Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

”The deceased Fang Bing, fifty years old, divorced when he was young and lived with his son alone for many years. He never remarried and had no particular hobbies.

There’s an unfinished building next to Fang Bing’s house. This morning, Fang Bing was found bound and thrown to his death at the base of this building, as reported by the community police.”

Tang Feng and Liu Shuangshuang were currently riding in Chi Feng heading to the crime scene. Since the death did not occur in the suburbs, the first police officer on the scene provided the basic information and maintained the site.

”Originally, this case wouldn’t have been reported to our Special Handling Office No.1, but due to the recent serial killings, a directive was issued to report all homicide cases.

This is how we found out about this case, although this victim hadn’t been tortured, it’s unlikely related to our case.”

Tang Feng wasn’t particularly interested in this case, the serial killings were already troubling him; regular homicides didn’t fall under their jurisdiction.

”Whether it’s connected or not, we have to see the scene to be sure. Although this victim was simply bound and thrown from a building, it might still be connected to the serial killings.

Binding is a form of torture, the difference lies in whether it’s mild or intense.”

Liu Shuangshuang was reviewing the emails sent by the police at the crime scene, which contained photos of the victim. From the pictures, there were no signs of torture on the victim.

He was simply bound and thrown from a building, far milder compared to the brutality of the perpetrator in the serial killings, suggesting it was unlikely the same person.

Fang Bing’s residence was in a bustling urban area, and by the time Liu Shuangshuang and Tang Feng arrived, a crowd had gathered outside the police barricade.

Displaying their work IDs, Liu Shuangshuang and Tang Feng went inside the police line, immediately noticing the victim, tightly bound with ropes, hands tied behind his back, eyes wide open in a chilling expression.

When Liu Shuangshuang and Tang Feng arrived, a man about thirty years old was crying over the victim, looking utterly heartbroken. The police introduced him as Fang Bing’s son, Fang Shao.

Liu Shuangshuang went straight to Fang Bing’s body for examination.

Tang Feng approached Fang Shao, patting his shoulder: ”Try to stay calm and help us with your statement, it’s crucial for catching your father’s murderer.”

Fang Shao wiped his face, clearing his tears, and spoke in a hoarse voice with red eyes: ”I know, ask anything you need.”

”Does your father have any enemies, or might he have unknowingly offended someone?” Tang Feng led Fang Shao to a quieter area for questions.

Fang Shao sobbed, barely thinking: ”My father couldn’t have any enemies! He was so kind, always treating others well.

Neighbors all knew his good temper, never arguing, let alone making enemies.”

”Did your father feed stray cats?” Liu Shuangshuang asked, bending over to examine the victim further.

Fang Shao turned his eyes away briefly at Liu Shuangshuang’s question, but quickly looked back, almost too quick to notice.

He shook his head firmly at Liu Shuangshuang: ”My father doesn’t like cats, never approaches them, and certainly wouldn’t feed stray cats.”

”Though you live with your father, you often go to work or hang out with friends, so you weren’t always with him.

How can you be sure he never fed stray cats? Stray cats are everywhere, it’s easy to feed them.

If someone wanted to, they could simply take leftovers to where stray cats gather.

Perhaps your father did so without your knowledge.” Liu Shuangshuang said, maintaining eye contact with Fang Shao.

Under Liu Shuangshuang’s gaze, Fang Shao’s eyes flickered ever so slightly, yet he insisted: ”This is my father we’re talking about, no one knows him better than me.

He never cared for cats or dogs, he wouldn’t have fed stray cats. I’m certain.” He added with emphasis.

”I see.” Liu Shuangshuang nodded in thought, not pressing further, and gripped her hand behind her back, where she held two cat hairs she had found on the victim.

Leaving Tang Feng to continue taking Fang Shao’s statement, Liu Shuangshuang casually turned to ask the surrounding crowd, gradually approaching a boy around ten years old.

This boy had opened his mouth to say something when Liu Shuangshuang asked Fang Shao about feeding stray cats.

But after Fang Shao denied his father kept cats, a woman beside the boy quickly covered his mouth, preventing him from speaking.

The woman appeared to be the boy’s mother. Liu Shuangshuang had one of the second team members engage the boy’s mother to distract her from overseeing her son.

Unconcerned about his child being near the crime scene, the mother seemed indifferent.

When disrupted, the boy’s mother easily forgot to stop her son from speaking.

Smoothly approaching the boy, Liu Shuangshuang took out a lollipop she’d gotten from the second team’s member, handing it to him: ”Little brother, here’s a candy, aren’t you scared of seeing dead bodies?”

The boy glanced toward his mother, and upon seeing she wasn’t paying attention, he hesitated but took the lollipop from Liu Shuangshuang.

Unwrapping the candy and popping it into his mouth, the boy immediately smiled: ”I’m not scared of dead bodies. I’m a brave little man.”

Smiling, Liu Shuangshuang led him to a nearby planter: ”You’re such a brave little man. Would you help your sister with something?

Sister is a police officer. Would you, as a good citizen, answer some questions to help sister solve the case?”

Having received candy and treated like a grown-up, the boy eagerly patted his chest: ”Ask away, Officer Sister, I’ll help however I can.”

Liu Shuangshuang nodded: ”Alright, then, will you tell sister if that deceased grandpa ever fed stray cats?”