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Chapter 1570

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That night, in the office of the Special Investigation Group …

Information about Li Feifan, as well as Li Feifan's film crew, was sent to the advanced computer by various investigation teams, which made Zhao Yu feel a little dazzled.

He really wasn't used to this kind of advanced information collection mode. Although it was convenient and fast, because the information was constantly being updated, Zhao Yu felt that he couldn't concentrate.

Comparatively speaking, he still preferred to read the traditional paper reports, as they would give him a clearer sense of the situation.

However, times were changing, and Zhao Yu was trying to adapt to this pace. As soon as there was news, he immediately opened it and compared it with the relevant information.

In this way, the advantages of electronic equipment were obvious. When Zhao Yu got someone's information, he could immediately compare it with the tracks of the video murder case, which could eliminate the suspect in the shortest time possible.

Just like that, after the first round of screening, he didn't find another suspect from Li Feifan's team.

At that time, Li Feifan's film crew had a complicated composition. The members of the crew came from all over the world, including various troupes, film companies, and studios.

Moreover, due to the special nature of the film crew, these people were more mobile than the employees of film companies. Generally, they would leave after shooting a movie!

Especially in the later stages, as Li Feifan had been promoted to a famous director, the members of his film crew were often more than a hundred people. Moreover, because of the long history, the records weren't clear. So, it was simply an impossible task to check all of these people one by one.

Therefore, the investigators could only start with the staff who had worked with Li Feifan for a long time and were more familiar with him.

Because of the criminal's psychological profile, they first investigated the photographers who had worked with Li Feifan before.

However, after some investigation, Zhao Yu could confirm that among all the photographers who had worked with Li Feifan, none of them matched the characteristics of the tracks.

These photographers often wandered between different film crews, and few of them could maintain a long-term working relationship with Li Feifan.

All in all, the other suspect that Zhao Yu wanted to find had yet to appear.

However, Zhao Yu seemed to have expected this result. After the search of Li Feifan's villa that day, Zhao Yu had gradually leaned towards his original idea. He still believed that Li Feifan was still the first suspect in the case.

At that moment, Zhao Yu stood with his back facing the computer screen, recalling the scene in the secret underground room of Li Feifan's villa that day.

That crooked and antique sofa had been lingering in his mind for a long time …

At the thought of this sofa, he could imagine a person sitting on the sofa, leaning against the sofa's soft back, admiring something …

So … What was he admiring?

Although there was nothing in front of the sofa, Zhao Yu was sure that there must have been something there before.

And, if he guessed correctly, there must have been something there before. If he guessed correctly, Kang Ziqing might have stolen something from Feifan.

If there really was a TV and a VCR there, then … he seemed to be able to solve one problem. That was, Kang Ziqing might have really stolen things from Li Feifan's house …

Perhaps, he had also found the secret room and thought that there must be something valuable in it …

However, all he saw was a TV and a VCR, as well as a murder video tape.

Kang Ziqing was curious, so he watched the tapes …

It was in that strange environment that Kang Ziqing suddenly realized that the videos in the videotapes were probably not movie clips, but real videos of people being killed!

And it was precisely this strange atmosphere that affected Kang Ziqing …

That night, there was a rare heavy rain, thunder, and lightning. When he saw the real murder video in the basement, he could imagine how terrifying it was!

Therefore, in his panic, he decided to take the risk to return to the city. The rain was getting heavier and Kang Ziqing was driving faster and faster. Coupled with the fact that the weather wasn't on his side, he was attacked by a mudslide and fell off the cliff …

In this way, perhaps all the doubts he had before would all be solved!

Now, there was only one thing left. Why … Why … Li Feifan's personality was different from that of a serial killer?

Was there something wrong with the profiling? Or was Li Feifan hiding something? Or …

"Boss, Sis Miao is here!" Cui Lizhu suddenly opened the door and walked in. Miao Ying, who had just rushed over from Yuezhou, followed behind her.

Miao Ying was wearing a uniform. Although she was still beautiful, her face looked haggard. It could be seen that Miao Ying had not rested much for the case.

"You're here!" Zhao Yu hugged Miao Ying gently and said, "I've already arranged a hotel for you. You must rest well tonight!"

"We'll talk about it later!" Miao Ying smiled faintly, then went straight to the point. "How is it? Is there any progress?"

Zhao Yu knew that Miao Ying was persistent, so he immediately told her about the latest situation of the case.

After Miao Ying heard it, she fell into deep thought, just like Zhao Yu. She felt that Li Feifan was still the biggest suspect!

This was because, among the other suspects that they were investigating, none of them lived around Dayue Bay.

If there were other suspects, then it would be impossible to explain why Kang Ziqing went to Dayue Bay that night.

"Cars!" Zhao Yu suddenly said. He then turned on the big screen and clicked a few times. He opened a folder with the word "Cars" and said to Miao Ying, "I've already sent someone to investigate the cars under Li Feifan and his wife's names!

"Look," Zhao Yu said as he opened the file. "From 1999 to 2006, the couple had changed seventeen cars. Some were luxury cars, and some were special cars …" Zhao Yu said.

"If Li Feifan is really the murderer," Zhao Yu said, "then the car that he used to kidnap the girl should be among these seventeen cars."

"Sports cars or expensive cars can be ruled out!" Miao Ying said without hesitation. "Many of the crime scenes are in the wild, so we should focus on SUVs!"

"Yes," Zhao Yu nodded. "But not only that, the video murder case has been going on for so many years, so it's not likely that he only used one car to commit the crimes!

"My idea is to only look at the last car!" Zhao Yu opened the data on the screen, then pointed to a group of data and said, "In 2006, on the fifteenth day after Kang Ziqing had a car accident in Dayue Bay, a Honda CR-V under Li Feifan's name was reported missing. It was said that it was stolen, and it has not been found yet …

"Don't you think that this is too much of a coincidence?"

"Oh?" Miao Ying immediately understood what Zhao Yu meant. "That car … It was Li Feifan's car. Since the videotape was lost, he was worried that someone would call the police and find the victim's information from the car. So, he disposed of the car and lied about losing it …"

"Actually," Zhao Yu said, "In addition to the car, we have another piece of evidence!"

"Oh?" Hearing this, Miao Ying and Cui Lizhu asked at the same time, "What evidence?"

"I'm also waiting for this evidence!" Zhao Yu pointed to the big screen and said mysteriously, "The forensics team should have finished collecting information about the underground secret room in Li Feifan's house, right?

I'm waiting for them to send me the evidence! "

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