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I remember that Duan Peng loved to keep accounts during his lifetime. Perhaps there were still some hidden, deadly pieces of evidence left in his home. As the insurance adjuster for my family's exorbitant insurance compensation, I wondered what role I played in my mother's car accident.
With that thought in mind, I quickened my pace.
It was a two-story small building, its exterior walls mottled and peeling, revealing the gray bricks beneath. I approached the door, took out my keychain from my bag, and tried to pick the lock with a wire. The wire turned in the keyhole, making a faint scratching sound. After several attempts, I heard a click—the lock opened.
I pushed the door open, and a wave of stale air rushed at me. The room was dimly lit and filled with a musty smell. It was small and sparsely furnished, containing only a bed, a table, and a wardrobe—nothing more.
I began to search the room carefully, hoping to find some useful clues. I rummaged through under the bed, the wardrobe, and the drawers of the table but found nothing.
Could it be that Duan Peng left nothing behind?
My gaze fell on a locked drawer on the table. I took out the wire from my keychain again and inserted it into the keyhole. This time, unlocking it went much smoother; with a click, the lock opened.
I pulled out the drawer to find a notebook lying quietly inside.
I picked up the notebook and quickly flipped through its pages. It contained a wealth of information, including transaction records, lists of people involved, dates, and locations.
I immediately spotted the names Li Hong, Zhang Guangzong, and Li Feng.
My heart raced as a chill ran from my feet to my head.
The notebook recorded their transaction details along with a series of numbers identical to those on the back of some photographs.
I quickly took out my phone and photographed these crucial pieces of information one by one.
After finishing this task, I placed the notebook back in its original position but did not lock the drawer. I cleared away all traces of my presence and left Duan Peng's residence.
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At the police station, Fang Ming and his colleague Chen Yan were meticulously examining the evidence; their expressions grew serious. The office was silent except for the sound of flipping through Duan Peng's notebook. Outside, sunlight streamed through the windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
"Initiate an immediate investigation; we must capture Li Feng and Lu Zhi!" Fang Ming said firmly, his gaze sharp. He handed a photograph to Chen Yan. "Chen Yan, you go investigate Li Feng and Lu Zhi's hideouts right away."
"Understood!" Chen Yan replied as he took the notebook and quickly exited.
The wail of police sirens shattered the city's tranquility as police cars sped away.
Three days later, Li Feng and Lu Zhi were apprehended at an expressway intersection; news outlets across platforms reported on it extensively.
I sat at Dr. Yang Mu's place sipping tea while resolving something that had troubled me for quite some time.
Holding my cup with a faint smile, I recalled that the photographs and notebook in Duan Peng's suitcase were placed there by me three days ago. Li Feng and Lu Zhi had already ransacked his home after killing him. But I wouldn’t let them get away with it. I had known the truth about my mother's death for over a year; she had been driven to her demise by my stepmother Li Hong.
This is also why I agreed to cooperate with Duan Peng this time. Li Feng and Lu Zhi had originally promised Li Hong, leading to my father's death in order to swindle millions in insurance compensation. Little did they know, I would turn the tables on them; neither she nor her son escaped unscathed.
The day before the incident, Duan Peng had hidden the notebook with me, intending to prevent Li Feng and Lu Zhi from betraying him. As I sipped my water, I contemplated the entire scheme—perfect, secretive. Li Feng and Lu Zhi would never suspect it was me.
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