Chapter 14: The Numbers Killer - Li Feifan

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Soon, several police cars arrived in front of C University's Psychology Department Building. Gongsun and the others hurriedly got off the car. The police quickly cordoned off the area around the body with yellow tape as the school security tried to disperse the onlookers. The crime scene was contained in an orderly manner. The campus, however, was still in an uproar.

For a model student like Li Feifan to fall to his death before the student population, it'd be difficult for the university to try and shirk off responsibility. In addition, with the on-site investigations concluding that it was a homicide, it put the entire school on edge.

The school immediately issued a suspension of class for the day, to cooperate with police investigations.

The S.C.I. team separated out into various groups and got to work. Wang Chao brought some technicians up to the rooftop to take some samples. While Zhang Long went with Xu Qing to question some of Li Feifan's classmates. Ma Han went to Li Feifan's dorm room while Gongsun and Zhao Hu conducted on-site autopsy and questioned witnesses respectively.

Meanwhile, Bai Yutang pulled Zhan Zhao to the side, into the S.C.I. fieldwork RV, and sat down face to face.

"What?" Zhan Zhao asked Bai Yutang who looked all serious.

"Do you feel better?"

"I was fine from the start," Zhan Zhao turned away and muttered.

"Then what's your relationship with Li Feifan?" Bai Yutang asked cheekily.

"What did you say?!" Zhan Zhao sprung right up.

"Can you not get so agitated first?" Bai Yutang hurriedly reached out to pull Zhan Zhao back down onto the seat, "I'm asking you how much do you know about him? Was there anything special to note, or did he tell you anything?"

Zhan Zhao furrowed his brows in concentration and recalled, "There's nothing in particular. All I know is that he's good at his studies, attends all my lectures and often asks me some questions."

"What kind of questions?"
"It's nothing special, just academic stuff..."

"Do you know when this photo was taken?" Bai Yutang held up the phone and asked.

Zhan Zhao shook his head in frustration, "I have no idea at all."

"What about these numbers: 1, 3, 5?"

Zhan Zhao sigh aloud, "I don't understand what they mean."

Bai Yutang sighed as well, "Hear me out Kitty, this boy jumped off a building holding his phone with your photo. It's like he killed himself for love."

Hearing these words, Zhan Zhao's eyes rounded in anger, "White mouse! This is no time to be joking around!"

"Keke..."

Bai Yutang reached out to rubbed between Zhan Zhao's brows and said, "I was trying to get you to relax, don't be so tensed."

In return, Zhan Zhan rolled his eyes at him and leaned into the backrest of the seat, "I really have don't have a single clue this time... But I feel like he was trying to tell me something..."

Didididi...

All of a sudden, Bai Yutang's phone rang. When he picked up, it was Ma Han on the line.

"Leader, we found some things in Li Feifan's room. You have to see this."
"What did you find?"

Bai Yutang could hear the anxiousness in Ma Han's voice.

"...I can't explain it clearly, you'll know when you see it. Ah right, bring Dr. Zhan along as well."

After the call ended, Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao headed down as fast as they could.

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