Chapter 516: Han Fei: I Fucking Thank You

In fact, the words Xu Mo just said to Han Fei were half his speculation and half pure nonsense.

He himself isn't even sure whether Xu Mo's statement is accurate, but he knows that arriving at Binjiang Bridge before 6:30 will definitely yield something.

Because… the system's clue to him said exactly that.

Xu Mo told Han Fei that mainly to make Han Fei believe the murderer truly roams Binjiang Bridge repeatedly to satisfy his perverse desires, thereby persuading Han Fei and the officers to go to Binjiang Bridge with him right now.

Compared with going after the suspect alone, bringing everyone along means that when the murderer is finally caught, the crowd won't pepper him with questions; they'll just think Xu Mo's judgment is sharp, saving Xu Mo the effort of explaining.

"Then let's set off!" Han Fei nodded.

He said that outwardly, but inside Han Fei thought: whether it works or not, treat a dead horse as if it were alive.

Although Xu Mo's reasoning was a bit arbitrary, what if, as he claimed, the murderer does indeed frequent the bridge to satisfy his perverse cravings?

If they don't verify it, wouldn't they be missing the chance to solve the case?

Even if the odds are only one percent, Han Fei intends to give it a try.

After all, even a tiny hope is still a hope, far better than his original plan to temporarily shelve the case.

Temporarily shelving the case almost means the Police Station will abandon the investigation.

For Han Fei, any glimmer of hope prompts him to try his utmost.

The two walked out of the office, one ahead of the other.

As soon as they stepped outside, the sight that met their eyes was the whole group of officers looking listless.

The case was unclear, even with no starting point, and they felt frustrated.

"Why is everyone hanging their heads in defeat? This case isn't completely hopeless." Seeing the officers' demeanor, Han Fei admonished: "Cheer up! Team Leader Xu just offered an idea; perhaps it can uncover the truth of the case."

Hearing this, the officers who had been sluggish instantly perked up, each raising their heads to look at Han Fei and Xu Mo.

"What idea?"

"I knew Team Leader Xu must have a trick up his sleeve!"

"Han Team, what do you need us to do?"

"……"

"First change into plainclothes, then meet at the gate after you're dressed; I'll tell you the details on the way." Han Fei didn't waste time and directly ordered the officers to change into plainclothes.

They intended to lie in wait for a suspect; wearing police uniforms would be a dead giveaway, and even if the murderer habitually strolls the bridge, the uniformed officers could easily scare him off.

"Alright!" the officers scrambled to their feet, ready to change into plainclothes.

In no time, the officers who had been in uniform swapped into plainclothes and gathered at the Police Station entrance.

……

Binjiang Bridge.

6:07.

The bridge not only accommodates motor vehicles, but also has fenced lanes on both sides for pedestrians and non‑motorized traffic.

Some nearby residents choose to stroll on the bridge after meals, enjoy the breeze, and aid digestion.

At the same time, young couples treat it as a hotspot for taking photos.

After all, holding hands on the bridge to watch the sunset is a pretty nice option.

It's worth noting that today Binjiang Bridge is bustling, with many more stalls than before.

There are stalls selling Chinese crepe roll, rice noodle rolls, small toys, as well as icy jelly and candied hawthorn.

Even a beggar draped in a tattered blanket with a broken bowl in front, and a flag‑waving fortune‑teller also appeared on the bridge.

All of these people were, without exception, officers in disguise.

When it comes to camouflage, they're professionals!

Among them, the fortune‑teller is Xu Mo, the Chinese crepe roll seller is Han Fei, the toy seller is Li Chen, the candied hawthorn seller is Chen Ke, and…

As for the one draped in a tattered blanket with a broken bowl on the ground begging, that's Wang Dachuan.

"Please, please be kind…," taking advantage of the constant shouting while pedestrians pass, Wang Dachuan slyly scanned everyone who walked by with his little eyes.

Meanwhile.

Han Fei was also surrounded by three youngsters speaking with a Jinshi accent.

"Never thought I'd run into a Chinese crepe roll seller here… Hey, could I get a set?"

"I want one too; damn, it's been ages since I've had Chinese crepe roll."

"I'll have one as well."

Seeing those youngsters, Han Fei was instantly stunned.

I don't even know how to make Chinese crepe roll!

But Han Fei knew clearly that he couldn't reveal himself now; if he did, tonight's setup would be wasted.

Moreover, it could alert the murderer; if the investigation were delayed, he'd become a major culprit, and Han Fei didn't want that.

Fortunately, he had bought Chinese crepe roll before, so he knew the basics: spread batter on a hot iron plate in a circle, then add fillings.

Just a single circle; it shouldn't be hard, Han Fei thought.

With that thought, Han Fei gritted his teeth, smiled, grabbed the pancake‑making gear, scooped a ladle of batter from the bucket, and dramatically flung it onto the iron plate; at first glance, it really looked the part.

"Everyone, what would you like? Any restrictions? Want lettuce, ham, or sausage?"

"No, no, none of that. I've seen some pretentious folks with lettuce and ham… that's damn a cult! Wait, from your accent you're not from Jinshi, are you?"

Han Fei gave a nervous laugh, then shook his head: "No, I'm from Yangcheng."

"If you're not from Jinshi, why are you selling 'authentic Jinshi' Chinese crepe roll… fine, I'll pass." Upon hearing Han Fei wasn't from Jinshi, especially learning he wanted to add lettuce and ham, the youngster instantly lost interest in Han Fei's pancakes.

Hearing that, Han Fei let out a breath, 'Fine, I don't want it, fine!' He really couldn't make that thing.

Setting up the stall was solely to conceal his identity.

But just as Han Fei was secretly rejoicing.

Among the three, the slightly more honest-looking young man spoke up next. ωωw.. net

He pointed at the item Han Fei was holding in his hand and urged his companion.

"Even the boss has started setting up the pancake stall, and you're saying you don't want it? That's not right. Just buy it as I said—it's a small business, it can't stand being tossed around."

After saying that, the young man who looked more honest and simple smiled at Han Fei: "Right, boss, it's fine, keep going, we still want more."

Han Fei: "……"

I tm thank you!