Siheyuan came through and sent Jia Zhang to prison

Zhao Lei realized that he had misunderstood He Feng before, and his heart was full of guilt. He hurriedly said, "Director, they are in the morgue now. When are you planning to go there?" There was a hint of caution in his eyes, fearing that he would displease He Feng again.

He Feng nodded calmly and said, "Come with me after get off work." His tone was steady and unquestionable.

Zhao Lei couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive when he heard this. He really didn't want to go to the morgue; the place was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, and the mere thought of it made him shudder. But he didn't dare disobey the director's order, so he had to bite the bullet and agree.

He Feng seemed to notice Zhao Lei's reluctance. He looked at him again and said seriously, "I don't want others to know that I have been to the morgue. Do you understand?" There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, which made Zhao Lei feel the importance and confidentiality of this matter.

Zhao Lei nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, Director. I'll come to see you after get off work. I'll go investigate the case first." After that, he hurriedly turned around and left to continue the work at hand.

He Feng frowned slightly as he watched Zhao Lei's departing figure. It wasn't that he didn't trust Ma Xin, but Ma Xin's previous report was far too sloppy. Take the murder weapon, for example. Simply describing it as a sickle-type weapon was far too broad a description to provide any effective clues for solving the case.

In the afternoon, when He Feng was about to go out, Ma Xin happened to come over. Ma Xin looked at He Feng curiously and asked, "He Feng, what are you going to do? Are you going to continue your investigation by the river?"

He Feng wanted to tell the truth, but he swallowed the words back. He shook his head and said, "Not this time. I'm going to investigate something else with Zhao Lei." He didn't want Ma Xin to know that he was going to the morgue, worried that it would cause unnecessary trouble.

Ma Xin wanted to ask something else when Zhao Lei came over and said, "Director, we..."

He Feng deliberately frowned and looked at Zhao Lei and said, "You can't even do such a small thing, and you still have to ask me to go with you. Don't you know that I have a lot of things to do now?" He said this to conceal the real purpose of this operation in front of Ma Xin.

Zhao Lei was a little surprised at first, but he immediately understood He Feng's intention and quickly cooperated, "Director, you know my connections are not as good as yours. Some things require you to do it yourself. Let's go."

He Feng didn't expect Zhao Lei to be so smart. He immediately understood what he meant. He nodded with satisfaction and said to Ma Xin, "Ma Xin, I really can't take care of you today. I'll leave first."

Ma Xin nodded in understanding and said, "Director, if you have anything to do, just go ahead and do it. Don't worry about me."

He Feng took Zhao Lei out of the office and they walked down the street. Zhao Lei couldn't contain his curiosity and looked at He Feng and asked, "Director, Ma Xin is an expert on this matter, why can't Ma Xin be informed?" He really couldn't understand why He Feng did this.

He Feng looked at Zhao Lei seriously, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes, and said slowly: "Remember one thing, Zhao Lei, if you encounter anything in the future, you must go and see for yourself and investigate it yourself. After all, what others say may not be completely correct. Only if we do it ourselves and go deep into it, can we find the clues hidden beneath the surface." He Feng knew very well that in the job they were engaged in, every detail may be related to the direction of the case, and there was no room for carelessness or credulity.

Zhao Lei nodded earnestly, fully aware of the significance of He Feng's words. In this field filled with mysteries and traps, only by relying on one's own eyes and judgment could one truly uncover the truth. This incident was undoubtedly a crucial lesson for him, a constant reminder to remain cautious and think independently in his future work.

He Feng didn't know at the moment that his words to Zhao Lei would, inadvertently, save his life in the years to come. Of course, all this hadn't happened yet; it was a distant story. He Feng calmed down and took Zhao Lei to the hospital.

Led by Zhao Lei, they walked straight to the morgue. A cold and eerie atmosphere filled the morgue, sending shivers down one's spine. Zhao Lei pointed at the two bodies lying there and said, "Director, these are the two people who were there."

He Feng recalled the scene. He had intended to examine the body more closely, but for some reason, he had suddenly fainted, missing the chance to see its condition. He then slowly approached the body, crouched down, and fixed his gaze on the wound on the neck. He Feng's expression darkened, and a surge of anger welled up within him. He wondered to himself, "How did Ma Xin conduct his investigation? How could this wound be diagnosed as a sickle-shaped wound? It clearly wasn't the mark of a sickle."

He Feng frowned, turned to look at Zhao Lei, and said hurriedly: "Camera, take a picture." Although Zhao Lei was a little confused about He Feng's request and didn't understand why he had to take pictures, the habit of obedience he had developed over the years made him obediently follow He Feng's instructions, picked up the camera, and took a few clear pictures of the wound.

He Feng continued to look at the wound carefully, and a question gradually arose in his mind. Could it be that the person who helped him investigate the case before was Ma Ran? Judging from the wound, it was obviously a wound left by a military knife. Moreover, this kind of knife was an old-fashioned military knife. He Feng had encountered it when he joined the army. He clearly remembered that this kind of knife was generally the standard knife of the reactionaries. Thinking of this, He Feng's mind suddenly became clear. He understood that the reactionaries must be behind this matter. However, if the reactionaries wanted to commit crimes locally, there must be an insider, otherwise it would not be so smooth.

Zhao Lei looked at He Feng, who seemed to be lost in thought, and couldn't help but ask, "Director, did you find out something during the investigation?"

He Feng knew this matter was serious. If the news leaked, it would likely alert the enemy and put the forces behind it on guard. He looked at Zhao Lei with a firm gaze and said, "Remember, don't tell anyone about this. Right now, only you and I know about this. We must keep a low profile and conduct a secret investigation. We must not let the enemy know that we have made any discoveries."

Although Zhao Lei didn't react at first, he believed that the director's order must have its meaning, so he didn't ask any more questions. After all, he should know it himself, and he would definitely know it himself.