Chapter 550: They Say I Defame You? Then Go File a Police Report

"Missing? You must be joking. How could my wife possibly go missing?"

"Didn't she go back to her parents' home to visit her mother?"

The man smiled, clearly unconvinced.

Lao Song said: "Five days ago, we received a call from a supervisor at the airline, saying one of their flight attendants failed to report for work. I believe he contacted you, but he also contacted your wife's friends."

"What they said doesn't match yours. Your wife's friends said she went on vacation with another friend."

"We also went to your home. Your nanny said your wife went to another city to visit her sister."

After hearing these words.

The man said: "My wife really is missing! Have you looked for her? Why didn't you call me sooner? I can't lose her!"

The man's behavior perfectly matched that of a husband learning his wife had vanished—utterly flustered.

Chen Fan asked: "You're her husband. How could you not know she was missing after she'd been at her parents' home for so many days?"

The man shook his head and said: "I really didn't know. Before my business trip, my wife was perfectly fine at home."

"After the trip, I was buried in work. We all have busy periods at work, often going days without contact."

"So I had no way of knowing."

Chen Fan didn't ask further, but he had already grasped a fact.

This man was hiding a secret.

This was the airport, and their conversation had drawn the attention of many passersby.

Lao Song had no choice but to bring everyone back into the car.

"Mr. Li, please come with us to the police station for further questioning."

The man offered no resistance, obediently getting into the car.

On the way.

The man kept asking about his wife, showing clear panic.

Not long after.

They returned to the police station.

Before the interrogation, Chen Fan stopped Lao Song: "This man is hiding a secret."

Lao Song said: "You mean… he's likely the suspect?"

Chen Fan said: "I didn't say that. I only noticed he's hiding something. Don't be fooled by how concerned he seems—he stopped loving his wife long ago."

"And this trip—he claims it's business, but really, it was to meet his mistress."

Upon hearing this information.

Lao Song was slightly surprised, but only a little.

He was a seasoned professional who had encountered many such cases.

Wife-murder cases weren't new.

Though there was currently no evidence, all wife-murder cases shared a common pattern.

One spouse had likely fallen out of love.

Love-related killings.

Were the most common.

"Alright, I understand."

Lao Song nodded and walked into the interrogation room.

This exchange between the two was not broadcast.

Inside the interrogation room.

Lao Song asked the man: "Mr. Li, everything you say now will be recorded. You'd better stick to the truth, or it will only add to your charges at trial."

The man didn't respond kindly; instead, he retorted: "You're quite amusing. Haven't I been open enough? Is this how you treat a husband worried about his wife? You've got time to interrogate me and chase after useless, chaotic information—why not increase manpower to find my wife?"

"If you can't do it, let me go find my wife right now!"

The man spoke these words with intense emotion.

Chen Fan said: "You don't need to worry about that. Your most important task now is to cooperate with our investigation. We're doing everything we can to find your wife."

The man said: "Who knows if you're even trying? After all, she's not your wife."

The viewers couldn't hold back.

"This guy's got issues, right? How can he flip his attitude twice in minutes? Just now he was so polite, now he's accusing Chen Fan and the others?"

"You upstairs have no brain at all. When a man's wife goes missing, of course he's panicked. His behavior is natural—he's upset, so what if he says emotional things?"

"Stop whitewashing. What's there to whitewash? As a husband, his wife vanished and didn't contact him for days, and he only found out after returning home? That's too disjointed. I think something's off."

…

Chen Fan said: "Yes, she's not our wife. But you? Do you dare say you're innocent?"

The man's eyes flickered away.

He quickly added: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Chen Fan cut through: "You stopped loving your wife a long time ago. This business trip wasn't just for work—it was to meet your mistress."

Upon hearing this, the man instinctively opened his mouth to deny it.

"This is slander! On what grounds do you say I don't like my wife, and on what grounds do you say I have a mistress?"

"I warn you—this is defamation! I can sue you!"

Chen Fan shrugged, indifferent: "Go ahead. I won't stop you. But before you do, we must solve this case."

"Let me remind you: why do I know this? Because I can see through your secrets."

"And there's another crucial point: think carefully—you're already inside the police station. Every move you make is under surveillance."

The man laughed: "What do you mean, seeing through the secrets in my heart? Do you think you're a god? Stop talking nonsense!"

"You have no evidence to detain me. Let me go; I need to find my wife."

The man's emotions grew increasingly agitated.

Old Song and Chen Fan exchanged a glance. Old Song instructed the others to keep a close watch on the man, then left the interrogation room with Chen Fan.

"Looks like we found no clues."

Old Song shook his head.

In fact, based on the man's reaction and Chen Fan's warning, he already knew certain things.

But knowing is one thing; proving is another.

Without finding the murder weapon and the body, there would be no way to determine that the deceased was indeed dead.

"Then just let him go."

Chen Fan said.

After all, without evidence, the police cannot simply arrest someone.

The audience grew anxious.

"Don't let him go! I feel something is very wrong with him. Isn't this letting the tiger return to the mountains? We absolutely cannot let him go!"