Yang Luo said, "From 3 to 4 o'clock, it's just getting light. Would you wear pajamas to meet someone you don't know well？ Besides, there are no signs of a struggle at the scene. It's obvious the victim was killed without any precautions."
Wei Yong nodded： "Makes sense. So what do you suggest we do to track down the murderer？"
"No need to track them down." Yang Luo's words stunned everyone present. "The murderer is just around the corner."
"Who？" Tan Long couldn't help asking.
Yang Luo said, "Immediately detain the victim's neighbor, the one who reported the case." At this point, Wei Yong didn't hesitate and ordered Director Li to take Tan Long to make the arrest.
Before long, Tan Long ran back： "Captain！ Can't find the person—they might have run off."
Wei Yong gave the order without hesitation： "Immediately block all traffic junctions, especially the bus station, train station, and airport. Send people to conduct strict checks."
Yang Luo looked at Director Li： "You're a veteran cop—how could you be so careless? The reporter was the first one at the scene, and you didn't even detain her."
Director Li's face reddened： "That's on me. The suspect was about the same age as the victim, and she was a woman. At the time, she was crying in floods of tears, so I went soft and just let her wait outside to give her statement."
Yang Luo glanced back at Liu Shijie and said in an ambiguous tone, "Anything can happen in this world, especially love murder." Hearing Yang Luo's words, Liu Shijie, lost in his own thoughts, gave a slight shudder.
A smile played at the corner of Yang Luo's mouth. He walked over to Wang Tong and put his arm around her waist： "From now on, you're my girlfriend, so you have to accompany me to dinner to celebrate my first successful case." Without waiting for Wang Tong's agreement, he pulled her along and walked off.
Wang Tong said softly, "Let go of me."
"Not letting go."
"You scoundrel." Wang Tong was helpless—she wasn't as strong as Yang Luo and couldn't break free, so she had no choice but to follow.
Liu Shijie stared at Yang Luo's retreating back, gnashing his teeth. His face darkened, and the venomous look in his eyes grew increasingly intense.
Wei Yong didn't stop them either. Watching Yang Luo disappear, he said happily, "I never thought I'd pick up a gem."
Liu Bo, standing beside him, said, “This kid’s thinking and analytical skills are way too strong.” He then glanced at the bloody handprint on the wall. “Even if we were to crack the case, it would take us a while.”
Tan Long said, “Damn！ How is this kid’s brain wired? He spotted so many issues with just one look.”
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a white lab coat walked in from outside, holding a white box. “Sorry, there was traffic on the way.”
Wei Yong chuckled. “Old Lu, no need for the autopsy.”
Old Lu was taken aback. “What’s going on？”
Tan Long grinned. “Case is solved.”
“Huh？ That fast？”
Wei Yong said, “Alright, let’s pack it up. Tan Long, call the funeral home and have them come pick up the body. Then check if the victim has any relatives or friends and notify them.”
“Yes, sir！”
Yang Luo and Wang Tong got into a police car. “Little Tong, where should we eat？”
Wang Tong said coldly, “Don’t call me that so affectionately.”
Yang Luo shrugged. “You’re my girlfriend now. What else should I call you？”
“Who agreed to be your girlfriend?” Wang Tong said, reneging.
“Hey！ Hey！ Hey！！！ You can’t weasel out like this. So many people heard you. How can you deny it？”