A madman in France? How come he's always at crime scenes!

When Wu Liang returned to the law firm, Zhang Jiajing was lying on the table in the reception room, staring blankly at a book called "A Comprehensive Guide to Criminal Law".

With only one month left until her second attempt at the bar exam, she's now desperately hoping that figures like Shang Yang, Zhang Tang, or Zhen Yuandao will possess her and save her.

The god of law has granted me strength!

Hearing the door open, the little girl, numb from being bombarded with all sorts of terms, looked up and met Wu Liang's smug expression.

"Boss, did you... find some money?"

"It's better than finding money on the street."

Wu Liang pulled out the long-forgotten digital camera from the drawer and shoved it into Zhang Jiajing's hand.

Then he turned around and opened another cabinet.

Zhang Jiajing curiously peeked over.

Wu Liang pulled out a dark gray blanket. Zhang Jiajing glanced at it and thought, "Isn't this the small blanket I brought from home?"

"Boss, what are you doing with my blanket?"

"Of course it's useful," Wu Liang said, folding the blanket in half and tucking it under his arm.

"What's it for?"

You'll know when you get there.

Zhang Jiajing looked at him suspiciously. Wu Liang had already walked to the door and glanced back at her.

"What are you standing there for? Come out with me."

"Where to?"

"The crime scene," Wu Liang said, glancing back at her as he reached the door, "the one where someone was run over in the garage. Hurry, while the light is still good."

Zhang Jiajing's eyes lit up as she held the camera.

"Zhou Hai's case? Any leads?"

"A clue?" Wu Liang pushed open the glass door of the law firm, sunlight shining on his face. He squinted and smiled. "The word 'clue' is too conservative."

Zhang Jiajing followed behind him, carrying a camera, her steps light and quick.

"What level is that?"

Everything is ready, except for the east wind.

Luyuan Residential Area is an old residential area with six-story slab buildings whose exterior paint is peeling off in patches.

An elderly man in a security guard uniform was sitting in the guard room at the entrance of the residential compound, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan while listening to a storytelling performance on the radio.

Before Wu Liang could even show his lawyer's license, the old man waved his hand, skipping the registration altogether.

"Is it that garage lookout again? Come on in, there's been a lot of people coming these past few days."

Wu Liang and Zhang Jiajing exchanged a glance and went inside.

The garage is not far inside the residential area; it's an underground garage with a fairly high elevation.

On the concrete ground behind the speed bump, dark brown patches of paint seeped into the cracks.

Zhang Jiajing silently took half a step back.

Wu Liang didn't mind, and squatted down with the blanket to examine it for a while.

Yes, the bleeding is quite heavy.

He died a horrible death.

Wu Liang stood up and took out the keys to Zhou Hai's car from his pocket. That morning at the detention center, he had Zhou Hai sign a vehicle inspection authorization form, which was very meticulous.

"Zhang Jiajing".

"exist!"

"Go to the entrance of the residential area and ask the security guard to come over."

Without saying a word, Zhang Jiajing ran off. Three minutes later, the security guard, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, followed her with a curious expression.

"Sir, what's your name?"

"His surname is Wang."

"Uncle Wang, I need your help with something." Wu Liang pointed to the ramp at the garage exit. "I'll be driving out in a bit. My assistant is lying on the ground. Could you keep watch on the ramp and stop any cars that come in? It won't take long, just ten minutes."

Grandpa Wang stopped fanning himself, looked at Wu Liang, and then at Zhang Jiajing, who was completely bewildered.

"This girl?"

"right."

Grandpa Wang nodded.

"Sure. Anyway, there are plenty of people watching the show these days, so one more incident won't make a difference."

Zhang Jiajing was stunned.

Me? Lying on the ground?

Five minutes later, Zhang Jiajing, feeling utterly hopeless, lay down on the dark brown stain with a wrinkled nose.

Wu Liang persuaded her by offering to tutor her for an extra hour each day for the bar exam.

A silver-gray, older model sedan was parked below the garage exit ramp. Wu Liang sat in the driver's seat, the window rolled down, his arm resting on the window frame.

"preparation……"

"Wait a minute, boss! I have a question."

"ask."

"Why am I the one lying down, and not you?"

"Because I need to drive," Wu Liang said matter-of-factly. "Do you have a driver's license?"

Zhang Jiajing wanted to say that I shouldn't have asked.

I missed the bar exam by three points, and failed the driving test (Part 3) twice. Life's setbacks always seem to come in droves.

Grandpa Wang stood at the top of the slope, using a palm-leaf fan to shield himself from the sun, his expression shifting from curiosity to watching a show.

"Are you ready?" Wu Liang's voice came from below the slope.

"Ready—" Zhang Jiajing took a deep breath. "Boss, drive slowly."

"Don't worry, it won't really run over you."

The sound of the engine starting up filled the air.

Zhang Jiajing closed her eyes, feeling the ground beneath her tremble slightly. The sound of tires rolling over the concrete grew closer and closer…

Then it stopped.

"Get up and take a look."

Zhang Jiajing quickly lifted the blanket and sat up. Just as she was about to move her small blanket to the bloodstains, Wu Liang stopped her.

"Keep the pressure on the bleeding area, don't move it."

Turning his head, he saw that the front of the car was less than two meters away from him. Wu Liang had already gotten out of the car and was squatting in the middle of the slope, squinting one eye and gesturing with his thumb to indicate something.

With a look of grief and indignation, Zhang Jiajing covered herself with the blanket and ran over to squat down next to Wu Liang.

From this angle, the gray blanket blends almost seamlessly with the ground, especially in the shaded area in the middle of the slope, where the boundary between the edge of the blanket and the road surface is so blurred that it is almost indistinguishable.

"What did you figure out?" Wu Liang asked.

"I can't see clearly," she said honestly.

"That's right." Wu Liang stood up, dusted off his hands, "You can't see it clearly, Zhou Hai can't see it clearly either, no normal person can see it clearly."

He pointed to the slope of the ramp.

"The design of this garage is flawed. The slope is too steep, and the exit is right next to the main road of the community. The designer must have had their brain slammed in a door. When the front of the car is going uphill, the driver's eyes are looking upwards to see if there are any pedestrians or oncoming vehicles. But when the front of the car goes downhill after passing the top of the slope, the view is largely blocked by the hood."

He then pointed to the blanket on the floor.

"A dark gray blanket, a dark gray pavement. It's 6:30 in the morning, the sun hasn't fully risen yet. These conditions combined—"

"It wasn't a mistake!"

Upon hearing Wu Liang's analysis, Zhang Jiajing was startled and blurted out.

"An unexpected event." Wu Liang nodded. "Article 16 of the Criminal Law, not bad, Zhang Jiajing, you have a good chance of passing the bar exam."

Zhang Jiajing scratched her head shyly; she loved hearing those words.

Then she looked at the camera Wu Liang had shoved into her hand and suddenly understood.

"So you made me lie here—"

"Take photos." Wu Liang patted Zhang Jiajing on the shoulder. "This time I'll lie down and shoot from the driver's perspective, making sure the color contrast between the blanket and the road surface is clear. Then shoot from below the slope looking up, showing the blind spots. Take several photos, and we'll make a presentation for the trial."

"However, the current time does not match the time of the incident, so we will have to come back again tomorrow."

Zhang Jiajing nodded, raised her camera without saying a word, and started looking for the right angle.

After watching for a while, Grandpa Wang leisurely fanned himself and asked, "Young man, are you a lawyer?"

"Yes." Wu Liang had already lay down and covered himself with the blanket.

"Defending the young man who was driving?"

"Yes."

Grandpa Wang shook his head slightly, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

"I know that young man. He's lived in this neighborhood for three years. He leaves home at 6:30 every morning and greets everyone he sees. On the morning of the accident, he even honked his horn at me as he drove away."

He glanced at the spot where Wu Liang was lying and sighed.

"We, the property management, have tried to persuade that old lady so many times not to sleep here, but she won't listen. Her family doesn't care either. The police have come to persuade her, but she just lies on the ground and rolls around, refusing to leave. Nobody can do anything about her."

"But then something went wrong, and her son and daughter-in-law suddenly perked up."

Wu Liang remained silent.

There's no other reason; sometimes the dead are more valuable than the living, and this kind of thing isn't uncommon.

As a lawyer, he has to use evidence to stop those who want to exploit this moral loophole.

Zhang Jiajing had already climbed onto the car and pressed the shutter.

With a click, the image freezes.