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As the police still had no leads, another murder occurred. This time, the victim was not anyone from the wealthy second-generation circle, but one of the masterminds behind the Chen Jiang incident. The individual was named Jiang Zhe, who had previously referred to himself online as a "Senior Lawyer." If it weren't for a young officer investigating Jiang Zhe's background, this case might have been dismissed as an accident.
Jiang Zhe had set out as usual on his electric scooter to take covert photos. While riding against traffic through an intersection, he was blinded by the headlights of an oncoming vehicle and veered into the blind spot of a Sand Truck. He was crushed to pieces.
Jiang Zhe's remains were transported to the City Bureau, where they were handled by the same young officer. Following standard procedure, the officer checked Jiang Zhe's background and discovered that he had previously berated Chen Jiang online under the "Senior Lawyer" ID. This revelation sparked a conspiracy theory in his mind.
He promptly reported to Qin Shao. While listening to the report, Qin Shao did not shy away from my presence, allowing me to hear everything from start to finish. I couldn't help but admire how quickly the young officer connected all the dots; it was clear that youth brought passion and ideas.
"Feng Juan, what do you think?" Qin Shao asked.
"The young officer mentioned that it was an accident caused by the victim inadvertently entering the blind spot of a large truck," I replied earnestly, giving my 120% sincerity.
"Since you're unwilling to cooperate, you can stay here for now," Qin Shao stated.
The police could only detain me for a mere 48 hours. If they could prove I was involved, they would have done so already.
During my remaining 24 hours in detention, events continued to unfold. Next came the wealthy second-generation inmates in prison. They believed that once incarcerated, they would be safe from harm. Once their families managed to secure their release, they could find any excuse to return to their previous lives. However, on the third day of their release, they clashed with the Prison Bully. By the time the guards arrived at the scene, these individuals were either nursing broken ribs or had suffered severe head injuries. Though none died, their suffering was akin to death.
When this news broke, I was just stepping out of the police station.
Only Qin Shao was present around me.
“Feng Juan, how did you manage to do it?”
If I hadn’t been at the police station, right under their noses, they would surely have pinned this incident on me.
“Officer Qin, doesn’t the police station have many unsolved cases that need to be sealed away?”
“Why not categorize these cases as such?”
The tone was laden with meaning.
Time continued to pass, with new events unfolding each day.
The three family, originally thinking they could bully others with their influence, now found themselves in a precarious situation. Despite their relentless pressure on the police station, life was not easy for the three family.
Rumors about the Vengeful Spirit Seeks Retribution grew rampant online, spreading like a corrosive poison to every corner of capital. The Stock Market plummeted in response, and the market value of three family enterprises evaporated by nearly half within just a few weeks.
The newly constructed residential projects by three family also revealed shoddy construction practices. Abandoned buildings were everywhere, and the once-proud real estate empire was collapsing at an alarming rate.
The internet suddenly turned venomous towards three family, with former praises morphing into ridicule.
After a long absence, Qin Shao suddenly knocked on the door of Cinnabar Shop.
“As you wished, the case has been archived.”
Qin Shao resembled a defeated lion, lacking his usual sharpness.
The justice he firmly believed in had not yielded the results he desired, leaving this capable Captain Qin feeling defeated.
From then on, Qin Shao frequently visited Cinnabar Shop, sometimes just to smell the shop's incense, other times shamelessly sipping on the herbal tea I brewed, and occasionally seeking my thoughts on open cases.
I had grown accustomed to this unexpected “guest.”
Until nearly a month passed without his visit, and I thought our connection might have reached its end when Qin Shao knocked on the door of Cinnabar Shop, his knuckles bloodied and raw.
I learned from him that the young officer I had praised that day had met with misfortune.
Younger than Wang Jun, it was his first time accompanying them to a scene; he had merely scolded a wealthy second-generation heir at the site, and days later his body was found thrown into the river, covered in wounds.
Evidence and clues vanished once again after being uncovered.
Everything felt like a replay of the past incident involving Chen Jiang.
Qin Shao squatted on the ground, crying out in despair. He didn’t know why he had come here; perhaps deep down, he too wanted to confront those detestable wealthy heirs.
I calmly took out the medicine box and silently tended to his wounds.
Only after I had finished bandaging did I speak in a detached manner:
"Welcome to Cinnabar Shop. How may I assist you?"
Cinnabar Shop, where your troubles are resolved, transforming into a red dot on your heart.
Cinnabar Shop, dedicated to solving clients' worries.
I am merely a shop owner, a non-charging proprietor.
The old man who was found dumping bodies at the police station that morning was the same one the police had investigated before, known for collecting large amounts of cardboard boxes. He had no conflicts with Xiao Bai and the others, but his wife had been killed by a wealthy second-generation driver from another city who was drunk behind the wheel.
Those reckless Young Masters had faced no punishment whatsoever...
The one skilled in dismemberment was not a doctor but a butcher with rich practical experience, whose son had been bullied at school without any chance for justice.
The one who prepared the poison was not me but a timid Pharmacist, who happened to have a daughter that never got to attend university.
Due to an act of kindness, she fell into an absurd legal trap. The daughter had helped an elderly man who fell and took him to the hospital, only to be extorted afterward. The judge ruled that she needed to pay a hefty sum because it wasn't her fault; why did she help?
The family was forced to face enormous compensation, and in despair, the daughter swallowed household medications and died.
The one who poisoned was just an ordinary employee taking the blame at work.
As for the Prison Bullies, they were willing to risk their lives for revenge on behalf of the young people because they had all experienced similar situations in one way or another.
And how do we communicate?
It's simple; there is a reporter who cannot report the true facts and uses newspaper advertisements to convey messages to this group of people.
Concise and clear.
Each participant is not a professional criminal but an ordinary person who has been oppressed and harmed.
In our own way, we have quietly yet powerfully protested against this unjust world.
Next, we will have a skilled Artisan joining us.
Cinnabar Shop is the place dedicated to helping you solve difficult matters.
So... welcome! How may I assist you?
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