Chapter 129 Extra: Fan Huai 01

Chapter 129 Extra: Fan Huai 01

8:25 AM, San Yao Headquarters.

Qiong Cang arrived punctually outside the designated game room, about to enter when she saw Fan Huai approaching from a distance.

She deliberately waited at the door, greeting him as he passed by.

Qiong Cang smiled, "How's work?"

Fan Huai, unbuttoning his suit and taking it off, exhaled and smiled, "Not bad."

His department specializes in technical support, filled with young people passionate about their work but not very adept at handling complex social relationships. They are naive and a bit silly, every day filled with a silly, carefree atmosphere.

Fan Huai is currently in the learning phase, gradually getting acquainted with San Yao's related business and company culture under the guidance of his colleagues... although he thinks the company culture is not worth learning, as those people, when they get crazy, dare to write fanfiction about their little boss in the backend and disguise it as spam to send to the boss's account, enjoying the thrill of living dangerously.

Fan Huai enjoys this kind of life but is also hesitant, unsure whether he should tell his teacher that she is busy starring in melodramatic love dramas in the minds of San Yao staff every day.

#Cold-hearted Tyrant VS Loving Little Husband#, #Golden Genius Brain VS World's Richest Man#, #Affectionate CEO: Genius Wife Don't Run Away#, #Beautiful Lady: No Man I Can't Handle#... and other such silly stuff.

Fan Huai gave Qiong Cang a deep look and decided to let it be.

Better not to taint her world.

Qiong Cang noticed the complexity flashing across his face and felt a bit puzzled. She changed the subject and asked, "Nervous?"

Fan Huai didn't respond, just slightly lowered his head.

The long-awaited murder case scenario by San Yao is finally going into public testing, and the protagonist is Fan Huai himself. Returning to the scene of that year, facing the dilemmas of that time, might be a cruel challenge for him. However, the pain of being falsely accused is deeply etched in his soul, the source of all subsequent tragedies. He has fantasized countless times about what the outcome would have been if he had walked out of the detention center back then.

Such fantasies are futile.

But, apart from himself, no one can help him move past this.

"It's nothing," Fan Huai looked up and smiled lightly, "It's all in the past."

Qiong Cang, however, was very serious, "I will help you overcome this."

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Welcome, Players, to the fully realistic live simulation game "Murder Scene Analysis" (special limited-time scenario). Your assigned role is "investigators." Relevant case memories have been locked. Please identify the real culprit based on the available clues and complete the scenario reconstruction.

Identity: QC (You are now a public official.)

Player Rating: 97 (You have already beaten 99% of the nation!)

Role Compatibility: 100% (You can play yourself without tarnishing the professional image.)

Scenario Progress: 50% (You have caught a suspect, and he looks very suspicious.)

"Note" This game is automatically generated based on big data and criminal archives. Please carefully discern the clues appearing in the game.

The familiar transition fog enveloped Qiong Cang's vision. Her brain went blank for a moment, unable to function immediately, indicating that a lot of memories were blocked this time. Frowning, she adapted to this feeling, quickly flipped through the scenario introduction, and then closed the interface.

The scene gradually became clear, revealing the surroundings.

She was sitting behind a desk, sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating the whiteboard before her. Dozens of photos and various dense connections were posted on it, obviously just after a meeting, concluding the case summary.

Qiong Cang lowered her head, flipped through the notebook on the desk that had just been opened, and followed the content down.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

The person politely knocked twice and, without waiting for her response, walked in directly.

Qiong Cang recognized it was He Jueyun and pointed to the chair opposite, signaling him to sit down.

Even though nothing had happened yet, Qiong Cang's live broadcast room was already buzzing with activity. To be precise, this audience had been overly excited for a long time, flooding the comment section even before Qiong Cang officially logged in.

A quick glance showed a shameless, large-scale family reunion scene.

"Here she comes! Dad Qiong Cang, I've been waiting for you for so long, why did you only come out now? Your long-lost son has already come of age on his own. If you keep neglecting me, I won't recognize you anymore, okay?"

"Wife, if you don't show up soon, I won't be able to afford to raise our child. Look, our children could form a nation. [Touched]"

"I've been thinking about you every single day!"

"My daughter isn't a newbie anymore, right? Why is this overseer still following her?"

"I always said this overseer has been abusing his position for personal gain, and I wasn't wrong."

"It seems like Qiong Cang's three generations are all gathered in the comment section."

He Jueyun entered the office and, before he could speak, received a system warning.

"Due to an excessive number of reports, we are unable to verify them in time. Please, overseer, restrain your behavior. Violations will be subject to criticism."

He Jueyun was stunned; this was definitely the most unjust warning he had ever received, undoubtedly influenced by Song Shu and others.

He reflected carefully and felt that the worst thing he had done so far was simply being alive.

This clearly mischievous internal message, combined with the fact that only Qiong Cang was in front of him... He Jueyun quickly pieced together what was happening.

Qiong Cang placed her hands on the table, moved the notebook forward a bit, her gaze still glued to it. After waiting for a while without hearing He Jueyun speak, she made a questioning sound.

A pair of hands reached to her ear, carefully tucking the strands of hair behind her ear, then pulled her collar straight, not missing even the wrinkles at the edges.

His movements were slow, as if deliberately prolonging the moment. The live broadcast focused on He Jueyun's distinctly knuckled hands, even capturing the subtle brush against Qiong Cang's cheek, making the scene seem particularly ambiguous.

Most importantly, Qiong Cang did not avoid it.

The comment section, which had been joking around, after a second of frozen silence, completely went wild.

Netizens exclaimed in unison. Exclamation marks and chaotic emojis flew past the small box like a waterfall.

"Damn you, old thief! You're insulting my dear father!"

"I knew it! I knew it!! I'm done!"

"Is San Yao still hiring? The overseer kind. I can work for free. [Smirk]"

"Why didn't you crush his head? Ah? Dad, you've changed!"

"No—no!!"

At this point, complaints from the backend were pouring in like snowflakes. Song Shu and others were in a flurry, swallowing a mouthful of blood and tears, almost wanting to kneel to He Jueyun.

What a disaster!

He Jueyun received a tearful pleading emoji from the backend and, satisfied, withdrew his hand, smiling at Qiong Cang. He pulled out his notebook and started to talk business.

"At around 9:30 PM on September 21st, the deceased, Ms. Liu, a woman, was killed in the back alley of HY residential area. She was stabbed three times in the chest, all deep, with one stab wound piercing her liver, proving fatal.

"The murder weapon has not been found yet, but according to the forensic officer's autopsy results, it should be a sharpened fruit knife with a very sharp tip and smooth blade. Part of the blade was shattered and remained in the victim's body. Overall, this is likely a premeditated murder.

"At 5:30 AM the next morning, Ms. Liu's body was discovered by an early-rising resident nearby, who then called the police. By the time the police arrived, the scene had already been significantly compromised."

He Jueyun spread out a row of photos in front of her.

The photos captured the crime scene from multiple angles.

Due to the rain the previous night, the ground was quite muddy. The traces from the previous night were washed away by the rain, while fresh footprints were left in the morning.

Numerous chaotic footprints surrounded the body, and the depth of the imprints indicated they were made after the body was discovered. Nearby residents did not know how to protect the crime scene, making evidence collection challenging.

Qiong Cang flipped through the photos one after another, finally stopping at the image of the deceased.

The woman's eyes were tightly closed, her face swollen due to the rain, and her entire body was pale.

Qiong Cang asked, "Were there any signs of struggle on the deceased?"

"No."

"Did anyone nearby hear any cries for help?"

"No. The rain was heavy last night, and most households had their windows and doors closed. Additionally, the murder site was close to the road, and many nearby residents are elderly. After interviewing around, everyone said they didn't hear anything."

He Jueyun demonstrated with his hands: "The stab wounds on the victim were made from the front, and the victim did not resist, meaning the murderer struck suddenly, and the victim was caught completely off guard. The murderer was likely someone she knew. One of the three stab wounds was lower, with an upward angle, so at the time of the crime, one person was likely standing on a step, and the other below. After stabbing once, the murderer quickly pressed the victim to the ground, covered her mouth, and quickly followed up with two more stabs to ensure her death, then fled in panic."

He Jueyun took out a map and marked it with a red marker: "The escape route might have been like this. Two witnesses happened to see the murderer leaving."

The distance between the two witness points was quite far, and if connected with a red line, the route was somewhat winding.

Qiong Cang looked at the map, unconsciously rubbing her chin with her left hand.

"Based on the witnesses' statements, we reconstructed the clothing the murderer was wearing that day and used it as a standard for investigation. We quickly found another witness. This person has been running a shop near HY residential area for over a decade. He provided us with a suspect's name."

He Jueyun placed the last photo on the table.

"Dongdong Ning. 16 years old, currently a high school freshman."

Author's note:

The deceased, Kong Zhongling - pseudonym Liu Lu

The suspect, Fan Huai - pseudonym Dongdong Ning