Chapter 191

Very likely.

Liu Qi and Qu Tuotuo belong to the same social stratum and have similar experiences; naturally, she would not worry about food, clothing, shelter, or transportation.

The assets left by Liu Zhengyang—let alone giving her thirty percent—even one percent would be enough for her to live on for several lifetimes.

Moreover, Liu Qi is currently single and has no so-called family burdens.

So money, it seems, is truly not that important to her.

Qu Tuotuo indirectly helped Yu Dazhang analyze Liu Qi's values.

With the answer in hand, Yu Dazhang felt completely at ease.

He held his left hand as a fork and his right as a knife, cutting the steak while speaking as if casually:

"Last time your father gave me a bank card, I didn't take it, and I don't know how much money was in it."

"It was probably a supplementary card." Qu Tuotuo didn't take it seriously and replied offhandedly:

"There's a spending limit on it; not taking it was the right move. Later, I'll get a supplementary card under my name for you."

So it was a supplementary card... Yu Dazhang had been quite curious about the amount in that card, but after hearing Qu Tuotuo's words, he instantly lost interest.

It was probably just a credit card, one whose limit was restricted by Qu Wannian anyway.

Good thing I didn't take it; otherwise, I would have been embarrassed.

"Don't bother getting one; I don't need any supplementary card."

Yu Dazhang waved his hand, then continued cutting the steak with the knife in his hand:

"By the way, what was the limit on that supplementary card your father gave me?"

This was purely idle chat; in his understanding, the limit on a supplementary card was at most a few ten thousand yuan.

The bonus he just received was forty thousand; a few ten thousand yuan was no big deal to him.

"If calculated based on my father's main card limit, the supplementary card's limit is one-fifth of the main card's."

Qu Tuotuo assumed a thoughtful expression, her watery, bright eyes rolling slightly:

"The limit on the card he gave you should be two million."

After these words, she noticed the fat man across from her had frozen.

As if someone had cast a paralysis spell on him, the entire person stood motionless, even his expression locked in place.

"Crack!"

Yu Dazhang applied too much force, and the knife in his hand sliced the steak plate in half.

The next day.

As soon as Yu Dazhang arrived at the detachment, he saw Liu Miao.

"How did the investigation go?" he asked Liu Miao.

It must not have gone smoothly; Yu Dazhang had long suspected as much.

If it had gone smoothly, he would have returned long ago.

This time, Liu Miao was responsible for investigating Liu Qi's social connections; counting the days, he had been investigating for a full five days.

"Let's talk somewhere else," Liu Miao suggested.

Yu Dazhang nodded:

"To the conference room."

I'll have to ask Team Leader Li for a separate office later... Yu Dazhang calculated in his mind.

Holding meetings in the conference room every time something comes up is really inconvenient.

Even if they gave the Cold Case Team a small storage room, at least it would be our own office space.

Arriving at the conference room.

Liu Miao placed a document in front of Yu Dazhang.

"This is my investigation results from these past few days; I organized them into a document last night. Take a look first."

Yu Dazhang opened the folder and began flipping through it.

It's detailed enough.

After reading just two pages, he realized the content in this document had been recorded only after careful investigation and deliberation.

One must admit, Liu Miao is very rigorous and extremely meticulous in his work.

Ten minutes later.

Yu Dazhang had flipped through most of the document; he stopped, looked up at Liu Miao, and asked:

"Why is it all about work-related people and matters?"

He had nearly finished reading the entire document and still hadn't seen any record of Liu Qi having any personal friendships, nor even a single instance of her handling private affairs.

Is she a robot?

The document recorded only Liu Qi's work colleagues, as well as peers and clients she frequently dealt with in business.

Her activities consisted solely of work and attending some social events. No wonder she has always been single; no man could stand such a cold, ice-like woman, right?

"This is all I could find."

Liu Miao looked somewhat exhausted, but more so helpless:

"Liu Qi travels on business very frequently; just during these five days I investigated, she went on business trips twice."

"After one of those business trips, she even met with you."

He even knows that... Yu Dazhang felt a bit impressed by Liu Miao's investigative abilities.

That time I went to the tea house to meet Liu Qi, yet I didn't notice anyone watching.

But then again, I asked you to investigate, not to stalk.

"She doesn't have a single friend?" Yu Dazhang asked unwillingly:

"Neighbors, classmates, childhood playmates—none of them maintained long-term contact with her?"

"No." Liu Miao shook her head, a trace of disappointment flashing across her face:

"I delayed so many days just to investigate her private life, yet the result was still nothing."

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At her age, that shouldn't be the case... Yu Dazhang muttered to himself.

According to normal logic, people only start to prefer solitude after growing older.

Liu Qi is only twenty-eight; at this age, hormones are at their peak.

Remaining single for so long is strange enough, yet she has not a single friend.

When he last met Liu Qi, he detected no signs of any mental illness in her.

She didn't even look like someone with depression.

A workaholic?

Probably only such a reason could explain it.

Such people share a trait: they desperately need to prove themselves to others.

It is both a personality trait and a psychological barrier.

They typically exhibit obsessive symptoms at work; if they do not work frantically, they experience anxiety, distress, and other emotions.

Yu Dazhang then continued reading the rest of the document.

The latter part recorded Liu Qi's experiences studying abroad.

In his view, even overseas, her life remained dull and boring.

However, one point was commendable: Liu Qi's academic grades were excellent.

This case is too grinding... Yu Dazhang irritably pinched the bridge of his brow, then looked at Liu Miao:

"Was there nothing abnormal about the people and things she encountered?"

"Abnormal, you say..." Liu Miao pondered, thinking for a moment before speaking:

"She once donated to a university; to be precise, she donated to a laboratory under that university."

"Although she frequently participated in some social activities, she did so always in the company's name."

"This was the only time she donated in her personal name."

"By the way, I heard she later donated equipment to that laboratory as well, also in her personal name."

A laboratory? Yu Dazhang immediately took notice.

Normal people do everything with a purpose, except the mentally ill.

For example, falling in love is to satisfy both physical and spiritual needs.

Studying is to acquire knowledge.

Working is to earn money.

Every big or small action a person takes has a purpose.

For a rational, aloof workaholic like Liu Qi, the purposefulness of her actions would be even stronger.

Expecting her to donate out of kindness? Don't even think about it.

"A poor boy received 700,000 in aid, but only 500 reached his hands..." Who would dare donate after seeing news like that? It's terrifying.

To put it bluntly, someone like Liu Qi simply would not trust charitable organizations.

"Do you know when Liu Qi made the donation?" Yu Dazhang asked.

"I checked that too." Liu Miao answered immediately:

"The donation date was May 5, 2013. I couldn't find the date for the equipment donation, but it was definitely after the donation."

May 5th last year... Yu Dazhang silently repeated this date in his mind.

He then recalled Liu Zhengyang's time of death.

The case file records that Liu Zhengyang died on May 14, 2013.

That is to say, the day Liu Qi donated happened to be exactly nine days before Liu Zhengyang's death.

"What kind of laboratory was it?" Yu Dazhang pressed.

(End of this chapter)