“Why not inside the country?”
“They don’t know much about the goods! …I was afraid that someone would come by the factory and realize it was full of old people…” The meaning was well understood by all present, even if he didn’t finish the sentence.
The majority of the elderly had passed retirement age. Though there wasn’t any law that forbid the hiring people over the legal retirement age, having such a large number of elderly people in the factory would only breed suspicion.
“Why did you employ the elderly to work for you?”
“We need workers and they have to survive. What’s wrong with mutually benefiting?”
“But they are all aged…” Translated by The Novelst
“What does that matter? We all need to survive. Do you want them to beg on the street? Are you going to feed them? Do you know how many old people starve to death on the streets every year? You, living in the middle layer of society, would of course not know the hardships of the people at the bottom!” The man’s tone turned vigorous, making the police too embarrassed to utter a word in resistance.
In the end, the police went to check the factory and did not find any contraband. After that, the man swaggered out of the police station.
Mo Qianren was still sitting in the interrogation room, staring at the glass of water on the table, spacing out…
The policemen in the control room spoke. “I thought he was going to be good evidence, but in the end we weren’t able to find anything over the course of several days.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Psychology, microexpressions, they’re all useless. It’s better for us to look for evidence ourselves.” The man’s tone was full of disdain.
“What nonsense are you saying?” The leader slapped his head. “No matter how great he is, he’s still human! We’ve investigated this for so long and are yet to find a clue. What do you expect from him?”
Mo Qianren had no idea what the police thought of him and didn’t care at all.
Mo Qianren left the station and didn’t take a taxi, instead choosing to walk leisurely towards the crime scene.
—— Mr. Mo, can you see things that can’t be seen with the naked eye?
Mu Rulan had already given him a hint.
The thing that killed Wang Qiang was something that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye.
The building was still locked, but if the police didn’t make progress, the site would be opened to the public. At that time the building would be fully constructed and nothing left to investigate.
Mo Qianren walked up to the third floor and looked at the ground.
Things that couldn’t be seen by the naked eye… either so big he couldn’t see them, or too small. Of course, there was another possibility, that it wasn’t in his range of sight… like behind him.
Mo Qianren looked behind the spot that Wang Qiang had died, which was the wall of the staircase. There were many holes of various sizes on the wall, as though they were bitten through by ants.
He stretched his hand into one to have a touch. His fingers were instantly chilled. It looked like the holes were caused by the wind, judging by the crude surface.
Not that one, then.
Mo Qianren pulled his hand back and scanned his surroundings. He walked up to the eighth floor.
The balcony of the eight floor had a layer of cement that had been washed out by the rain two days earlier, forming many pits. It meant the crime scene had been destroyed.
Mo Qianren walked slowly as he began to search, looking purposefully at the dead corners the police might have forgotten when they were originally collecting evidence.
But the chances of finding something were very small, as the rain may have washed the evidence away.
After making a large circle, he was unable to find anything out of the ordinary. And just when Mo Qianren was about to head to a different area, something caught his eye.
He walked to the end of the drain at the corner of the balcony. The drain was circular and full of mud. But within that mud-caked circle, there seemed to be something stuck.
Mo Qianren reached down and carefully brought it out. It was very small and not even one full centimeter. It was a silver needle.
Mo Qianren stood up and took out his phone, dialing the police station and asking them to connect him to Liu Mian.
When Liu Mian heard Mo Qianren was looking for her, she put down her work and ran to the phone, using her sexy voice to say, “Mr. Mo is looking for me?”
“Did the autopsy results mention any drug residue on the victim’s nerves?” Mo Qianren seemed to not hear the implication in her voice.
Liu Mian, surprised, answered, “We did notice that Wang Qiang took drugs, but there was no evidence of residue in his nerves.” That meant that during the period right before he died, Wang Qiang had not taken any drugs.
Mo Qianren looked at the small needle he held, fingers turning it around. Normally, a poison needle would be thicker than this. Only that way would it be able to pierce the vein.
But if this was used for injection, then even if the injection site was not the vein, it could be the epidermis. And somewhere it could stimulate excitement, like… the brain.
A light flashed through Mo Qianren’s eyes.
He was confident he found the main point to the case. What couldn’t be seen by the naked eye? Probably a pinhole. A needle-created pinhole.
During the autopsy, the victim’s hair would be shaved off completely, then his head would be cut open. Each organ would be taken out: the only reason they didn’t notice a pinhole was likely because it was located on the head.
A hole within a hair follicle where the hair grew: to notice a pinhole mark within the numerous hair follicles would be nearly impossible.
So that’s how it was. Translated by The Novelst
Which meant that what Mu Rulan used to control Wang Qiang was probably a special drug injected into the surface of the brain?
After he set up the traps and prepared to leave, the drugs remaining in his system would probably have induced hallucinations, in the end causing him to step on the traps.
Since the very beginning, Mo Qianren had realized that Mu Rulan’s calculation abilities were very strong. She seemed to be interested in chemicals.
Inside her basement there were unlabeled chemicals that may have been her own invention. If she was a true genius of that field, he didn’t doubt that when she stepped into society as a woman, the recognition she received would be any less than his.
Only if she wasn’t jailed before then.
Proofread by: Hannah
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