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The class bell rang.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I have another class," Wu Xiaowen hurriedly grabbed the textbook from the desk and, as she was leaving, added, "I really apologize. If you have any questions that weren't clear, just ask Teacher Liu. Basically, anything I know, Teacher Liu knows too." With that, she rushed off to her class.
"How about we talk somewhere else?" Liu Ziqiang suggested. "It's not good for students to see a teacher talking to the police here."
— It seems like another person who cares too much about appearances!
Following Liu Ziqiang's request, we went to a dessert shop not far from the school.
I ordered an apple-flavored soda, while Bei Chen and Liu Ziqiang both opted for Russian black tea.
"Excuse me, do you know if Fang Jia has offended anyone recently?" This was a question I had asked countless times before, and nearly every answer had been the same.
As expected, Liu Ziqiang responded in kind, saying that Teacher Fang was an outstanding person and could never have made an enemy; it was absolutely impossible.
Since that was the case, I had nothing more to say. Just as I was about to shove my notebook into my bag, a stack of materials related to the serial murder case accidentally fell out, and a photo slipped onto Liu Ziqiang's lap.
It was a picture of a chain around the ankle of the third victim.
"I'm really sorry," I said as I bent down to pick up the scattered materials. Liu Ziqiang smiled and handed the photo back to me.
Liu Ziqiang was unaware that this was actually not the information regarding Fang Jia's case. He asked with confusion, "I've never seen Teacher Fang wear such an anklet before?"
"I'm sorry, but this is not the information related to Teacher Fang's case," I quickly explained.
"Oh, I see," Liu Ziqiang nodded.
At that moment, the waitress brought our drinks. Liu Ziqiang gracefully stood up to help her serve the tea. Holding my Apple-flavored Soda, he asked the waitress, "Whose is this?"
I quickly raised my hand and smiled, "That's mine!" Liu Ziqiang nodded and handed me the drink, then passed a cup of red tea to Bei Chen.
"It seems this case is quite difficult; basically, no one has a motive," I said as I took a sip of the apple soda.
Liu Ziqiang's expression turned a bit awkward, and after a long pause, he seemed to have made a decision and spoke to me, "There's something... I'm not sure if I should say it."
"What is it?" I became intrigued.
"Well..."
"I hope you can cooperate with us in the police; this is a matter of life and death!" I deliberately emphasized my tone, hoping to put some pressure on him.
"About two days ago, I heard Fang Jia arguing with Zhang Jian."
"What were they saying?"
"It’s like saying things such as 'You don’t care about me at all! Let’s break up!' They often talk like this, so I don’t know if I should say anything or if it would even help you. I overheard this outside the office, Officer, I wasn’t eavesdropping; it was an accident," Liu Ziqiang said, his expression tinged with embarrassment.
"Thank you for providing us with this clue." Suddenly, Bei Chen, who had been silent until now, stood up with a barely noticeable smile on his face. "Zhong Xu, all the clues are connecting! I finally understand their relationship!"
What is he talking about? I completely don’t understand Bei Chen’s meaning.
"What nonsense are you saying? What do you mean everything is connecting? Do you already know who killed Fang Jia?"
Bei Chen nodded, lowering his voice as if announcing something significant. "Yes, and I also know why the murderer arranged the scene that way. I’ve figured out the serial rapist's identity too!"
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