Chapter 239

"Fingerprints were collected from both the handgun and the knife."

"There are also bloodstains on the murder weapon."

"They were sent for testing this afternoon; results should be out before midnight."

Hearing Hua Ping nodded.

He walked into the warehouse.

Where the flashlight beam reached,

he first saw two bodies; about five or six meters away, there were three more.

Five bodies in total.

"Three of them died from gunshot wounds."

"The other two from knife wounds."

"One of them even had his hand severed."

As the person beside him spoke, Hearing Hua Ping frowned.

He bent down to examine them closely.

"In the nearby car, we found drugs and some cash."

"They must be—drug dealers?"

Hearing Hua Ping nodded. "Drug dealers we've been tracking for a long time—indeed, they deserve the death penalty, but they should be punished by the law."

"It looks like an internal feud. The bullets were fired from the same handgun; the fingerprint analysis on the gun is almost complete."

Hearing Hua Ping shone his flashlight on the severed wrist of one of the bodies.

The cut was very clean.

The result of a single slash.

Beside him stood a person holding a knife.

The knife wasn't particularly long, nor short. Although severing a hand with a single slash using such a knife is difficult, it is not impossible.

"What is the condition of the cut?" Hearing Hua Ping asked.

"It was made by a sharp blade similar to that knife, so it must have been this knife."

Hearing Hua Ping nodded.

But based on his experience, there was no need to waste too much time on such superficial matters.

Even fingerprints and bloodstains.

If this was indeed a shootout between drug dealers, then the fingerprints and bloodstains would naturally be beyond doubt.

But if not.

If someone else was responsible.

Then, having carefully staged it as a shootout scene, the fingerprints and bloodstains would naturally be disguised and covered, leaving no loopholes.

However.

Hearing Hua Ping knew there were other matters.

He knew.

This group traveled north to Mohe to find someone.

The streamer named Brother Shiguang, Ning Chen.

Why did they end up in this warehouse in the wasteland?

A shootout among themselves?

That sounds highly unlikely.

After all, based on the information Hearing Hua Ping currently possesses.

Basong traveled north to execute a blood oath mission for the Gulf family.

His target was Ning Chen, and the remaining four were his subordinates.

A shootout, even if there were huge conflicts between them, makes no sense.

But Ning Chen's livestream went offline after he finished singing that song last night.

He has not gone live since.

After a while,

the city's forensic laboratory sent a message.

It was exactly as Hearing Hua Ping had surmised.

The fingerprints on the gun belonged to two people and matched the two bodies at the scene perfectly.

The bloodstains and fingerprints on the knife also belonged to the bodies at the scene.

Judging from these pieces of evidence, the fact of an internal gang shootout is basically confirmed.

Hearing Hua Ping surveyed the warehouse for a while longer but found nothing new.

He walked out of the warehouse and headed toward the three cars nearby.

Then, he began searching inside the cars.

According to the earlier investigation by the Mohe police, there were plastic-wrapped drugs inside. It was unknown whether they were for personal use or for sale, but the quantity was significant; with such an amount, the death penalty was unavoidable.

But as Hearing Hua Ping had said,

even if it is the death penalty, it should be decided by the law.

Hearing Hua Ping climbed out of the car.

In his hand, he held a stack of hundred-yuan banknotes.

It looked to be around three thousand.

"Is that all there is in the car?" Hearing Hua Ping asked.

"Apart from that, there are just some basic supplies; nothing special."

Hearing Hua Ping pondered for a moment, then suddenly said:

"That's strange."

"Hmm?"

"Five people—why use three cars?"

Hearing Hua Ping's words suddenly made the surrounding police officers fall silent.

This obviously unnatural detail had gone unnoticed by anyone before!

Five people could easily fit in two cars at most.

In fact, they could even squeeze into a single car.

But why use three cars?

As Hearing Hua Ping spoke these words, the name Did Ning Chen kept surfacing in his mind.

There was only one possibility: one car couldn't hold too many people.

But suppose—they had already found and captured that Did Ning Chen.

Two cars would still be more than enough; why three?

"What about the caller's information?"

"The other party concealed it and requested anonymity—but of course, we will find them. We have already locked onto their number and sent someone to investigate," said the person beside him.

Hearing Hua Ping nodded.

The stack of hundred-yuan notes in his hand lightly slapped against his other hand.

He was thinking about the current situation.

Every crime leaves flaws and loopholes.

This is a truth.

In this world, there is no crime without evidence.

This is the experience and lesson Hearing Hua Ping has summarized over so many years.

The banknotes in his hand rustled, rustled.

As Yu Guang glanced over, he suddenly felt that two bills in the middle of the stack in his hand were a bit strange.

It seemed something was stuck on them.

He picked them up and pulled out those two hundred-yuan notes.

Those were two torn banknotes, with some tears in the middle.

And to prevent further damage, they had been taped with white adhesive tape.