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Anyone who has seen Jiang He will never forget him, so Jiang He was certain he had never seen Luo Jinbao before. However, seeing the obvious relief on Luo Jinbao's face, Jiang He believed there was an eighty percent chance that Luo Jinbao had mistaken him for someone else. Yet, he didn't want to point this out. Analyzing the current situation, Jiang He thought that the likelihood of Luo Jinbao revealing some information by mistaking him was far greater than the chance of him admitting the mistake.
Jiang He scrutinized Luo Jinbao, estimating his age to be around forty. He was dressed in sportswear and wore a pair of sneakers. The soles of the sneakers were thick and soft, making almost no sound as he walked. Jiang He noticed a narrow, elongated callus on the right side of his left index finger. This type of callus was rare and seemed to be a mark left from frequently using a wire to pry open locks.
Before Jiang He could say anything, it was Luo Jinbao who spoke first: "You look a bit younger than me; you can call me Brother Luo. By the way, what do they call you?"
"Jiang He," Jiang He replied calmly. "As a thief, the probability of being afraid of the owner is over seventy percent. The chance of being caught by the police and turning from theft to murder is about ten percent. But from your words, it seems you are not afraid of me at all, nor do you show any signs of wanting to kill me to silence me."
Upon hearing Jiang He's words, Luo Jinbao laughed heartily: "Don't pretend to be someone you're not with me; we both know each other well enough. Let me ask you, you're not the male owner of this place, are you?"
"No," Jiang He replied straightforwardly. "Have you been here before?"
"I have," Luo Jinbao said as he placed his shoulder bag on the coffee table. "Since you've seen me, let's each give the other a way out. Look at how much I've taken; I’ll put everything back just as it was and never come back again."
Luo Jinbao began to take out the stolen items one by one.
"What did you steal last time you came?" Jiang He asked as he watched Luo Jinbao.
Luo Jinbao responded, "Come on now, I've given you face; don't push your luck. Don't think I don't know who you are. If this gets out and turns sour, it won't be good for either of us."
From this statement, it seemed that Luo Jinbao was unaware that everyone in this family had died except for Li Weiyi. However, Jiang He couldn't discern whether Luo Jinbao's words were true or false.
This was Jiang He's greatest weakness.
Seeing that Jiang He remained silent, Luo Jinbao assumed he was intimidated and pressed on: "I've scoped this place out many times; I know what her husband looks like. You—her husband is out there working hard to support his family while you're here playing with his wife and even living in their home now."
"That's not me," Jiang He retorted. Luo Jinbao looked him up and down: "Just look at you; you're not exactly handsome. Look at me—though I'm a few years older than you, I take good care of myself. I’m quite charming compared to Pan An; I’m quite dashing, wouldn’t you say?"
"You're quite the sight, with your big belly, thinning hair, and that awful yellow tracksuit. I know everyone has their own standards of what handsome means, but I'm eighty percent sure you don't fit into the current public aesthetic of attractiveness."
"Are you trying to pick a fight?" Luo Jinbao slammed his hand on the table. "I haven't even taught you a lesson yet, and here you are trying to lecture me. Sure, I might be a thief, but money is just an external possession. I'm merely helping them take back a little of what’s not theirs. But you—don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. Sneaking around when no one’s home and flirting with someone’s wife? You came this afternoon, but you were here this morning too. I can't stand people like you."
From Luo Jinbao's words, Jiang He pieced together some information.
It seemed Jiang He’s guess was correct; based on the combined information from Li Weiyi and He Hui Juan, their routines were different, which meant their intimate life was rare. However, He Hui Juan had a lover who often visited when Li Weiyi and Wu Guifeng were away.
Jiang He had a seventy percent chance of believing that Luo Jinbao saw himself as He Hui Juan's lover.
"Is He Hui Juan's phone with you?" Jiang He looked at Luo Jinbao and asked a crucial question.
Luo Jinbao had already slung the backpack over his shoulder. "You’re really dull. I've been with you, and if I spill the beans, you'll be in worse trouble than me. Why can't you understand? That phone is indeed stolen by me; what are you going to do about it? Don’t push me."
Hearing Luo Jinbao's words confirmed Jiang He's suspicions. If Luo Jinbao could return that phone, then it was clear that Li Weiyi was not the murderer. At this moment, Jiang He was eighty percent sure that Li Weiyi wasn’t the murderer; however, he couldn’t understand why someone would impersonate a murderer if it wasn’t Li Weiyi.
"Where is the phone? Hand it over." Jiang He showed no leniency toward Luo Jinbao, unaware of what leniency even meant.
Luo Jinbao was getting angry now. Looking at the frail Jiang He in front of him, he thought about how he outweighed this person significantly; if it came to blows, he would easily overpower him. Coming here without any gain was one thing, but now Jiang He expected him to return the stolen phone—that was out of the question.
"What if I refuse to give it back?" Luo Jinbao said confidently. "What are you going to do? Fight me? If I don’t make you call me 'dad,' then I’ll consider it a loss."
Hearing Luo Jinbao's words made Jiang He realize that he was prepared to resort to violence.
Jiang He's mind raced as he analyzed the situation: there was a fifty percent chance of a right hook, twenty percent for a straight kick with his right leg, ten percent for a side kick with his right leg, ten percent for a straight kick with his left leg, and five percent each for a side kick with his left leg and a headbutt.
Luo Jinbao was a hefty man, and Jiang He knew he was no match for him. If it came to a direct confrontation, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.
In that moment, Jiang He analyzed dozens of strategies in his mind, and among all those options, he chose the best one—the method that had the highest probability of ensuring his safety.
Just as Luo Jinbao took a step forward, Jiang He suddenly flung the door open and dashed outside. He held onto the door tightly and shouted loudly.
The strategy Jiang He devised had a safety rate of one hundred percent.
Luo Jinbao was completely taken aback by Jiang He's antics. Standing in the room, he was momentarily stunned. After a moment, he heard Jiang He shouting outside about catching a thief, clearly trying to play a game of trapping him. Damn it, Luo Jinbao cursed inwardly; it was Jiang He who was the cowardly one.
"You cowardly turtle!" Luo Jinbao yelled, gripping the doorknob as he struggled against Jiang He. "Don't act like a wimp! If you're a man, come in here and fight me!"
Jiang He ignored Luo Jinbao completely, treating his insults as if he hadn't heard them at all. He continued to shout about catching a thief.
In the dead of night, when everyone else was fast asleep, Jiang He's voice startled countless people awake.
About ten minutes later, the security team leader arrived with several security guards in tow.
When they reached the sixth floor, they found Jiang He drenched in sweat, desperately holding onto the door.
"Is there a thief?" the security team leader asked.
"That's right," Jiang He replied. "I’ve locked him inside."
"Brothers, follow me!" the security team leader shouted.
Jiang He released his grip.
Inside, Luo Jinbao did not expect Jiang He to suddenly let go. He lost his balance and fell onto the ground. Although Two Donkeys was afraid of ghosts, when it came to stealing, he charged in without hesitation, almost instantly pouncing on Luo Jinbao.
When An Jinzhong arrived with the police, Luo Jinbao was still sitting under Two Donkeys.
An Jinzhong clearly noticed Jiang He standing next to the security captain and couldn't help but say, "Jiang He, why are you here again? It seems wherever there's trouble, there you are."
The security captain frowned slightly. "Don't you know each other?"
"No," An Jinzhong replied.
"Ah?" The security captain looked puzzled. "Isn't he a police officer from your station?"
This time, it was An Jinzhong who was confused, but he knew that Jiang He must have caused some trouble again. "Forget everything else; take this thief and this impersonator back to the station."
Jiang He entered the interrogation room again.
"What did you do this time?" An Jinzhong still had a harsh tone. "Why are you fighting with people instead of pigs this time? Acting heroically? Why are you at the victim's house so late at night?"
Jiang He didn't waste words. "You can't handle this case; since it involves a homicide, it needs to be transferred to the criminal investigation team. So right now, you need to call Captain Wang from Jinlun Road Police Station and tell him I have new evidence that can prove Li Weiyi is not the murderer."
"No." An Jinzhong slammed his hand on the table. "Who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you? Explain the situation clearly; otherwise, I have the authority to detain you. What exactly do you want by showing up at the victim's house for no reason?"
Jiang He ignored An Jinzhong and stared at him intently. After a moment, he spoke, "Today you met with your wife to discuss your son's schooling. You still have feelings for her, but she thinks there's no future for you two."
Jiang He was about to continue his conversation when An Jinzhong suddenly waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's just a phone call. I'll make it."
"Alright," Jiang He nodded.
As An Jinzhong dialed the number for the Substation, he remarked to Jiang He, "You're really a jerk."
"I don't understand," Jiang He replied, "Why do you say that?"
The call was already connected.
"Substation? This is An Jinzhong from the police station. Please inform Captain Wang that Jiang He has made a new discovery."
An Jinzhong hung up the phone. "Are you satisfied now?"
"I still don't quite understand what you just said," Jiang He asked again.
An Jinzhong shook his head. "You don't need to ask. You won't understand. Just know that you're a jerk. Just wait; I don't think it will take long before Wang Chao arrives."
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