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After an unknown amount of time, Jiang He woke from his slumber. The morning sunlight streamed through the light blue curtains, gently illuminating his face. He reached out, as if trying to grasp the sunlight in his hands. Moments later, he realized it was already seven-thirty in the morning.
Jiang He had never slept so soundly before, without dreams or memories, just a deep sleep until dawn. For him, this was the most comfortable sleep he had experienced in many years. He couldn't quite understand why he had listened to Old Shao discuss so many abstract questions about justice and life.
In the past, Jiang He would have considered philosophy to be utterly useless, merely discussing something ethereal with no material basis. He never paid attention to such things; he focused on tangible matters. Just like how he previously dismissed criminal psychology, believing that conclusions drawn from hypothetical premises were too flawed.
But last night, for the first time, Jiang He found himself wanting to know what it truly meant to be alive, or what justice really was, and what the purpose and significance of his existence were.
This was the change that Old Shao had brought to Jiang He.
After a simple wash-up, Jiang He left the dormitory. Old Shao was already in the office, sipping tea and still holding that enamel cup. Jiang He had learned last night that this cup had a history of its own, even older than he was. The faded lettering of "Yuzhou Public Security Bureau" had completely worn off, leaving only a few specks of red.
"Let's talk," Old Shao said as he saw Jiang He. "Where do you think we should start?"
Hearing the case analysis prompt, Jiang He replied seriously, "Since the Criminal Consultant only left us a ring as a clue, everything might stem from this ring. I observed it closely yesterday; it's made of platinum and appears to be genuine, which means it must have a brand."
Old Shao smiled at Jiang He's words. "Exactly. That's why I've already handed the ring over to Xu Yiman."
At that moment, Yuan Jun walked in with Guan Deng. Upon hearing Old Shao's words, he remarked, "Xu Yiman? Old Shao, giving her the ring is no better than handing it to Cleaner Aunt Wang. I haven't seen Xu Yiman wear makeup in ages, nor have I seen her with any jewelry; she hasn't even worn high heels."
As Yuan Jun spoke, Jiang He's mind immediately recalled his first encounter with Xu Yiman. He remembered her saying that she never wore makeup because cosmetics could potentially affect the scent at a crime scene and thus hinder investigations—even if that impact was minimal.
It was easy to deduce why Xu Yiman didn't wear high heels; they were impractical for walking and even less suitable for chasing down criminals. She had once shared her story with Jiang He during a time when he couldn't grasp what it meant to be oneself; now he understood much more of it.
There is no such thing as empathy in this world; it is merely a closer proximity to tragedy.
While Jiang He was still lost in thought, Xu Yiman spoke up, "Just because I don't wear jewelry doesn't mean I don't understand it. I've done my research, and this ring comes from the Dairy brand. The biggest feature of this brand is that a man can only buy one ring in his lifetime."
"A man can only buy one in his lifetime?" Upon hearing Xu Yiman's words, Yuan Jun couldn't help but exclaim, "Then the manufacturer must be losing money."
Xu Yiman shook her head. "Most people only get married once. If it's a second marriage, they might not even buy a wedding ring. Businessmen are profit-driven; what they do is merely a calculation of interests. Besides, it creates a buzz that attracts customers' attention. This business strategy has indeed helped us; they will soon find out the ring's serial number and inform us of the buyer."
Xu Yiman sat down and added, "And I took a look at the price of that ring. Can you guess how much it costs?"
"Five thousand?" Yuan Jun guessed.
Xu Yiman waved her hand dismissively. "Add another zero."
"Fifty thousand?" Yuan Jun couldn't believe it. "That's so expensive! I think this ring looks rather ordinary; it doesn't even have a diamond on it."
Xu Yiman shrugged. "What do we know about the world of the wealthy? To put it bluntly, a diamond is just a piece of stone. Besides looking good, what value does it really have?"
While they were chatting, the merchant had already sent the buyer's information to Xu Yiman's phone.
"It's here." Xu Yiman opened her phone and showed everyone the information about this person.
Since purchasing a ring requires an ID card, once Guan Deng received the ID number, all the information appeared before them. The person who bought the ring was named Zhao Jie, from Yuzhou City. A few years ago, he moved to Dragon City for work and life. He got married a year ago and currently works as a junior employee at a company.
"Junior staff?" Yuan Jun touched his head and said, "Can a junior staff member really spend fifty thousand dollars on a ring for his wife?"
"It seems Zhao Jie really loves his wife," Xu Yiman replied.
Jiang He stood up and addressed everyone, "The urgent matter right now is to figure out one thing: why did the wedding ring that Zhao Jie gave to his wife end up on Zhang Zong's finger?"
Old Shao nodded, putting down his teacup, and asked Xu Yiman, "Xu Yiman, what’s Zhao Jie's home address? We need to check it out."
"Hero Road, Hero Community," Xu Yiman answered. "Building Two, Unit Five, Apartment 1702."
"That place seems to have relatively cheap housing prices," Yuan Jun remarked. "I had originally planned to buy a place there with a loan after retiring from the military, but unfortunately, I haven't found a girlfriend yet..."
Old Shao heard this and...
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