Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

He Feng knew that even if he rushed over with a frantic urgency, it would be futile. The current situation forced him to wait. Meanwhile, the hospital doctors began a thorough examination. He Feng lay in bed, his mind drifting away, his thoughts racing. He knew that only a few people knew about this, and as long as he gave it his all, he would surely find the person who leaked it.

While the doctor was examining him, He Feng's mind was racing. He wondered who this person could be. Besides those gangsters, who else could know about this? Could it really be someone from the underworld who leaked this information? But thinking about it carefully, He Feng felt something was amiss. Those gangsters only knew they were looking for someone, but they had no idea what they were looking for. So, could it be that something went wrong within the Public Security Bureau, and the murderer was hiding there? There must have been a major oversight somewhere, but He Feng racked his brains but couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Just as He Feng's examination was about to end, the door of the ward was gently pushed open. Zhao Lei walked in hurriedly and called softly, "Director."

He Feng turned to look at Ma Xin, who was concentrating on the inspection, and said, "You two should go out for a while. Zhao Lei and I have something to discuss. There's nothing else to do here."

Ma Xin nodded slightly and walked out of the ward with the doctor, gently closing the door. He Feng looked at Zhao Lei and asked impatiently, "How is it? What's the situation at the scene?"

Zhao Lei's expression was somewhat solemn, and he said helplessly, "Director, we only found a few footprints at the scene, but the crime scene was crowded with people coming and going, and the footprints were very messy and intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish them. So, we haven't found any valuable clues yet."

He Feng frowned, his eyes revealing a firm determination. He said, "Investigate this carefully and don't miss any details. I want to see what tricks are hidden behind this."

Zhao Lei quickly responded, "Yes, Director, I understand. Then I'll go back and continue arranging the brothers' investigation."

He Feng nodded and said with concern: "Okay, the brothers have been exhausted during this period. Let everyone go back and rest for a while, recharge your batteries, and then continue the investigation."

After Zhao Lei left, He Feng threw back the quilt and was about to get up. Ma Xin happened to push the door open and hurriedly stopped He Feng, saying anxiously, "He Feng, your examination isn't finished yet. What are you going to do?"

He Feng looked at Ma Xin and said firmly, "I need to go over and take a look while the crime scene is still under investigation. I feel like I'm fine now, so there's no need to investigate further. Every minute and every second is crucial now, and we might find some important clues."

Ma Xin looked at He Feng's stubborn look and didn't know what to say for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded helplessly.

He Feng looked at Ma Xin and said, "It's getting late. You should go back. I can investigate on my own. This is dangerous, and I don't want you to take any risks."

Ma Xin looked at He Feng firmly and said, "I'm worried about you. I'd better go with you. One more person means more strength. Maybe we can help."

He Feng looked at Ma Xin's serious expression and knew that it was useless to persuade her, so he said nothing more. He took Ma Xin and hurried to the scene of the crime.

Arriving at the crime scene, He Feng was struck by the sheer difficulty of this investigation. The ground was covered in dense, interwoven footprints of all shapes and sizes, forming a tangled web. Finding any useful clues was a tall order. But He Feng remained unfazed. He firmly believed that there was no such thing as a perfect crime, and that with sufficient care, he would eventually uncover some clues.

He Feng searched carefully along the riverbank, not missing any corner, his eyes fixed on the ground, trying to find something unusual among the countless footprints. However, after searching for a long time, he still found nothing.

Just as He Feng was concentrating on searching for clues, he heard a "ouch" from behind him. He Feng turned around and saw Ma Xin accidentally fall to the ground. He hurried over and said apologetically, "Ma Xin, I'm really sorry. I dragged you here to investigate so late at night and caused you to fall. Are you okay?"

Ma Xin shook her head slightly, looking somewhat helpless, and said softly: "It's okay, I've been looking here for so long, but I haven't found any useful clues." She raised her head, her eyes revealing a hint of fatigue and loss, looking at He Feng, as if feeling guilty for not being able to help.

He Feng looked up at the gradually darkening sky and sighed heavily. He knew in his heart that under these circumstances, there was really no way to continue the search. He nodded slightly, with a hint of gratitude and apology in his tone, and said, "Okay, thank you for troubling you today, Ma Xin. It's so late, I'd better take you home first, so as not to worry your family."

Ma Xin's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but He Feng seemed to have guessed her thoughts. He nodded again and said firmly, "Let's not talk about this matter. You have helped me a lot today. I understand it in my heart."

Hearing He Feng's words, Ma Xin stopped talking and silently followed He Feng home. Along the way, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was a little dull, and only the sound of footsteps echoed in the silent street.

After sending Ma Xin home, He Feng turned and headed towards the small restaurant where Uncle Luo was. In this complex situation, he felt that the only person he could truly trust was Uncle Luo. At this moment, he was filled with depression and confusion, and urgently needed someone to talk to and seek some advice.

He Feng hurried to the entrance of the small restaurant, only to find the shutters closed and the restaurant in darkness. He moved closer and saw a note taped to the door, saying that family was visiting and the restaurant was closed for the day. He Feng sighed helplessly, his depression growing even worse.

He Feng dragged his heavy feet back home. The entire courtyard was immersed in silence. Everyone else had already gone to bed. He pushed open his door gently, afraid to disturb others. Entering the house, he turned on the lights. The dim light swayed in the room, adding a touch of loneliness.

He Feng came to the kang and slowly lay down, staring at the ceiling with his eyes, his thoughts tangled like a tangled mess. He really couldn't figure out how this series of events happened. After all, not many people knew about this incident, and it should have been extremely secret, but why was the murderer killed? Moreover, the two people had been living in peace, but after the news was told, they suddenly died. All this was too strange. He Feng knew in his heart that someone must have spread the news, but who was this person? He racked his brains, but had no clue. He was full of helplessness and anxiety, not knowing what to do.