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When Zheng Yi and his team entered the interrogation room, the bureau's Dr. Wang, the forensic examiner was already on the scene inspecting the body of the deceased.
"At first glance, Wang Mingyang's condition of death is consistent with a sudden heart attack, but the specific cause of his death will need to be determined after I conduct an autopsy," said Dr. Wang, the forensic examiner.
"Dr. Wang, the forensic examiner, when can we expect the results of the autopsy?" Zheng Yi put on white gloves and squatted in front of the body with the Forensic pathologist, hoping to find clues to Wang Mingyang's death. It seemed that Wang Mingyang was not resigned to his death, as his cloudy eyes were wide open, as if trying to convey his grievances to the visitor.
He... died with his eyes open. For some reason, Zheng Yi felt a sudden sense of sadness. He couldn't help but laugh at himself, feeling emotional for a suspect he had only recently met. This was not like him at all. He reached out and closed the weathered eyes, but as he pulled back, he noticed something unusual.
There was a roll of something like smoke on Wang Mingyang's ear. Men in City A were accustomed to tucking cigarettes behind their ears, partly to look cool, and partly to free up their hands.
When Zheng Yi left Wang Mingyang just over ten minutes ago, he hadn't seen anything on his ears. In addition, before a suspect enters the interrogation room, they are thoroughly searched by the authorities to ensure they are not carrying anything harmful. However, the police did not find anything on Wang Mingyang. This roll of something like smoke must have appeared during the gap between Zheng Yi leaving and Wang Mingyang's death. Considering that Liu Wang and He Hanwen had been here not long ago, it was highly likely that it was brought by these two.
"Captain Zheng, open it and see what it is," Yang Huai obviously noticed it too, and was about to reach out and take it off Wang Mingyang's ear.
"Don't move!" Zheng Yi quickly pressed down on Yang Huai's hand, "You're not wearing gloves, let me do it. We'll send it to the technical department later to check for fingerprints and see who has touched this thing."
It turned out to be a small piece of paper that could be disguised as a cigarette, and the maker of it must have gone to great lengths. Of course, the thinking behind it was also quite meticulous. If Zheng Yi hadn't noticed it, it could easily have been mistaken for a cigarette by others and ignored, or it could have accidentally fallen to the ground during the process of moving the body.
"The number 25, plus a cloud-like pattern... Hey, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with the case, does it?" Yang Huai scratched his head on the side.
This pattern... why does it look so familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere. Zheng Yi stared at the cloud, feeling a slight pain in his temple. It was as if there was a fog haunting his mind, the answer seemed to be on the tip of his tongue, but it was covered by a faint veil.
"First, send it to the technical department to see who else, besides Wang Mingyang, has handled this thing. This way, we can track down the person who sent this note." Zheng Yi carefully packaged the note and handed it to a nearby officer, then shook his head up and down, loosening the stiff muscles that had been holding for a long time.
"Ah... wait, Captain Zheng, don't move. Yes, that's the movement of lowering your head." Yang Huai exclaimed in amazement, afraid that Zheng Yi would move, even using his hand to fix his head in place, pulling down the collar of his clothes a bit, fully exposing Zheng Yi's nape.
"Hey! What are you doing!" Zheng Yi was about to lift his head to give Yang Huai a blow, but was firmly held down by Yang Huai.
"Captain Zheng, look, the clouds on the paper are so similar to the birthmark on your neck, aren't they?"
Zheng Yi was surprised and vaguely understood where the familiar feeling had come from. He struggled again, sighed when he realized it was futile, and helplessly said to Yang Huai, "How can you make me look like this? It's on the back of my neck. Do I have eyes on the back of my head?"
Yang Huai smiled awkwardly, realizing that his actions at this moment were inappropriate, and quickly let go of Zheng Yi, then opened the camera function on his phone.
"Captain Zheng, look, isn't it exactly the same!" Zheng Yi took Yang Huai's phone and carefully compared the birthmark photo he had just taken with the note. Unexpectedly, even the unevenness of the clouds was exactly the same, as if it were a printed depiction!
"25... Am I exactly 25 years old this year?" Zheng Yi sounded the alarm. The small note that appeared out of nowhere contained all his information. He shifted his gaze to Wang Mingyang's body, feeling a surge of shock and fear. What kind of relationship did this man have with him, and who delivered the note to Wang Mingyang...
Five minutes later, Liu Wang and He Hanwen arrived at the interrogation room together, and both were questioned by the police. Liu Wang chose to answer first. After she went in, He Hanwen warned Zheng Yi meaningfully as he was about to enter, "Officer Zheng, she is Liu Changsheng's precious daughter. If you scare her, I won't be able to explain it to Director Liu!"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Yi paused, gave the other a disdainful look, and said, "Even if the emperor commits a crime, he is not punished like the common people. I don't know that Director Liu has become so powerful now." He sneered and quickly closed the door to the interrogation room.
"Captain Zheng, we meet again, huh?" Liu Wang smiled and looked at Zheng Yi with a sweet dimple, appearing like a well-behaved girl. Zheng Yi clearly did not want any interaction with her other than the case, and signaled the chief interrogator to begin questioning.
"Miss Liu, why did you and Mr. He come to visit Wang Mingyang?"
"No reason, just to see how pitiful he is."
Upon hearing this response, Zheng Yi narrowed his eyes dangerously. He hadn't expected that after so many years, this young lady's temper would still be so disdainful.
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