Chapter 411: Unlucky Ghost

"Police comrade, you wouldn't be suspecting our boss…"

The manager had already picked up a hint from Xu Mo's words; the police officer in front of him… might be suspecting his boss, right?

Xu Mo waved his hand, "No, I was just asking casually: do you know what kind of person your boss's crimes are against?"

He deftly defused the manager's question with a single sentence.

Although Xu Mo was indeed suspecting the Insurance Company's boss, it was only his own suspicion; the matter involved the case's inner details, and Xu Mo had no intention of revealing his true thoughts to the manager—if he were to say anything, it would be only to his colleagues.

So the police comrade wasn't suspecting our boss after all; he just wanted to understand the situation. From his tone, the thief might be our boss's enemy? The manager shook his head.

"What kind of person his crimes target… I can't vouch for that, but as far as I know, there aren't any."

"Is this Insurance Company the only enterprise under your boss's name?" Xu Mo changed the question.

The manager answered almost without thinking: "Well, our boss only has this one Insurance Company, no other enterprises."

"You're so sure? Are you close with your boss?"

"Hehe…" The manager scratched his head and whispered, "Our boss is my brother‑in‑law; how could I not know what enterprises he has?"

I see… Xu Mo grew even more suspicious of the Insurance Company's boss.

Since he only has the Insurance Company, there's no reason he wouldn't be concerned about such a huge theft.

Having only one enterprise suggests he's not overly busy; a few hours have passed since the incident, so logically the Insurance Company's boss should have come to inquire about the case.

Unless he truly doesn't care about the theft at all, whether the stolen items are recovered or not would be irrelevant to him.

But that shouldn't be the case.

He doesn't fear a massive compensation claim?

"Who is the company's legal representative?"

"It's me," the manager said, his expression as unpleasant as if he'd eaten a fly. "Police comrade, you must catch those damned thieves, or I'll be finished…"

His concern wasn't just because the Insurance Company collapsing would make him unemployed, nor because it's his brother‑in‑law's enterprise, but because he is the company's legal representative—could he not worry?

As everyone knows, the legal representative is the scapegoat.

When a company thrives, the legal representative may not share the success, but when it fails, the first unlucky one is inevitably the legal representative!

Xu Mo looked at the manager with sympathy, thinking the poor unlucky guy, and patted his shoulder: "We will… Do you have your brother‑in‑law's phone number?"

"Got it!"

"Give it to me," Xu Mo pulled out his phone, ready to note down the Insurance Company boss's number; he'll need it later.

"13705…"

Meanwhile.

In the alley behind the Insurance Company.

"Where's Xu Mo? Did you see Xu Mo?" Han Fei realized that Xu Mo was missing.

The officers all shook their heads, indicating they hadn't seen Xu Mo.

They had just been busy searching the scene for clues, their minds fully on that, so they naturally had no time for anything else.

"That Xu Mo…" Han Fei couldn't help shaking his head.

The case was half‑investigated and the person ran away—how sloppy. When we get back, we must give him a good scolding!

After a pause, Han Fei looked at the officers: "Did you find any clues?"

"No, Han Team, the scene has been cleaned, very thoroughly. We found no fingerprints, footprints, or weapon around the victim… there are fingerprints on the trash bag in the trash can, but I guess they're from the Insurance Company's cleaning staff," Li Chen said, "Do you think we should extract the fingerprints from the bag?"

The alley is behind the Insurance Company, with no residents nearby; aside from the company's cleaning staff and sanitation workers, few people ever come.

The corpse and its surroundings left no clues, clearly having been deliberately cleaned.

The only place with fingerprints is the trash bag in the trash can; the perpetrator didn't clean those.

However, the fingerprints on the bag are most likely from the Insurance Company's cleaner discarding trash, and hold no value.

"No need, the fingerprints on the bag are worthless," Han Fei's eyebrows twisted into a frown.

Those fingerprints are useless; he's too lazy to waste time extracting them. The killer came to silence a victim, not to touch a trash bag after the murder.

Moreover, even if the killer did touch the bag, given his cautious nature, he would have cleaned the bag's prints while clearing the area around the corpse, leaving no trace.

"Then, Han Team, what's the next step?" Li Chen asked.

Han Fei tugged at his hair.

Honestly, he didn't know where to start.

After thinking for a while, Han Fei finally said, "Let's check the surveillance around the Insurance Company; maybe we'll find something."

…

Outskirts.

Abandoned factory.

A fully loaded truck slowly stopped at the factory entrance.

A dark‑skinned man with a scar across his face stepped out of the cab.

Waiting for him was a man in a suit.

"Boss, per your orders, everything's done; I've taken care of everyone involved in this. Now this matter, heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know," the dark‑skinned man stuck out his blood‑red tongue, licked his slightly dry lips, and smiled.

The suit man nodded, "Hmm… is everything cleaned up?"

"Don't worry, boss. We're professionals; we left no trace. I was careful on the way here, no tail."

To prevent leaks, after the job, on the way back, the dark‑skinned man, under the boss's orders, killed all his accomplices.

So far, only he and his boss know about this; no third party does.

Besides preventing exposure, there's another benefit: the fewer people alive, the larger the share of the money!

"Well done." The suit man gave a rare smile, pulled a bank card from his pocket and tossed it: "There's ten million in the card; take it. Find a place to hide for a while. After a few days, when the heat dies down, I'll sell this batch of goods, and once I get the money, I'll split the remainder with you."

"Thanks, boss! I'll head back now; after the goods are sold, don't forget me," the dark‑skinned man said excitedly, taking the bank card and turning away.

The next second.

Pfft!

The dark‑skinned man felt a tearing pain in his chest; looking down, he only then realized that a silver‑white point stained with fresh blood was protruding from his chest—a dagger.

The dagger pierced his heart, chilling him to the core.

The one who stabbed him from behind was, of course, his boss.

As the dark‑skinned man teetered on the brink of death, a voice whispered in his ear: "I let you hold it… you really dared to take it?"

"Boss, you…," before he could finish the sentence, the dark‑skinned man's eyes rolled back and he fell dead.

The man in the suit withdrew the dagger, took a pocket handkerchief from his jacket to wipe the blood from his hands, bent down and retrieved the bank card…