Han Fei thought it would be better to let Xu Mo finish eating before telling him. They could talk after the meal.
But Xu Mo's curiosity had been thoroughly piqued by Han Fei. He was eager to know what Han Fei wanted to tell him.
He asked directly, "What is it? Just tell me. I'm almost done eating anyway."
"There might be another case," Han Fei said. "I'm not entirely sure, but something seems fishy... Did you see the trending topic in our city? About the guy who committed suicide after losing money in stocks."
Xu Mo recalled the trending topic he had seen earlier.
The trending post said that the person had jumped to his death after losing money in the stock market.
For Han Fei to specifically call about this, could it mean that the person didn't commit suicide but was murdered?
So, had Han Fei discovered something suspicious?
"You suspect it's not suicide but homicide?" Xu Mo asked while opening the trending topic again.
"Yes," Han Fei explained briefly: "I know the deceased. He comes from a very wealthy family. A few hundred thousand wouldn't be much to him. He's not the type to impulsively commit suicide over losing that amount."
Xu Mo unconsciously repeated Han Fei's words.
"Very wealthy..."
He glanced at An Youyi.
Among the people Xu Mo knew, only An Youyi could be described as coming from a very wealthy family.
Coincidentally, An Youyi had also lost a few hundred thousand in stocks today.
Her situation was almost identical to the deceased person Han Fei described.
Xu Mo observed An Youyi.
He saw her holding her empty bowl, peering intently into the hot pot. She seemed to be debating whether to have another bowl of soup...
She was probably torn between worrying about gaining weight and wanting more, caught in indecision. She looked completely carefree.
The rich were indeed so down-to-earth, as if losing 300,000 meant nothing to her.
Judging from An Youyi's various reactions, it was hard to tell she had just lost 300,000. She didn't even look slightly dejected.
Xu Mo suddenly understood Han Fei's perspective.
He realized why Han Fei suspected this wasn't suicide, but homicide!
If, as Han Fei said, the deceased came from a wealthy background and a few hundred thousand meant nothing to him, then his reaction to losing that money should have been similar to An Youyi's.
Even if he felt bad about losing money, it would only be temporary, a slight mood drop. It wouldn't escalate to jumping off a building in a moment of despair.
"Should we go to the scene and take a look?" Xu Mo suggested. "Now that you mention it, I also feel something's off. The deceased might not have committed suicide at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fei replied, "I received the report early this morning. I'm at the scene now. I'll send you some photos. See if you can spot anything."
Han Fei suddenly went silent on the other end.
About a minute later, Han Fei spoke again.
"Check your WeChat. I just sent you some photos I took. Take a look and see if you notice anything unusual."
At the same time, Xu Mo's phone chimed a few times.
"Okay," he responded, opening WeChat to check the photos Han Fei had just sent.
No wonder he wanted me to finish eating first, Xu Mo thought. Brain matter splattered everywhere. Good thing I'm almost done, or I wouldn't be able to take another bite... Xu Mo examined the photos Han Fei sent very carefully.
After a while, he came to a conclusion: "Time of death was about four hours ago. We can confirm he died from the fall, not killed elsewhere and thrown down to fake a suicide scene. But whether he jumped voluntarily or was pushed, I can't determine. One thing's for sure though, the deceased didn't engage in any physical struggle before death."
This was all Xu Mo could deduce from the photos Han Fei sent.
Because without an autopsy, that's all the information one could gather.
After Xu Mo finished speaking, Han Fei pondered, "Cause of death is falling from a great height, no signs of struggle before death... So there's still a possibility it was suicide?"
"It's possible, but not certain," Xu Mo replied. "We can't rule out the possibility that the killer was someone familiar to the victim. In a case of murder by an acquaintance, there wouldn't need to be a struggle. They could simply push the victim off when he wasn't paying attention."
"So in your opinion, is suicide or homicide more likely?" Han Fei asked Xu Mo again.
Xu Mo answered without hesitation: "Homicide!"
When he first saw the trending topic, Xu Mo didn't think much of it, assuming it was a common suicide case.
But when Han Fei called to discuss it, Xu Mo realized... this incident was now connected to him.
He had a Conan-like constitution when it came to these matters.
If this type of incident was linked to him, it definitely wouldn't be simple.
Suicide was impossible. It had to be homicide!
Besides, Han Fei had mentioned earlier that he knew the deceased, who came from a wealthy background.
How could someone from a wealthy family impulsively commit suicide by jumping off a building just because they lost a few hundred thousand in stocks? It's impossible!
There must be something fishy going on.
Based on the crime scene photos Han Fei sent, Xu Mo had gathered some useful information.
First, the cause of death was falling from a great height. He indeed died from the fall, not killed by other means and then pushed down to fake a suicide scene.
So, the rooftop was the primary crime scene. They could collect fingerprints or hair samples for biological evidence, which might become crucial evidence.
Second, the deceased showed no signs of struggle before death, indicating he wasn't forcibly pushed off the building.
This suggested that the killer was likely someone familiar to the victim, or at least an acquaintance. It definitely wasn't a stranger.
When Han Fei first received the report, he thought it was a straightforward suicide case.
If it were suicide, handling it wouldn't be too complicated.
They would seal off the scene, disperse the crowd, then transport the body back to the police station and notify the family to claim it.
But upon arriving at the scene, he discovered the deceased was a friend of his. Han Fei began to suspect things weren't that simple. He started to doubt it was a simple suicide, but it was just a suspicion at that point.
However, after talking with Xu Mo, Han Fei was no longer just suspicious.
He also realized that this was likely a murder case.
It was probably committed by someone familiar to the victim, and the primary crime scene was on the rooftop.
"You few, stay here and secure the scene. Don't let any unauthorized personnel approach. The rest of you, follow me up!" Han Fei decided to go up to the rooftop, to the primary crime scene, to see if they could find any useful clues.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"