Chapter 29: Spontaneous Crime of Passion

This remark shouldn't have come from Yu Dazhang, but when it came from his mouth, everyone felt it was exactly as it should be.

At this moment, everyone present, including Lu Zhongxin, wore serious expressions as they looked at Yu Dazhang.

"Master, you just keep interrogating the suspect—that part doesn't change."

Then he swept a glance at the others and continued:

"I still need four people, two per team, to investigate the social relationships of the suspect and the victim separately."

Yu Dazhang didn't assign anyone directly because he wasn't very familiar with these team members.

Even in his previous life, at most he had only nodded at them in passing; he didn't even know most of their names.

After all, they weren't from the same brigade and had never worked together, so there was very little overlap.

"I'll go. I drive steady and fast."

"Count me in too—surveillance investigation is my strong suit."

"I've worked in household registration administration, so pulling household records is easier for me."

"..."

Soon four people stepped forward and voluntarily split into two teams.

Yu Dazhang nodded in satisfaction.

Looks like these people are even more eager than I am—how easy they are to use.

Before heading out, one of the team members looked at Yu Dazhang and said:

"Let me be clear, I'm not questioning you—I just want to know: the suspect is already in custody, so why do we still need to investigate both parties' social relationships?"

The other three also looked at Yu Dazhang; clearly this was their shared question.

Especially the two assigned to investigate Kong Lingjie—they practically had "I don't understand" written all over their faces.

His household register lists only himself—no relatives, no friends in Songhai. What is there left to investigate on someone like that?

If it were the boss, would you dare ask... Yu Dazhang asked with a smile:

"Can you be certain that Kong Lingjie is definitely the murderer who killed Zhang Yan?"

"Well..." The man was stumped on the spot. After a pause, he could only speak honestly:

"I can't be certain."

When he first joined the task force, he had been certain—but now he couldn't be.

This case had already been pushed to new heights by this fatty.

Even the original crime scene had been denied; what happens next, no one could say.

"Then let's assume for now." Yu Dazhang continued asking:

"Suppose tomorrow's interrogation results come back and Kong Lingjie isn't the murderer—what would that mean?"

That team member's head was buzzing from the questioning.

It means this case is about to be turned into a cold case by you.

It also means we're about to be in trouble.

What else could it mean—asking nothing but useless questions.

These thoughts he only dared to keep to himself. Right now this fatty was effectively the head of their group, and at this moment no one dared talk back to his face.

What if the man just threw up his hands and quit? Then the rest of them would really be left dumbfounded.

He's a newcomer, unafraid, with no responsibility to bear—but we can't take it.

So he could only shake his head, indicating he couldn't figure it out.

Yu Dazhang dropped his smile and said with a solemn face:

"It means this case is not a spontaneous crime of passion."

The moment that technical term was spoken, everyone present immediately grasped the key point.

If Kong Lingjie isn't the murderer, then he must be taking the fall for someone.

Here's the most critical question: a spontaneous crime of passion doesn't require someone to take the fall.

Feeling a bit convoluted?

No worries—then let's first explain what a spontaneous crime of passion is.

Put simply: a sudden surge of emotion reaching an uncontrollable level.

For example:

Two strangers brush past each other on the street, and their shoulders bump.

"Are you blind?!"

"Can you even speak like a human?"

"Oh f*ck, you son of a—"

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to!"

Draws a blade~

Stab stab stab stab stab~

One of them collapses in a pool of blood... game over.

If the perpetrator of such a crime actively went looking for someone to take the fall, wouldn't that be pure self-deception?

You and the victim are complete strangers with no connection, yet you insist on handing the police someone who is connected to you.

Are you afraid the police won't find you?

No one with a brain would do something like that.

Therefore, whoever actively seeks someone to take the fall is, with overwhelming probability, someone who has some hard-to-cut tie with the victim.

And that kind of relationship easily makes people think of certain things.

For example, enemies, creditors, lovers...

This is why Yu Dazhang sent them to investigate Zhang Yan's social connections.

What kind of mind does he have... Everyone was stunned again by Yu Dazhang's logical thinking.

Please... collect... 6... 9... Book... please...!

To anticipate the direction of events and act immediately—could this really be a newcomer?

"Um, I have another question," one of the officers investigating Kong Lingjie asked.

"The suspect's social connections are already clear—is there still a need to dig deeper?"

"Of course," Yu Dazhang nodded firmly.

"If he's taking the blame for someone else, what kind of relationship would make him do this? Remember, the verdict could very well be the death penalty."

That's right—this is also a key point.

First, eliminate the possibility he's taking the blame for money.

His household registration lists only him—he has no one to give the money to even if he got it.

It's even less likely he'd spend it on himself.

Let's imagine a dialogue...

"Ten million to take the blame for someone."

"Sure! I'll take it. What crime? How many years?"

"Intentional homicide. Executed next April."

Who in their right mind would take that job?

So if Kong Lingjie isn't the murderer, his relationship with the real killer must be extraordinary.

The officer nodded thoughtfully:

"Then where should we look? All the obvious connections have been checked."

He wasn't setting Yu Dazhang a hard question—he genuinely couldn't think of anything.

Everything that should be checked has been checked; even if we wanted to investigate what shouldn't be, we'd need a direction first.

"Time," Yu Dazhang reminded them.

"Expand the time frame. Since recent social connections are clear, investigate the suspect's past ones."

"Ten years ago, twenty years ago—the suspect is forty-three this year. Even if he entered society at twenty, that's twenty-three years of social history."

"I don't believe he had no acquaintances over all those years."

Yu Dazhang had made himself perfectly clear—even Qian Cheng from the Technical Division understood.

The officer's face flushed—he was a veteran detective, yet today a newcomer had to remind him this much.

It was almost as if Yu Dazhang was teaching him hand by hand.

It wasn't that he was stupid or inexperienced—it was simply that the case was too complex.

For cases this complex, you absolutely need a leader with exceptional intelligence.

Solving cases is all about brains!

"I'll go check right away," he quickly tugged another officer and rushed out the door.

He couldn't bear to stay in the room any longer.

"We're going too," said the other team's two members.

Before leaving, afraid Yu Dazhang might give them another reminder, one added:

"Don't worry—we won't miss a single person connected to Zhang Yan."

After they left, Lu Zhongxin and another officer went to the interrogation room.

When interrogating suspects, at least two investigators must be present—it's a written regulation.

Finally, only Yu Dazhang and Qian Cheng remained in the meeting room.

"Do I have a task too?" Qian Cheng asked Yu Dazhang.

"Your task is equally demanding," Yu Dazhang said solemnly.

"Go to the Technical Division. If I'm not mistaken, yesterday's sample is crucial evidence."

Qian Cheng immediately remembered the black granule extracted from the rental apartment yesterday.

"Could it be..." Qian Cheng's eyes widened in shock.

"You figured out what it was?"

(End of Chapter)