"Alright!"

Immediately, the officer sitting in front of the computer moved the mouse again.

Two minutes later, he said, "This camera is aimed at the direction of the cash register, but it doesn't fully capture it; we can only see the corridor in front of the cash register."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhao immediately said, "Quickly retrieve the movement within five minutes before and after this surveillance."

"Yes!"

Four police officers stared intently at a small screen, fully focused on finding Wang Chuang's figure.

Indeed!

At 3:27, a young man appeared in the corridor.

And this young man was Wang Chuang.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Zhao excitedly said, "That's him!"

"We can now basically confirm that he's the person who bought the phone."

After checking the phone purchase records, Mr. Zhao and his team went to the bank across the street.

At the bank counter, Mr. Zhao once again showed his credentials.

"Hello! We want to check Wang Chuang's personal account."

The counter attendant glanced at the police ID, then said, "Checking this information requires an introduction letter."

Mr. Zhao said, "We are detectives handling a homicide case, and time is critical."

As he spoke, he emphasized the words "detectives" and "homicide."

The female teller behind the glass window wanted to say something more.

But seeing Mr. Zhao's anxious expression, she dismissed the idea.

She took a deep breath and said, "Please wait a moment!"

One minute later, the teller said, "This account has 8,400 yuan."

"Has there been any recent deposit activity?"

"On the 14th, 7,500 yuan was deposited through the ATM."

"An ATM deposit? What time?"

"At 12:10 PM."

"Thank you!"

As he walked out of the bank, Mr. Zhao's face was full of confidence.

He took out a cigarette and lit it.

"A middle school student depositing so much money at once and spending lavishly on the same day—I wonder how he'll explain this away this time."

Quickly, Zhao's team rushed back to the Criminal Investigation Unit interrogation room.

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Zhao pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

Wang Chuang was lying on the small interrogation table, sleeping.

Mr. Zhao walked over and slapped the table hard.

"What are you sleeping for? Get up quickly."

Wang Chuang rubbed his eyes, "Officer, when can I leave?"

"Leave? You wish."

"Your next place to sleep might be the detention center."

Wang Chuang looked confused, staring at Mr. Zhao.

Then, Mr. Zhao said in a deep voice, "Stop lying!"

"I know you're the murderer!"

"After robbing the money, you deposited it in the bank and bought many things for your grandma and yourself."

"Do you think I'm right?"

Hearing this, Wang Chuang looked surprised.

"You're a student; where did you get so much money?"

"7,500 yuan is not a small amount for you."

After a long pause, Wang Chuang raised his head and said, "A month ago, I found a wallet on my way home. It had over 9,000 yuan, an ID, and a bank card."

"After finding the money, I was very nervous and afraid of being caught, so I took the cash."

"In the end, I threw the wallet and ID into the Han River."

Mr. Zhao, hearing this, instantly flew into a rage.

He said, "You're lying! You're making up stories again!"

Wang Chuang said, "I really found the money."

"At that time, I was terrified the police would catch me."

"I didn't dare to use it until the 14th, when I finally deposited the money into my own card."

"And I used some of that money to buy a mobile phone and clothes."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhao clenched his fists, wishing he could punch him.

However, he looked up at the surveillance camera and swallowed his anger.

If Wang Chuang claimed he found the money and threw the wallet into the river, there's no way to prove it.

At this moment, Mr. Zhao was utterly furious.

He stood up and patted the officer next to him.

"I'm going out for some air."

Meanwhile.

Jiang An, Zhang Yean, and Wan were continuously searching indoors.

By this time, they had already entered the female victim's bedroom.

Wan lay on the floor, checking under the bed for anything unusual.

He turned his head and said, "Nothing under the bed."

But his head was covered in spider webs, looking like he was wearing a hat.

The three moved from the bed towards a wardrobe.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuan said in surprise, "There seems to be a number tag here."

"A number tag?"

"Where?"

Zhang Yean pointed, "In the corner between the wardrobe and the wall."

Jiang An looked down.

Indeed, on the ground was something resembling an employee badge.

Zhang Yean, delighted, bent down and picked it up.

"0093!"

"What is this?"

Wan asked, "Is there a label on it?"

"No."

Jiang An took the tag and examined it closely.

He turned it over and suddenly noticed three metallic characters on the back edge.

"Parking Lot."

Wan took a glance and turned his head, "Could this be left by the suspect?"

Zhang Yean wasn't sure.

"There's no identifying information on it."

Jiang An recalled the items inside the house and in the yard.

The victim's home had no cars, or even bicycles.

Plus, their home had a yard, so even if they did have vehicles, they wouldn't need a parking lot.

Then, Jiang An's eyes returned to the number tag.

The tag's string was heavily worn, and parts had visible blackened areas.

This indicated the number tag had been used for a long time.

Suddenly, Jiang An thought Wang Chuang was a middle school student.

Could this number tag be a school parking permit?

Jiang An then dialed Mr. Zhao's number.

At that moment, Mr. Zhao was standing in the corridor, smoking a cigarette, looking anxious.

"Officer Zhao!"

"Mr. Jiang!"

"I wanted to ask about the vehicle management at Wang Chuang's school?"

"Vehicle management?"

Mr. Zhao recalled, "I remember they had a lot of bicycle thefts last year. To prevent theft, the school set up a parking lot, and everyone had a number tag to access their bikes."

"A number tag for accessing bikes?"

"That's right!"

"When I visited the school, their security department specifically talked to me about it."

"Since they implemented this bike management system, no thefts have occurred."

"Can you ask Wang Chuang what his number tag is?"

"No problem!"

After hanging up, Mr. Zhao directly contacted Wang Chuang's homeroom teacher.

"Hello, Mr. Li."

"Hello, Officer Zhao. Do you have any other questions?"

Mr. Zhao said, "It's nothing major."

"We just want to know the number tag Wang Chuang registered for the school parking lot."

In the office, Mr. Li opened a drawer and glanced at the registration book.

"Wang Chuang's parking lot number tag is 0093."

"Thank you!"

After hanging up, Mr. Zhao dialed Jiang An's number again.

"Mr. Jiang, his number tag is 0093."

Upon hearing this, Jiang An's tense expression relaxed a bit.

He said in a deep voice, "Officer Zhao, we found the 0093 number tag at the Crime Scene."

Instantly, Mr. Zhao was overjoyed.

"Wow! This is a godsend."

"This proves he was at the Crime Scene."

Mr. Zhao extinguished his cigarette.

He swiftly turned and pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

As soon as he entered, Mr. Zhao excitedly said, "Wang Chuang, are you still trying to lie?"

"I'm not lying! I found the money."

"Tell me, why was your parking number tag left at the Crime Scene?"

Instantly, Wang Chuang froze, staring intently at Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao recalled Jiang An's analysis—the killer had returned to the Crime Scene to search for something.

He took two steps forward and stood before Wang Chuang.

"We not only know you killed someone, but you also returned to the Crime Scene to search for items."

"If I'm not mistaken, you came back looking for this number tag, right!"

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