Chapter 396: This Is Murder

Wang Dachuan's skill is known to everyone.

His words cannot be used as a reference.

When it comes to autopsy authority, the police officers first think of Xu Mo.

In their eyes, the forensic doctors at the Police Station are not as skilled as Xu Mo.

The few exchanged glances and instantly reached an agreement.

"We should still ask Team Leader Xu."

As he said, Chen Ke took out his phone, took a picture of the scene, and sent it to Xu Mo.

Seeing that, a middle‑aged woman nearby showed a flicker of doubt in her eyes: "Police comrade, is there a problem?"

Chen Ke glanced at her and then shook his head.

"Nothing, the scene of a homicide must be photographed; that's routine."

Until it's clear whether the deceased committed suicide or was murdered, the case details cannot be revealed to outsiders, not even to the reporting party.

The middle‑aged woman, after hearing Chen Ke's explanation, felt reassured; TV dramas indeed show it that way—when the police arrive at a homicide scene, they usually take photos.

Meanwhile.

Police Station.

In Xu Mo's new office.

"What was that person who just came to you for? I saw you all seemed to be signing something—was it a confidentiality agreement? Why didn't he have me sign?" Han Fei asked, puzzled.

He was also there yesterday, so logically, if a supplemental confidentiality agreement were required, he would have to sign it as well.

Upon hearing that, Xu Mo took out a newly signed Contract and handed it to Han Fei: "It's not a confidentiality agreement."

"Share transfer Contract?" scanning the Contract Xu Mo gave him, Han Fei was momentarily stunned.

However, quickly, as if he had seen something remarkable, his face turned astonished, eyes widened, he looked at the Contract Xu Mo handed over, then at Xu Mo.

Good fellow… the Contract Xu Mo just signed is PetroChina's share transfer Contract.

The other side transferred to Xu Mo a 1% Dry Share for a price of one yuan.

Even though it's just one percent, that's enough to surprise Han Fei.

This isn't some small company's one percent stake; it's PetroChina's one percent Dry Share!

Even a one percent Dry Share yields an astronomical amount of yearly dividends.

"Damn…," Han Fei felt a deep envy.

Why wasn't I the one who got the Aircraft Carrier?

This means I won't have to worry for a lifetime!

No, not only will I never worry in this life, but my descendants won't either; even if they just lounge all day doing nothing, they can live well on the dividends.

Just then, Xu Mo's phone vibrated a few times.

Chen Ke sent him several photos along with a sentence.

After looking at the photos Chen Ke sent, Xu Mo's face took on a contemplative expression.

Han Fei was still staring at the share transfer Contract, completely unaware of Xu Mo's expression shift.

The next second, Xu Mo spoke.

"Han Team, the report we just received seems suspicious."

Xu Mo's words pulled Han Fei out of his shocked mood; he reluctantly put down the Contract and looked at Xu Mo: "What's suspicious?"

"It wasn't suicide; it was a premeditated homicide."

"Huh!? Murder?"

"Right, look…," Xu Mo placed his phone on the table and pushed it toward Han Fei: "The color of the victim's blood is off, and the livor mortis on the body is also off; both are cherry‑red. Moreover, after death the victim was still tightly gripping a fruit knife used for a 'suicide', which is problematic. Normally, after death the muscles relax and the hand naturally releases. If it were suicide, the victim couldn't be holding the fruit knife. Additionally, the wound is on an artery, so blood would gush out massively, not simply drip down the wrist as we see…"

"He was wrist‑cut after death? Someone forged the wrist‑cut suicide scene?" Han Fei summarized.

"Hmm." Xu Mo nodded and added: "Cherry‑red livor mortis only appears in carbon monoxide poisoning, because CO binds with hemoglobin to form carboxyhemoglobin, which is cherry‑red… The victim's actual cause of death is carbon monoxide poisoning, not wrist‑cutting."

As he spoke, Xu Mo typed the clues he deduced from the photos Chen Ke sent and relayed them to Chen Ke, who was still at the crime scene.

"Interesting… let's also go to the scene," Han Fei said, intending to go with Xu Mo to the crime scene.

They originally thought it was a simple suicide, but it turned out to be a murder.

With a murder involved, Han Fei had to become serious.

The two promptly left the Police Station, driving straight to the crime scene.

Ta Ying Xiao Qu.

Chen Ke displayed Xu Mo's response to the group.

Sure enough, it truly wasn't suicide!

Wang Dachuan excitedly clenched his fist: "I told you! Seems all that reading I've been doing hasn't been wasted, it's useful!"

His judgment was correct; though his details couldn't match Xu Mo's discoveries, he at least saw the victim wasn't a suicide and could present corresponding evidence.

The remaining few exchanged glances, then all looked at the woman in the house, the one who reported the body—the victim's mother.

The victim didn't commit suicide; the suicide scene was fabricated.

When they first arrived, they had already inspected the room's door; the lock bore no signs of tampering, and the windows were sealed. The woman holding the house key naturally became their suspect.

Only she had the conditions to commit the crime.

She is the main suspect.

Realizing the officers were all watching her, the woman's expression shifted slightly.

"Wh‑what's wrong, police comrade?"

"You come back and find your son dead on the sofa?" Chen Ke asked.

"Yeah……", the woman nodded, her expression a little panicked: "Didn't I just say that? I became like this as soon as I got back today, and then I called the police."

"You're lying!", Chen Ke said loudly.

The woman's displayed nervousness made him more suspicious of her.

As a police officer, judging whether the suspect is lying from their expression is a required course.

That woman just now was clearly lying.