Breaking Through the Clouds - Chapter 15

 Translated by 231yolu :)

The head of the technical investigation department, Huang Xing, was a middle-aged man with a shiny bald head. His footsteps were hurried, and his body was half tilted to one side. His words sounded like a machine gun being fired. "The data was restored to 11 o 'clock last night. I came to work at 4 o' clock this morning. Hey! His father has been scolded by the form teacher time and time again. You guys won't be able to see me tomorrow if I have to count to the bottom again. Even if I have to risk my life, I'll beat him to death! "

Yan Xuan comforted him. "It's okay. Won't you be able to become a police officer in the future?"

Huang Xing was stunned. His gaze fell on Yan Xuan, and he subconsciously said, "That won't do!"

Yan Xuan: "…"

"Where were we?" Huang Xing coughed nonchalantly. "Oh, right. The data was restored."

Yan Xuan: "…"

"The victim, Feng Yuguang's photo album, address book, recent contacts, and WeChat account data have all been restored. Only the WeChat chat records are temporarily missing. Here, the call records are here. The last call the victim received before his death was from a non-registered SIM card. We can't triangulate the location, and we can't determine the owner. "

Yan Xuan pointed at the second line of the list. "What about this?"

This was a outgoing call. The call was only three minutes away from the mysterious incoming call. The call lasted for 48 seconds.

48 seconds. It wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. If it was a meeting point, it would be too long winded. If they wanted to talk about other things, there wasn't enough time.

"This," Huang Xing said. "The owner's name is Ding Dang. She's the daughter of the teaching director at the company where Feng Yuguang worked as an intern. She's a 21-year-old art school student. The victim has been calling her frequently for the past month. To be honest, I'm guessing that these two are in a relationship because they're close to each other. "

Yan Xuan smiled.

Huang Xing was confused. "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you for guessing wrongly. The victim can't possibly be in a relationship with this girl." Yan Xuan waved the evidence bag containing the phone. "Do you want to bet?"

"…" Huang Xing said cautiously. "I advise you to look at the call records first."

"I don't need to look. I know."

"How do you know?"

Yan Xuan smiled but didn't answer. "Do you want to bet?"

Huang Xing couldn't take it anymore. "Aren't you bickering?"

"What bickering? I'm just speculating based on the facts. You don't have a complete understanding of the case … "

A figure rushed up the stairs and almost bumped into Yan Xuan. "— Ouch!"

Yan Xuan's eyes were sharp and his hands were nimble. At the critical moment, he dodged the unknown white liquid that splashed on his face and saved the black T-shirts that he had bought from Taobao last year. He scolded, "What are you doing? Why are you so flustered?"

Han Xiaomei was holding soy milk in one hand and a steamed bun in the other. She looked like a frightened deer. "Ah, Captain Yan! You, you, you, I, I, I … "

Huang Xing couldn't bear to watch. He held his forehead.

"Are you here for work or for a picnic?!" Yan Xuan was beyond furious. "Where's Old Gao? Gao Panqing? I asked you to take care of this girl, but you let her run off to eat steamed buns in the morning? Bring me Old Gao from the field team! "

"It's not Brother Gao, it's not him!" Han Xiaomei hurriedly stopped him. "It's your friend, Captain Yan. I went to your office just now, and he said that you wanted me to buy some food —"

Yan Xuan was speechless.

Yan Xuan's expression changed drastically. He was like an active volcano that was about to erupt, suddenly succumbing to the supernatural power of nature.

"Friend?" Huang Xing asked curiously.

"… Oh, he's the witness I called over. I was so busy that I forgot about him."

Yan Xuan snatched the steamed buns and soy milk from the aggrieved Han Xiaomei's hands. He thought for a moment and stuffed it back into the bag. He tossed the victim's phone to Huang Xing and said, "Bring out the people that the victim contacted the most frequently after arriving in Jianning, including this Ding Dang. Call them one by one for questioning. Ask Old Gao to compile a statement for me." Then, he snatched the steamed buns and soy milk again. He looked Han Xiaomei up and down and scolded, "How dare you wear your police uniform? Don't stuff your shirt into your pants! "

Han Xiaomei was speechless.

Yan Xuan picked up the steamed buns and left.

"Don't bother with this idiot." Huang Xing patted Han Xiaomei, who was on the verge of tears, and pouted in the direction of Yan Xuan's departure. "A man in his thirties can't find a wife. How can there be no reason for that?"

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