Upon hearing the news that her roommate had been killed, Qin Feng could no longer remain calm. He leapt off the bed, dressing as he went, and said, “Something’s wrong—I have to go check it out. Si Si, just wait for me. I’ll come back as soon as I’ve handled things!” Zhou Mu Si pouted. “I want to go with you!” “Oh, please,” Qin Feng replied, “It’s the murder scene—covered in blood. What do you expect to do there?” She huffed. “Blood? What’s so scary about blood? My dad’s a police officer, and I’ve even killed fish myself!” Qin Feng thought, well, your dad’s a civil servant, doesn’t he? Has his gun ever done anything other than target practice? As he pulled on his pants, he said, “You really want to go?” The young woman immediately deflated. “No, I don’t. Seeing a corpse will keep me up all night. My brother-in-law has to stay with his sisters every night. I’ll be afraid all by myself!” "Pff... He kissed the young girl on the face and then dashed off like a bolt of lightning. At the dormitory entrance, police had already set up a perimeter, barring all unrelated personnel from entering. As soon as Qin Feng got off the car, he turned to Shu Yajing standing at the door and asked, 'What exactly happened? I know Liu Chao well—he's a true gossip enthusiast. How could someone have killed him?' The policewoman shook her head and said, 'The motive for the murder hasn't been uncovered yet. Initial examination shows that the victim was shot from the entrance area—three bullets struck the head, one the heart. The method was exceptionally professional!' In a professional killer's technique, the head is typically targeted first, followed by the heart. While military snipers also often follow this pattern, they wouldn't fire three consecutive shots at the head before delivering a final one to the heart. The policewoman gestured toward a nearby vehicle, 'Your two roommates are terrified and are currently being interviewed.' The two walked toward the inquiry vehicle, opened the back door, and Qin Feng asked, "Li Wenling, Cheng Dachun—has Liu Chao ever had any conflicts with anyone?" Li Wenling, the plump one, shook his head: "No, Liu Chao is a classic homebody. Every day he moves between classroom, dormitory, and canteen—on a straight line. Besides occasionally flirting online with girls, he's never had any conflicts with anyone!" Cheng Dachun, pale-faced, added, "Oh, yesterday he told us both that he was making a serious move on the campus beauty, Liu Su—full of mystery and excitement. I wonder if this has any connection to his murder." At that moment, an officer approached and saluted them: "Shu Officer, we've found chat records between the deceased and a girl named Liu Su—please take a look!" He handed over a tablet. Qin Feng didn't examine it closely, but Shu Officer immediately gasped: "Xiao Feng, that guy has been pretending to be you, chatting with girls under your name!" What? Qin Dashi took the computer and checked—it wasn't possible! Liu Chao's online nickname was actually Qin Feng, the one everyone loved. Really? The officer said seriously, "Based on the chat records, Liu Su, who frequently communicated with the victim, shows strong suspicion. I've already reported this to my superiors and sent someone to interview Liu Su!" What seemed like a simple assassination had become complicated due to Qin Feng's involvement. From the chat logs, it was clear that the other party had almost fully believed the fake Liu Chao. This strongly suggested that the assassination was actually aimed directly at Qin Feng himself, while Liu Chao, rather foolishly, had become the scapegoat. The policewoman also grasped the key point and pulled him aside, speaking softly, "Have you caused trouble with anyone else?" "Not really," he thought. Aside from your cousin Zhou Muxi, I've been extremely quiet lately and haven't caused any issues. The policewoman frowned, "Then it must be someone from the past—how can we find out who, when you have so many old enemies?" Qin, drenched in sweat, what kind of talk is this? Yes, my enemies may be numerous, but they’ve all been trampled underfoot, haven’t they? Four police officers carry a long, rectangular black plastic bag out of the stairwell—no doubt it’s Liu Chao’s body. Shu, the young policewoman, shakes his arm and says, “The student’s parents should arrive soon. Have you thought through how you’ll tell them?” Qin sighs, “Until the matter is fully clarified, let the school administration and the police handle it. If it’s truly my fault that Liu died, then I’ll offer the Liu family additional compensation.” The onlookers aren’t just students—many teachers are also present. Old Chen, one of them, immediately spots Qin Feng standing within the perimeter line, and immediately furrows his brows, raising his voice in exasperation: “Qin! Where have you hidden my daughter? Tell me clearly!” Qin Dashi was taken aback, feeling both embarrassed and embarrassed—his groin tight with the sheer unpredictability of the old man. In front of so many people, he had shouted and bellowed so loudly that anyone unfamiliar with the situation would surely think Qin had taken his daughter away. Qin’s image—his universally appealing persona—was now at stake. The scholar looked determined to press his case all the way, fortunately being held back by officers stationed at the perimeter. Though physically restrained by two police officers, the scholar continued to bounce up and down and shout with increasing intensity. Shu, the policewoman, couldn’t help but chuckle. “Shall I assist you?” “Of course! Otherwise, my reputation is truly ruined by Ping Da.” Qin Feng said, his face full of exasperation. The policewoman gave a subtle signal to the officer in charge of crowd management, who immediately understood and directed several of his subordinates to help drag the scholar into a police vehicle. “Hmm,” the policewoman said with a bright smile, “to treat the future father-in-law this way—doesn’t that seem a bit excessive?” Qin Feng gave her a withering look: "When dealing with someone rigid, you have to do just that. As the saying goes, 'the bad person will inevitably be worn down by another bad person.' Keep this a secret from Yueyue—she'll surely go crazy if she finds out!" "Got it, bad husband," the policewoman returned, giving him a sharp look as well. "Qin proposed, 'I'll go talk to her!' 'Of course,' the officer quickly ushered the two inside.