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He would carefully examine one side of the room, his eyes sharp, not missing a single detail; then he would walk to the other side, staring thoughtfully at his surroundings.

He crouched down and carefully observed the condition of each corpse, trying to find clues from their posture and wounds.

Then he stood up and studied the bullet marks on the wall and the surrounding objects, as if those marks could speak and tell him about the fierce battle that had taken place there.

He even crawled under the table and sat in that cramped space for a while, seemingly simulating the possible perspectives during the crime.

After emerging from under the table, he went to the bathroom. Inside, he first observed the bathroom thoroughly, leaving no corner unchecked, then he closely examined the assassin lying dead at the door, his gaze focused and deep.

Just then, an accident happened. The bathroom floor was a bit slippery, and Lin Zhihao slipped and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Li Xiuxian hurried over to help him up.

Lin Zhihao waved his hand, ignoring the stains on the ground, and lay down on the floor, looking towards the door as if he had discovered some new clue.

After a while, he stood up, picked up a towel, wiped the dust and dirt off his body, and said to Li Xiuxian with a confident smile, "Commander Li, I want to eat seafood for lunch. You'll have to treat yourself to this meal."

When Li Xiuxian heard that Lin Zhihao wanted to eat seafood, his eyes widened immediately, and he pretended to be angry, saying, "You wish! Seafood, my foot!"

"Look at me! Don't I look like seafood? Humph, I'm already being generous by getting you a plate of small shrimp. Take it or leave it!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhihao's smile remained unchanged as he jokingly replied, "Commander Li, these little shrimps aren't enough to fob me off. You're being too stingy."

Li Xiuxian snorted, crossed his arms, and said relentlessly, "Why don't you tell us your opinion first? If the information you provide is valuable, then we can discuss what we'll have for this meal."

Lin Zhihao remained silent, only looking at Li Xiuxian with a half-smile.

Seeing this, Li Xiuxian couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Hey, he's still the kind of guy who won't act until he sees the benefit!"

Having said that, he raised his voice and shouted to the constables inside the room, "Everyone, come here!"

Upon hearing the shout, the constables stopped what they were doing and quickly gathered around Li Xiuxian and Lin Zhihao.

Lee Siu-yin cleared his throat, his expression turning serious, and said loudly, "Next, our number one officer from the West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit, Inspector Lam Chi-ho, will share his judgments and insights on this case. Everyone, listen carefully!"

The constables immediately understood the meaning behind Li Xiuxian's words, realizing that Lin Zhihao must have made some important discovery. So they all applauded enthusiastically, their eyes full of anticipation, waiting for Lin Zhihao to speak.

Lin Zhihao remained calm and did not refuse. After looking around at everyone, he said steadily, "First of all, there are at least two murderers."

As soon as he finished speaking, a constable raised his hand with a puzzled look and offered his opinion: "That's not right, Lin sir? Based on the situation at the scene, it seems that there was only one gun as the murder weapon. The wounds on these victims were all caused by bullets from the Black Star pistol."

Lin Zhihao nodded slightly, as if he had expected such a question. He calmly explained, "Look, if there is only one murderer, I can assure you that the murderer is already dead."

Did you notice those two people by the bathroom door? One of them had been shot twice. A closer look reveals it's typical of a professional killer: two shots fired in quick succession, both hitting him squarely in the chest.

As he spoke, he walked toward the restroom, and the others followed him.

Lin Zhihao stopped at the bathroom door, pointed around, and continued, "Look here, there are several clear gunshot marks on the bathroom wall and door."

If I'm not mistaken, there was originally another murderer in the bathroom. The first murderer's purpose was to kill this second murderer.

The second murderer, however, sensed danger beforehand and knew the first murderer was coming for him, so he hurriedly hid in the bathroom.

Lin Zhihao paused, his eyes becoming deep, as if recreating the scene: "But, unfortunately, someone happened to be going to the restroom, which attracted the first murderer. This person was completely unprepared and was killed by the first murderer."

Afterwards, the first murderer thought the second murderer was behind the door, so he fired several shots through the door, thinking he could kill the second murderer hiding inside. However, he never expected that the second murderer was very alert and was completely unharmed.

Not only that, the second killer seized the opportunity to retaliate, successfully killing the first killer.

The constable, his face full of indignation, frowned and questioned, "Inspector Lin, how did you deduce that the first murderer fired so many shots but failed to injure or kill the second murderer? You need to provide some evidence or reasonable reasoning."

Lin Zhihao did not respond immediately, but simply smiled slightly.

At this moment, Li Xiuxian couldn't stand it anymore. He glared at the constable and said, "You blockhead, didn't you notice? There isn't a trace of blood in the entire bathroom."

If someone were injured or died inside, how could there not be bloodstains? Isn't that obvious?

Lin Zhihao then continued, "Based on my guess, the situation was probably like this: when the first murderer fired through the door, the second murderer in the bathroom was very likely to have stepped right on the wet patch where I had just fallen."

Imagine the scene: the ground was slippery, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

It was this coincidence that allowed him to luckily dodge the first few shots fired by the assailant.

As Lin Zhihao spoke, he walked to the body of the first murderer, squatted down, pointed at the body and said, "Then, after dodging the attack, the second murderer seized the opportunity to fire back and kill the first murderer, and then quickly left this place."

Take a close look at the body of the first murderer. The bullet holes in his head and chest are different from those caused by the Black Star pistol.

If my deduction is correct, the gun that caused the injury was a Glock. This is one of the key reasons why I believe there are two perpetrators.

Lin Zhihao's analysis left all the constables present stunned.

They were initially astonished, but then their eyes gradually revealed admiration, and they applauded with heartfelt respect, full of praise for Lin Zhihao's brilliant deduction.

Upon hearing Lin Zhihao's words, Li Xiuxian couldn't help but sigh, his tone filled with regret: "What a pity, such a talented person was snatched up by West Kowloon. Lin sir, why don't you just come to my side? You can definitely play a greater role here."

Lin Zhihao smiled and waved his hand, replying, "Forget it, Officer Li, I'm on a long vacation right now, and I haven't resolved the issues in my heart yet. I don't even know if I can continue to be a constable in the future, so let's not think about these things for now."

Li Xiuxian's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, and he quickly said, "You're on a long vacation, so you shouldn't be involved in any cases, right?"

"Alright then, let me treat you to a nice meal. As for your judgments and analyses regarding the case, I won't report them to my superiors or write any reports; let's just consider this a private chat."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhihao burst into laughter, his voice hearty and cheerful. He said, "No problem! But we have to make this clear first, I'm eyeing the abalone, Commander Li, so don't go back on your word later."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuxian's face instantly showed a strange expression, as if he had a toothache. After hesitating for a moment, he finally replied helplessly, "Okay, I agree."

This noon, we must give Mr. Lin, who has come from afar, a proper welcome and make him feel our warm hospitality.

Upon hearing Li Xiuxian's words, the surrounding constables first looked at each other with surprise and doubt in their eyes, but then they all echoed his words.

The response was exceptionally loud, yet within that loudness lay a strange, unsettling excitement, as if beneath their enthusiasm lay some hidden, unspoken thoughts.

Noon arrived quickly, and the dining table was bustling with activity. Lin Zhihao immediately became the focus of everyone's attention, with glass after glass of wine being poured towards him like a never-ending torrent.

The crowd surrounded Lin Zhihao, some smiling broadly as they urged him to drink, while others cheered him on, creating an atmosphere so lively it seemed like the roof would be blown off.

Under this overwhelming onslaught of "enthusiasm," Lin Zhihao gradually became unable to cope. His eyes began to glaze over, and his speech became slurred, but the crowd showed no sign of stopping.

Finally, Lin Zhihao was completely drunk, staggering about, a truly "spectacular" sight. Some people around him smirked, while others continued to feign enthusiasm as they helped him up.

The drinking party finally ended, and Li Xiuxian instructed his men to deal with Lin Zhihao's car and prepare to drive it away.

Several constables walked to Lin Zhihao's car. One of them reached out to pull the car door, but found that the door did not budge.

They searched Lin Zhihao's body again, turning over his shirt pockets and pants pockets, but they still couldn't find the car keys.

The crowd gathered around the car, discussing it amongst themselves. Some wondered if it had been left at a drinking party, while others speculated whether the car had some special unlocking mechanism.

They studied the car for a long time, but still couldn't find a good solution.

Having no other choice, they booked a room for Lin Zhihao at the Love Hotel next to the restaurant.

Several people hurriedly carried the unconscious Lin Zhihao into the room, placed him on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and then left one after another, leaving only Lin Zhihao's heavy breathing in the room.

Time passed quietly, and when Lin Zhihao woke up, although he had a strong physique of 19 points, he still felt a splitting headache.

He tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember how much he had drunk. The chaotic memories were like a fog that lingered in his mind.

Stepping out of the hotel, Lin Zhihao realized it was already late. The afterglow of the evening sun bathed the earth, casting a dim, yellowish hue over everything around him.

He walked to his car, opened the door, and a faint sour smell wafted out. It turned out that the four dishes and one soup he had left in the back seat that morning had started to spoil and turn sour after a whole day of exposure.

Lin Zhihao frowned, took out the inedible food, and threw it into a nearby trash can.

He then started the car and drove towards Yongshan's company, intending to pick her up from get off work. The dust kicked up by the car danced in the sunset.

After parking his car in front of Yong Shan's company, Lin Zhihao waited quietly outside.

A moment later, Yongshan walked out of the company with light steps, carrying a small and exquisite bag in her hand.

Upon reaching the car and seeing Lin Zhihao, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she still asked with a touch of doubt, "Why are you so free today? Have you really decided not to go to work?"

Lin Zhihao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. He looked at Yongshan and said, "I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

Yongshan tilted her head, thought for a moment, and replied with bright eyes, "Then let's hear the good news first."

Lin Zhihao's smile widened, and he cleared his throat, saying, "The good news is that I told Commander Chen that I've been feeling some psychological issues lately. The pressure of being a constable is just too much, and I don't want to continue doing it anymore. I've submitted my resignation."

As it turned out, Commander Chen didn't approve my resignation, but he gave me a long leave to rest at home, see a psychologist, and, of course, I'd still get paid.

Upon hearing this, Yongshan's face immediately lit up with a bright smile, her eyes filled with excitement and joy.

She excitedly threw herself into Lin Zhihao's arms, hugged him tightly, and said happily, "This is such wonderful news! But... what's the bad news?"

Lin Zhihao feigned helplessness, but his eyes held a smile as he gazed at Yongshan and said slowly, "The bad news is that I have no income from now on. I'll have to rely on my wife to support me from now on."

Yongshan couldn't help but smile and teased, "Really? Inspector Lin, are you ready to start your life as a gigolo? Being a gigolo isn't easy."

Lin Zhihao looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, then a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. He suddenly reached out and pulled Yongshan into a tight embrace.

Yongshan was both surprised and embarrassed, and began to struggle, scolding, "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Lin Zhihao ignored them and said with a wicked grin, "Come on, today I'm going to have a good taste of this gigolo." As he spoke, he deliberately moved closer to Yongshan's cheek.

Yongshan's face instantly turned bright red with embarrassment. She quickly reached out to push Lin Zhihao's head away, shouting loudly, "Help! There's a perverted police officer here!"

The voice echoed in the car, carrying a hint of shyness and annoyance.

Lin Zhihao showed no sign of letting up, instead laughing even harder and saying jokingly, "Little beauty, you should just accept your fate. There's no one else here, and even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you."

The two of them laughed and joked around in the car, filling it with their cheerful voices.

After a while, the two gradually calmed down. Lin Zhihao started the car and slowly drove away from the parking lot, leaving only two tire tracks that gradually faded in the afterglow of the setting sun.