Li Rong had completely given up resisting; whatever Song Guanchao asked, she answered.

She and Lin Bin had two houses in total: one left by Lin Bin's parents and the other one where they were currently living.

Occasionally, Lin Bin would go to the old house before his death, and Li Rong had also been there a few times; the furnishings were very simple.

The living room was just a sofa and coffee table; the bedroom had only a bed, a desk, and a cabinet.

After she informed the other party of this information, she went there again about half a month later and discovered signs that someone had entered the house.

She knew the other party had been there, but she pretended nothing had happened.

Furthermore, after that, she was worried that the other party might have obtained what they wanted and would cease aiding her.

However, this worry did not become reality; the other party continued to transfer money to her every month.

Upon hearing this, thoughts flickered through Song Guanchao's mind.

There were two possible reasons the other party continued the sponsorship.

Either, they got nothing from the old house and suspected Li Rong still had more to say, so they chose to continue financing her.

Or, they had obtained something from the old house but were afraid suddenly stopping the sponsorship would lead Li Rong to report to the police.

For someone who could take out a hundred thousand anytime, a hundred thousand was not much money at all.

Spending such a small amount each month for peace of mind was quite worthwhile.

Song Guanchao asked her to send screenshots of the contacts of the two sponsors and the transaction records every month.

"If they contact you again, inform me immediately."

"Do not hide anything from me; I will check your call records regularly."

"I know," Li Rong said softly.

She dared not conceal anything without Song Guanchao's reminder because he represented the police.

"Teacher Li, you may go back now."

"Okay, okay..."

Just as Li Rong picked up her bag to leave, she hesitated, seemingly wanting to say something.

"Is there anything else you need to explain?"

"No... I, I just wanted to ask, will the money they gave me be taken back by the police?"

Song Guanchao sighed inwardly.

How could a righteous person like Captain Lin have such a wife?

"No, it will not," Song Guanchao added, "as long as you cooperate."

Upon hearing that her money wouldn't be retrieved, Li Rong immediately said, "I will definitely cooperate!"

After Li Rong left, Zhou Qian came back in.

"Let's go," Song Guanchao said, getting up and heading out.

They went to the parking lot and drove towards the hotel.

As their car left, a parked sedan not far away lowered its window, revealing a delicate face, precisely Wen Ru.

Ever since discovering Song Guanchao was the middleman, she had been secretly following him.

Wen Ru remembered the middle-aged woman Song Guanchao met that night.

If she remembered correctly, she was Lin Bin's wife.

Curious, Wen Ru wondered why Song Guanchao would meet this woman for no apparent reason.

The wife of the head of the criminal police team...

What case was he investigating?

Was this case related to me?

Now as a startled bird, Wen Ru couldn't help but consider herself involved.

She quickly calmed down, realizing she might be overthinking.

She didn't have much interaction with Lin Bin. Whatever reason Song Guanchao met Li Rong that night, it was unlikely to involve her.

…

Back at the hotel, after a romantic bath and some intimate moments, Song Guanchao lay in bed with Zhou Qian in his arms, contemplating what Li Rong had said tonight.

There were two people sponsoring her, one of whom he could probably identify as Tan Xiang.

Of course, he needed to verify it further.

As for the other, he was curious about who it might be.

Lin Bin was the head of the criminal police with many cases in hand.

The other party connected with Li Rong after his death in this manner. Apparently, they might have something to hide, something in Lin Bin's hands.

It could be related to these criminal groups, or perhaps another case.

The scope was overwhelmingly vast.

As Zhou Qian wriggled into the quilt, his thoughts returned to the present.

Better not think about it; since Zhou Qian rarely visited, he couldn't leave her feeling neglected.

He turned off the room light, lifted the blanket, and then took Zhou Qian, who had crawled beneath him, into his arms, and took control.

…

Zhou Qian wanted to stay longer, but knowing Song Guanchao had important matters to attend to, she left right after lunch the next day.

As soon as she left, Song Guanchao immediately dialed Li Rong's number.

When receiving the call, Li Rong hesitated, reluctant to answer, but she knew the consequences of not picking up.

"Teacher Li, where are you?"

"I'm at the beauty salon."

This woman knows how to enjoy life.

"Wait for me at the beauty salon; I'll be right there."

When he arrived at the beauty salon, Li Rong was already waiting at the entrance.

Once in the car, Li Rong asked, "District Chief Song, what's this about? I've already told you everything I know."

Song Guanchao said, "Did you bring Captain Lin's old house key?"

Li Rong was momentarily stunned but understood immediately that he wanted to go to that old house.

"It's a coded lock."

Song Guanchao acknowledged with a nod, started the navigation, and drove over.

This old neighborhood, though dilapidated, was in a prime location, right in the city.

After casually finding a spot to park, they arrived at the old house.

"Have a seat."

Song Guanchao casually said, then began searching the old house, his tone leaving Li Rong speechless.

Clearly, she was the homeowner; how did it seem more like his home?

She only grumbled inwardly, too afraid to voice it aloud.

The house was roughly over eighty square meters, with three rooms and one hall, a large room, and a small living room.

Song Guanchao turned on all the lights and found the house very clean; Li Rong must have regularly cleaned it.

As she said, the house was normal, with complete furniture and appliances ready for move-in.

Song Guanchao searched every corner of the house but found nothing.

Returning to the living room, he directly asked, "After Captain Lin died, what did he leave behind?"

"I don't know."

Seemingly afraid that Song Guanchao wouldn't believe her, she looked him straight in the eyes, "I really don't know, I'm not lying. Moreover..."

"Moreover, what?"

"Moreover, we were actually planning to divorce before he died."

"Oh?"

"He was always very busy at work, and he was in the dangerous business of being a criminal police officer, offending many people... Also, his income wasn't high."

The last part was the key.

She always had a dream of being a government official's wife, a life that should have improved when Lin Bin reached this position.

However, Lin Bin was a stubborn, inflexible man, refusing money even when it came to his door.

Song Guanchao chuckled briefly, his eyes scanning the house.

Suddenly, he noticed cigarette ash on the floor beside the sofa.

Li Rong wasn't in the habit of smoking, so this ash clearly came from those sponsoring her.

This house had already been searched by them.

Even if Captain Lin left something, it most likely had been found by the other party.

This scenario was something he had considered earlier; today's visit carried only a hope of luck, a chance to find something overlooked.

"Let's go..."

Just as he was about to leave, a thought crossed his mind, and he retracted his raised foot.

He fixated on the cigarette ash on the floor.

Suddenly, he recalled there was one place he hadn't searched yet!

Perhaps, he could truly find something missed today!

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