Zhang Tian'ai also approached Lin Chen, blinking her beautiful eyes and quietly asking, "Lin Chen, what did you discover?"
Her voice was low, only audible to the three of them.
Lin Chen put down the pair of leather shoes, clapped his hands lightly, and said, "Let's talk about it when we arrive at the crime scene."
Miao Yunfei and Zhang Tian'ai didn't press further. Miao Yunfei realized Lin Chen suspected Bao Qingshan as the murderer, but since Bao Qingshan was at a friend's house during the victim's fall and had no motive to hire a killer, how could he be the culprit?
The two women were full of doubt but didn't say much since they were at Bao Qingshan's home.
Soon, Bao Qingshan and his wife and daughter were ready to leave. Bao Qingshan held the little girl, whose chubby little hand gripped his collar as she asked, "Daddy, where are we going with the police?"
Bao Qingshan affectionately adjusted her hair and said, "The police want us to go to a place for a bit, and we'll come back soon."
"Okay, okay! When we come back, I want Daddy to watch TV with me..." The little girl said happily, innocence shining on her face.
Lin Chen's eyes momentarily glazed over at their conversation, then quickly regained clarity.
Miao Yunfei had called for a policeman to drive Bao Qingshan's family, the same officer who had threatened to beat up Lin Chen the day before.
Bao Qingshan's family rode in one car, and Lin Chen and the two women took another.
After driving some distance toward the crime scene, Miao Yunfei asked Lin Chen, "Lin Chen, do you suspect Bao Qingshan killed the victim?"
"Yes," Lin Chen nodded slightly. "Do you remember the first thing you said when you saw Bao Qingshan?"
"The first thing I said?" Miao Yunfei thought for a moment, then replied, "I think it was Bao Qingshan asking why we were still here. I told him we suspected him of murder and that he should cooperate."
Lin Chen leaned back in his seat. "Right. Did you notice that while saying this, he adjusted his sleeves?"
Zhang Tian'ai squinted to recall. "Yes, there was such a movement. Lin Chen, are you saying that Bao Qingshan's small gesture is suspicious?"
Zhang Tian'ai's question was influenced by Lin Chen's earlier interrogation of Liu Xiaojing.
"Exactly," Lin Chen said. "Bao Qingshan's sleeves were neat before. When he came out, he didn't adjust his sleeves, but as soon as Miao Yunfei accused him of murder, he immediately reached to adjust them."
"Generally, when people calm their inner turmoil and anxiety, they perform such a gesture. That action made me suspicious."
"Just based on one small gesture?" Miao Yunfei questioned skeptically, clearly doubting such an approach.
"Of course not only on one gesture," Lin Chen continued, nonchalantly adjusting his own sleeves. "But small gestures often reveal a person's emotional state."
"Let's talk about the second point. When I asked him where he was before 8 p.m. that night, how did he answer?"
"He said he was watching TV in the living room with his wife and kid. They could all confirm that," Zhang Tian'ai said.
"When saying that, he instinctively put his hand on his wife's shoulder," Lin Chen said. "Between couples, friends, and family, putting a hand on someone's shoulder shows reliance and support."
"Bao Qingshan's gesture might have been sending a message to his wife: 'Feel free to lie for me; the police won't notice.'"
Miao Yunfei gripped the steering wheel tightly, turned her head sharply toward Lin Chen, and muttered, "Really? Can you really tell from those details?"
Lin Chen smiled but said nothing, thinking that such knowledge just didn't exist in this parallel world.
"Why did you bring the three of them to the scene?" Zhang Tian'ai asked.
Lin Chen casually crossed his arms and said, "To reveal the truth of the case, so Bao Qingshan has nothing left to say and admits he's the killer."
Upon hearing this, Miao Yunfei and Zhang Tian'ai's eyes brightened.
Miao Yunfei asked, "Do you have enough evidence to prove Bao Qingshan is the murderer?"
"Yes," Lin Chen answered simply.
"Then tell us what evidence confirms Bao Qingshan as the killer," Miao Yunfei's icy expression turned to curiosity and anticipation.
Lin Chen frowned, his tone annoyed: "Stop turning around to ask me questions. Just focus on driving. I said I'm close to solving it, so stop bothering me."
"You..." Miao Yunfei slapped the steering wheel, angry at Lin Chen's scolding.
Lin Chen looked out the window, unwilling to notice her anger.
Zhang Tian'ai in the passenger seat pursed her lips, finding it hard to imagine the usually hot-tempered Miao Yunfei being reprimanded like this — a rare sight in the police station.
The atmosphere grew silent. Soon they arrived at the rental building where the victim lived.
As Lin Chen and the group got out to take Bao Qingshan's family to the rooftop, two police cars quickly pulled up at the intersection ahead. Officers got out rapidly.
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