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"Just now, we found that Jiang He made a call and received a call using Li Weiyi's SIM card," the technician said to Wang Chao. "The outgoing call was to a previously received out-of-town number, and the incoming call was from Li Weiyi's company, with the location near the police station."
Wang Chao tugged at his hair. "What on earth is Jiang He up to?"
"What about the surveillance?" Wang Chao asked.
Another detective replied, "Jiang He has excellent counter-surveillance skills. After Jinlun Road, the cameras lost sight of him. It's clear he was avoiding them. We can only confirm he headed south, but there are many forks in the road afterward, and we can't track him down..."
"Jiang He, oh Jiang He," Wang Chao muttered to himself. "What are you really up to?"
Midnight.
As Two Donkeys patrolled, everything around him felt eerie. He Hui Juan and Wu Guifeng had been dead for four hours now, but it hadn't been long since their spirits could return at any moment. This made Two Donkeys anxious every night during his patrols; he felt an overwhelming chill in the air and sensed someone following him.
According to the elders, if something sinister is behind you, you must never look back—especially if you hear someone calling your name. If you turn around, your soul could be taken by a ghost.
Two Donkeys firmly believed in these tales.
At that moment, he heard footsteps behind him. The sound grew faster and faster; Two Donkeys felt that whatever it was was very close behind him. But he dared not turn around. Gripping his flashlight tighter, he quickened his pace, his heart racing in his chest.
Suddenly, he heard a voice calling from behind him: "Two Donkeys!"
Two Donkeys jumped in fright; he knew there was a ghost behind him! He began humming a tune to bolster his courage. But then came another voice calling his name, and he could no longer hold back—he took off running. However, as he ran, the voice grew louder and closer, whatever it was chasing him relentlessly.
At that moment, a hand landed on Two Donkeys' shoulder.
He froze in terror, his body paralyzed and unable to move.
Then, he saw a face, this face was Jiang He. Jiang He walked up to Two Donkeys and said: "Two Donkeys, what are you doing running so fast?" "It's you." A big stone in Two Donkeys's heart fell to the ground: "What do you want to do. " Jiang He said: "Go back and tell your captain that I will stay at He Hui Juan's house tonight. After leaving, I feel that Jiang He should really be a security guard. People like him would probably dare to patrol no matter how dark and scary the place is. There should be nothing that scares him. Jiang He came to He Hui Juan's home again. He opened He Hui Juan's computer and then logged into He Hui Juan's QQ. What Jiang He needs to do now is to know two things. Who proposed the class reunion a month ago? Jiang He compared everyone on QQ one by one, and he flipped through the chat records page by page. Finally in the middle of the night, Jiang He found this person. On He Hui Juan's QQ, there is a group of high school classmates, with a total of fifty-three members. Judging from the chat records, this class reunion was not specifically proposed by anyone, but someone casually mentioned it during the chat. After that, another person began to arrange a time for the gathering and took the initiative to contact his classmates. So with the help of this classmate and after a few arrangements, a time was set for the party. It was confirmed on the spot that more than 20 students were participating. These people were all around 24 or 25 years old. Some had just graduated from college and had not yet found a job, and some had been working for several years. In the chat group, Jiang He saw the message sent by Feng Bin, and he was very happy to attend this party. He Hui Juan I don’t usually chat in this group, but I decided to attend this class reunion. What Jiang He wants to do is to find the organizer’s information before it comes out. It is not an easy task to do this with just a QQ account. Most people cannot do it, but Jiang He is not an ordinary person. The name He Hui Juan noted for this person is Fu Qianwei, and Jiang He has a 90% probability that this is the real name of the organizer. Then Jiang He entered the QQ space of Fu Qianwei. When he entered the QQ space, Jiang He discovered that almost all of his life was recorded in the space of Fu Qianwei. Whether you go to the park or eat something, Fu Qianwei will be posted in your own space.
Jiang He began to sift through the pile of information, searching for anything that could be useful to him.
First, he established a node: photos or posts from the past six months.
Next, he organized all the location information he had gathered and opened a map of Dragon City on his phone. After inputting all the locations, he discovered that Fu Qianwei's activities were mostly concentrated in Wanlin District, with occasional visits to the city center.
This led Jiang He to almost instantly conclude that Fu Qianwei's home was located in the Wanlin District.
With the area identified, Jiang He started analyzing the messages written by Fu Qianwei one by one:
"Drinking coffee nearby again. I wonder when my special someone will arrive." (Accompanied by a photo of a Starbucks.)
This message was crucial. Jiang He immediately searched for Starbucks locations in Wanlin District on Dragon City’s map and found only two: one on Yunhua Street and another on Victory Road.
He then found a picture taken by Fu Qianwei from her window. From the image, Jiang He noticed several tall buildings. He quickly used Google Earth to compare the architectural landscape near both Starbucks locations. After a few minutes of comparison, he confirmed that the location in question was on Yunhua Street.
Jiang He then searched online for information about the nearby area while mentally comparing it with the angle of the photo. Soon, he deduced that to capture that angle, it must have been taken from Rainforest District. By comparing heights, a complete picture formed in Jiang He's mind:
"Rainforest District, Building 3, Apartment 01."
Through Baidu search, Jiang He discovered that a year and a half ago, this apartment owner had posted rental information. This meant it wasn't Fu Qianwei's property but rather a place she rented. From his analysis, it appeared she lived there alone.
Although she had been cautious not to reveal her address publicly, it was still easy for someone observant to piece together this information: a relatively attractive single woman had been renting Room 01 in Wanlin District's Yunhua Street in Rainforest District for a year and a half.
Often, people know everything about you simply because you inadvertently expose your own information.
After spending several hours researching, Jiang He not only learned where Fu Qianwei lived but also discovered her preferences: she enjoyed spicy food, liked squid, and favored matcha-flavored desserts. He noted that she disliked sour foods and animals, enjoyed writing alone, loved reading horror stories, had specific tastes in men, sometimes worked until ten o'clock before returning home, and often felt lonely.
Most people share everything in their social circles simply to gain attention from others, just to avoid feeling lonely.
But this time, Jiang He began searching for information about her for a specific reason related to Understand. What if the next person he looked into was a bad one?
It was a weekday, and Jiang He didn’t want to go through the trouble of searching for her company’s address. However, if he wanted to, he could certainly find clues in Fu Qianwei’s posts.
After finishing everything, Jiang He glanced at his watch; it was around four in the morning.
At that moment, Jiang He felt no trace of sleepiness. His dark circles were becoming more pronounced, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes were increasing, yet he simply wasn’t tired. His sleep schedule was extremely irregular; sometimes he barely slept at all, while other times he would sleep for hours on end.
Telas and Da Vinci only needed about three hours of sleep. Jiang He wondered if they also had heavy dark circles like him. He felt that Einstein’s situation was most similar to his own—working through several nights without sleep and then sleeping for over ten hours during his free time.
Unable to fall asleep, Jiang He turned to the window and began counting the stars.
“One.”
“Two.”
“…”
“Eight.”
Due to severe pollution over the years, Jiang He only counted eight stars before he finished.
During this period of boredom, Fu Qianwei was sleeping soundly.
Last night, Fu Qianwei had scrolled through Weibo until the early hours. She had almost reminded herself to go to bed early but never managed to do so. It wasn’t until the alarm rang for the third time that she dragged herself out of bed with sleepy eyes.
She was washing up while heating milk.
It was six o'clock in the morning.
After six-thirty, she would have to rush to catch the subway, where she could catch up on some sleep.
But just then, she heard the doorbell ring. This startled Fu Qianwei; she had lived here for a long time and hardly anyone ever came to visit her. Besides, who would come looking for her at six in the morning?
Could it be the landlord?
As Fu Qianwei sipped her milk, she walked to the door. Peering through the peephole, she saw a person standing there. The first thing that caught her eye was a large dark circle under their eyes, and then she got a clearer view of the person. It was a frail-looking middle-aged man with unkempt hair and a scruffy beard.
Fu Qianwei didn’t recognize him. “Who are you?”
“I’m a police officer,” Jiang He replied. “Your high school classmate He Hui Juan was murdered, and we suspect it is related to the class reunion two and a half months ago. You were the organizer of that reunion, and I’m here to ask you some questions.”
“He Hui Juan is dead?”
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