Chapter 652: Abandoned Body in the Suburbs
Listening to Chen Gong talk with such seriousness, Chen Shi remained unconvinced, “It’s not such a remarkable technology. The cost of any product gradually decreases over time, especially electronics. I remember smartphones were over a few thousand ten years ago, now they’re just over a thousand, even elementary school students have them.”
Chen Gong replied, “From a historical perspective, maybe not, but this price drop caused many telecom companies to struggle. Zhuo Yuan Corporation excels at price wars; they pushed Han Jie Corporation to the brink before.”
“This doesn’t concern you, though, does it?” Lin Qiupu asked. “When did you last see Cao Man?”
“I remember it was the end of December. That day, he was preparing to interview Dong Xiao. After finally getting Dong Xiao’s approval, he went and never returned. His phone was unreachable, so I thought something might have happened.”
“Help us out. Finding the body will help us open a case smoothly. We’re not concerned about corporate battles; if someone’s done wrong, they must pay the price!” Lin Qiupu said.
“We can start with Lv Qi. Lv Qi is Dong Xiao’s right-hand man. If Dong Xiao committed murder, Lv Qi would definitely handle the body… You might not know, but Lv Qi isn’t just a deputy general manager; he’s also Dong Xiao’s godson, showing how close they are.” Chen Gong explained.
“You seem to know a lot,” Chen Shi remarked.
“Haha, I’m a journalist!”
“What kind of person is Lv Qi?”
Chen Gong thought for a moment and answered, “Double-dealing, money-minded. It’s said… just said, when he was with Ding’s Group, Dong Xiao gave him a large sum to steal that technology. He spent ten years at Ding’s Group, casually selling out his boss! But he’s indeed capable, controlling many sales channels. When he joined Dong Xiao, he became deputy general manager and even claimed to be his godson.”
“I think people like him are trouble waiting to happen,” Chen Shi commented.
“Haha, great minds think alike.”
“Make a statement about what you’ve said; I’ll apply for a case!” Lin Qiupu took a statement from Chen Gong and then applied for a search warrant.
The first person they wanted to find was Lv Qi. The next day, Chen Shi, Xu Xiaodong, and Lin Dongxue found him in the underground garage. It was after work, and Lv Qi was a tall and imposing man, probably over 190 centimeters tall, with a strong physique that filled out his shirt so much that even Lin Dongxue blushed.
He was also quite handsome, with high, sharp eyebrows that gave off an angry vibe, probably the reason why there was a hint of hostility in his appearance.
After seeing Cao Man’s photo, Lv Qi leaned against his Rolls-Royce, smoking leisurely, and said, ” After a while, they rested the shovel on the ground and said to Xu Xiaodong beside him, “Let me tell you a joke. A prisoner’s wife sent him a letter, saying no one was home to turn the land, and life was unbearable. The prisoner replied, ‘Don’t turn that land, I hid a gun underneath.’ As a result, the police ran to his home and dug three feet deep without finding the gun the prisoner mentioned. The wife sent another letter, saying the police came and turned the land upside down but didn’t find the gun you mentioned. The prisoner said, ‘I can only help you here.'”
After hearing this, Xu Xiaodong clapped his legs and laughed loudly. At this moment, someone shouted, “Found it!”
Everyone dropped their shovels and ran over to see a black piece of human tissue exposed in the ground. Everyone carefully dug open the ground; a skeleton was revealed, and the bones were burnt black with the surrounding soil, suggesting the body was burned before burial.
Peng Sijue tentatively judged the deceased to be a man in his twenties or thirties. Winter plant roots were almost nonexistent, and there were no insects in the ground, making it difficult to accurately determine the time of death, which should be within three months.
Everyone searched for clues around and found a tire mark, a hose, and most surprisingly, a press card in the bushes, with the name Cao Man written on it.