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In the car, Wang Chao remarked with a hint of emotion, "This world is truly strange. Just when we suspected Feng Bin of being the murderer, his wife calls, and he’s right at home. So what exactly was Feng Bin trying to achieve by going in circles? He ended up back here anyway."
Jiang He, however, had a different perspective. "Actually, Feng Bin is quite clever. If it were me, I might have done the same thing. The place where you live is always the most familiar. Hiding in a familiar environment increases your chances of evading capture by five percent. Alternatively, going to a very remote location could increase your chances by ten percent."
"Is that so?" Wang Chao was hearing such a theory for the first time.
Jiang He nodded. "I've drawn this conclusion after summarizing all the cases I know. Feng Bin runs an internet company; he must be aware that using his ID would generate records online, which the police could use to track him down. Therefore, I have an eighty percent probability that his choice to take a plane or high-speed train was a deliberate attempt to mislead the police."
At that moment, Wang Chao finally understood what Feng Bin was up to.
Jiang He continued, "With this information, there’s a seventy percent chance that the police will go to Yuzhou City to investigate Feng Bin's whereabouts."
"If it weren't for Hannah," Wang Chao said seriously, nodding his head, "we wouldn't know when we would get news about Feng Bin. Timing-wise, four hours is just enough for him to leave and come back."
Jiang He agreed with Wang Chao's assessment and adjusted his seatbelt. "Exactly."
Wang Chao stretched and called out to the detective driving ahead, "Drive faster. But it's strange; based on my experience, wives usually protect their fugitive husbands. Hannah seems quite resolute; this could be seen as a different kind of loyalty."
A police car soon arrived at Upper East Courtyard, and several officers quickly approached the front door.
After ringing the doorbell, they waited at the entrance.
Jiang He stood at a distance from the door, taking in the two-story villa. The building had white walls and red bricks, showcasing a vintage style. At that moment, the garage door next to the villa was open, revealing a BMW parked inside—though not properly parked, as part of it extended outside.
Jiang He quickly analyzed the situation; regardless of who owned the car, he could tell that its driver had exited in a hurry—so much so that they didn’t even close the garage door before rushing back inside. Jiang He had a sixty percent probability that this anxious person was Hannah; her urgency likely stemmed from someone being at home.
The garage should lead directly into the house without needing to enter through the front door.
While Jiang He observed, the front door opened and a woman stepped out.
He looked at her; she appeared to be nearly fifty years old, although records indicated she had just turned forty. A quick glance revealed that she was dressed entirely in designer brands—her simple outfit likely costing tens of thousands of Renminbi.
The woman's finger joints were thick and her skin rough; she seemed to have endured hardships in her past.
Several people followed her into the house, and Jiang He did not hesitate to join them.
As Jiang He stepped through the door, he noticed a flickering red dot above the doorframe. It was likely a camera, serving the purpose of a peephole.
The woman remained silent, and Jiang He caught sight of a corner of the sofa.
To the left of the living room was a row of luxurious sofas, but that wasn't the main focus. What caught Jiang He's attention was a corner of the sofa where a shoulder bag lay. The bag was wide open, and inside, he could see stacks of bright red hundred-dollar bills.
Next to this bag, the sofa was slightly sunken, indicating that there had previously been another bag in that spot. On the coffee table facing these two bags, an ashtray contained a dozen cigarette butts.
In an instant, all these details flooded into Jiang He's mind, revealing an important piece of information: the person who had been sitting there smoking had just left.
At that moment, Jiang He thought of an exit—the garage door he had seen when he entered.
With this thought in mind, Jiang He turned and ran outside.
Just as he pushed open the door and dashed out, he saw someone ahead carrying a shoulder bag identical to the one in the room, quickly making their way out. Without a doubt, Jiang He was certain that this person was none other than Feng Bin, who had just returned home.
Feng Bin had never run so fast in his life because he knew that if he stopped, death awaited him. He couldn't understand what had gone wrong or why the police had discovered him as soon as he returned home. It was as if he didn't comprehend how he had ended up on this path of crime.
As Feng Bin ran frantically, tears streamed down his face.
He recalled the last time he had run like this—it was back in college. He remembered running under the setting sun; it represented his lost youth.
Having driven for years without exercise, he could barely manage a few hundred meters before gasping for breath. After crossing a street, he glanced back to see Jiang He hot on his heels.
"Criminal!" Jiang He shouted as he chased Feng Bin closely. "Stop him! The person ahead is a murderer!"
It was evening, and most people were just getting off work. The narrow street was lined with various food stalls, bustling with diners coming and going while bystanders filled the area. Based on his analysis, Jiang He estimated there was a sixty percent chance that some good Samaritans would rush out from the sidewalk to stop the frail Feng Bin.
But this time, Jiang He was wrong; his probability theory failed him.
Jiang He's shout inadvertently aided Feng Bin. As he yelled "murderer," what had been a crowded street suddenly parted like the Red Sea. Upon hearing that the man running ahead was a criminal, people scrambled to get as far away as possible.
This scene left Jiang He perplexed. In his expectations, Feng Bin wasn't particularly imposing and carried no weapons. Seventy percent of those around should have been capable of stopping him or even subduing him on the spot. Yet none of what Jiang He anticipated occurred.
Feng Bin ran more smoothly now.
Although Jiang He did not understand where his calculations had gone wrong, he realized that if he kept shouting, Feng Bin would likely escape. So, he stopped yelling and focused solely on running forward, like a tireless machine.
Despite his slender build, Jiang He had one advantage: he did not own a car. Therefore, unless it was an urgent matter, he always walked wherever he went. His stamina was far superior to Feng Bin's, and he could see that he was about to catch up with him.
Seeing Jiang He getting closer, Feng Bin felt a surge of urgency. In a moment of desperation, he yanked his backpack forward, pulled the zipper open, and then tossed it upward with all his might. Coins spilled out, shimmering enticingly in the sunlight—this was the most beautiful sight in the world.
The man selling pancakes dropped the egg he was holding, the fruit vendor abandoned her large watermelon, and a couple enjoying ice cream discarded their cones. Only a three-year-old friend with a lollipop remained oblivious to what was happening. Clapping his hands, he watched the chaos unfold around him, finding it all quite amusing.
People rushed forward in a frenzy—some jumped, some ran, some shouted, and others clamored.
"Damn it, I saw it first!"
"Don't push! There's plenty for everyone!"
"Hey kid, call Grandma to come pick up the money!"
Like a tidal wave, the crowd quickly blocked the road.
Jiang He found himself swept along by the throng; there was no way for him to run anymore.
Amidst the surging crowd, Jiang He calculated quickly in his mind: at the end of this street was a T-junction. The left path would loop back to Feng Bin's home, while the right led to Sifeng Street. Feng Bin would likely turn at the first intersection to avoid being spotted.
That route had only one exit. After exiting, Feng Bin wouldn’t take a taxi; otherwise, the police would easily track him down through the driver. Given Feng Bin's cleverness, it was most probable that he would take a taxi to a distant location and then get out in an area without surveillance, allowing the empty cab to continue to its destination.
The distance couldn't be too long; otherwise, police cars would follow closely behind.
Jiang He closed his eyes and pondered this scenario until suddenly he opened them wide.
Sifeng Bridge.
The train tracks ran above Sifeng Bridge. It was highly likely that Feng Bin would exit at Sifeng Bridge Tunnel and then take the stairs up to the bridge before climbing over the barbed wire onto the tracks. From there, he could hide in a coal truck's compartment to evade capture. If luck was on his side, by the time the police intercepted that taxi, he might already be outside Dragon City.
Overall, the probability of this scenario is fifty percent.
Of course, there is another possibility: Feng Bin could get out of the car under the bridge and then take another taxi to leave. The limitation of this possibility lies in timing; if there were no taxis passing under the bridge at that moment, then Feng Bin would be caught there. The probability of this scenario is forty percent, but it is not very feasible.
These are the two most significant possibilities that Jiang He analyzed in an instant. Of course, if Feng Bin is smarter than Jiang He, he might come up with an even cleverer way to escape.
Whether or not they can catch Feng Bin hinges on Sifeng Bridge.
With this thought in mind, Jiang He immediately ran in the opposite direction.
If he were to follow Feng Bin's path, he would have to go through two streets, where the probability of hailing a taxi on those narrow streets is only ten percent. However, by running in the opposite direction, he only needs to cross one street, where the probability of getting a taxi rises to ninety percent.
Comparing the two options, Jiang He naturally chose the route that was both closer and easier to hail a taxi.
"Sifeng Bridge Tunnel."
Jiang He flagged down a taxi.
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