killed the people who once helped you."

"I didn't!" Lei Ziming grew agitated. "What evidence do you have that I committed murder?"

His hands trembled incessantly, unable to erase the memory of the sticky blood seeping onto his arm that fateful night.

"After the murder, you fled and lived incognito for years, constantly changing jobs while keeping an eye on the news. When you realized that the Shi family case had been forgotten due to its unsolved status, your audacity grew."

Chu Yuening gave a cold smile. "That's why you confidently entered the philanthropic sector and harbored your luck until this day."

Even she never imagined she would encounter the perpetrator behind Shi Boren's parents' murder.

A hypocrite with an air of righteousness, a murderer disguised as a virtuous soul.

She intended to expose such a person's wicked deeds to the world.

"Ah Lin, tie him up!" Chu Yuening had no patience for idle talk.

"Unlawful detention and restriction of personal freedom is illegal!" Lei Ziming, seeing the advancing figure, shook his head. "You need evidence to arrest me. Nobody can prove I committed murder! You're not a police officer, you have no right to do this!"

"Police? Oh, you've reminded me." Chu Yuening stood up, took an item from a display shelf, and walked toward Lei Ziming, who was being held down by Wei Yanlin.

A metallic clink echoed as silver handcuffs snapped around Lei Ziming's wrists.

With a snap, Chu Yuening cocked her gun, aiming it at Lei Ziming's forehead. "Forgot to mention, I'm an external aid for the Jiu Long Major Crimes Unit. Legally armed with handcuffs and a firearm, in necessary situations—"

Pausing, she tilted her head slightly and offered a faint smile. "I can pull the trigger."

At the Jiu Long Police Station, in the D Unit of Major Crimes.

Four people sat around a desk, piles of documents spread out before them.

They were all studying the case files on the wonton shop murder.

"Yizu, go to B Unit and retrieve all statements related to Mr. Shi and Mrs. Shi," Zhou Fengxu instructed, his eyes weary after a day of poring over documents. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he closed the file he had just finished reviewing.

"Yes, sir!" replied Gan Yizu solemnly, promptly standing up to head to B Unit.

"My assumption has always leaned towards an unknown perpetrator," Luo Qizhong said, wearing his reading glasses as he delved into a stack of documents. A cup of coffee, meant to keep him alert, sat by his side.

He picked up the coffee cup and pointed at a familiar statement in the files. "Look at this part, Shi Sheng and Shi Tai were close friends, and there's no mention of any recent acquaintances or grudges held against her."

"Among dozens of friends and relatives, each with solid alibis, not a single suspect emerges. Is that plausible?"