Chapter 61 A Peculiar Hobby!

The two were taken away by Little Liu, who had just arrived.

At the same time, the police station also dispatched some additional manpower.

Meanwhile, Long Hao and the Instructor were busy handling the matter regarding Yamamoto Hidetoshi.

They were terrified that if they weren't careful for even a second, the man would be deported back.

As a result, they didn't come over personally.

Looking at the group, Chen Mo gestured for Little Zhang to brief them on the current situation so they could dive into the case as quickly as possible.

"Based on the current situation, the criminal disguised himself as a sewer maintenance worker to knock on the door and enter Xiao Yuqing's home. Then, the informant outside heard cries for help and quickly reported it to the police."

"When the police arrived, the criminal carried Xiao Yuqing and hid behind this curtain. It wasn't until five o'clock this morning that he drove a garbage truck to transport her away."

Everyone nodded, indicating they understood, and then they all looked toward Chen Mo.

They were waiting for him to assign tasks.

"First, the criminal took Xiao Yuqing away at five in the morning. Did the security guard on duty notice anything? Did he see the man's face clearly?"

"Second, the garbage truck is used every day. Didn't the workers notice when it suddenly went missing?"

"All of these points need to be investigated thoroughly, especially the workers responsible for transporting the garbage."

After receiving their orders, they formed small teams and split up to investigate.

Chen Mo, meanwhile, re-entered the bathroom in Xiao Yuqing's home.

A trace of doubt flashed across his expression.

After handling so many cases, his subconscious had been constantly reminding him ever since he left Xiao Yuqing's home earlier that there seemed to be something wrong with the fragrance.

But for a moment, he just couldn't figure out exactly where the problem lay.

At this moment, he walked back inside.

He picked up the body wash and shampoo, just about to bring them to his nose to sniff them.

Then he discovered that both bottles were empty.

Hmm?

He picked up the perfume on the side and gave it a shake; it was also empty.

Strange.

"Before, I thought it was because Xiao Yuqing liked fragrances herself, so she added things like essential oils to these items, which is why the scent was so intense."

"But if all of these were used up at the same time, it could also increase the intensity of the fragrance to a level that smells pungent."

A normal person doesn't use up an entire bottle of shampoo, body wash, or perfume all at once.

A wave of very comfortable coolness suddenly surged in his mind; this was Clear Mind at work again.

He opened the shampoo cap and looked at the inner walls of the bottle.

The shampoo residue at the bottom could still flow normally, which meant it hadn't been used up a long time ago.

If it had been used up and left there long ago, the shampoo would have shown signs of slight solidification.

"Why would the criminal force Xiao Yuqing to use all of these up at once?"

"To make her smell very fragrant?"

What kind of fetish is this?

He shook his head, still unable to figure out why this was done for the time being.

Just then, Little Zhang returned with his men.

The expression on his face was not good.

"The night security guard said he was asleep at five in the morning and didn't notice the garbage truck."

"And the worker responsible for transporting the garbage stated that the garbage truck was in its original spot when he started work."

It seemed the criminal had left and returned before the worker started his shift.

These were the only clues they had for now.

Continuing to stay here would be a waste of time.

"Let's go. Let's head over to Wen Lu's house to take a look."

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Blue Sky Gardens, also located in the East District.

Building 1, Room 102.

This was the home of the first missing person, Wen Lu.

It was about a hundred square meters, with one bedroom, one living room, and one kitchen.

Two forensic investigators walked in and began taking photos to record the crime scene.

But after taking a few photos, they stopped and looked at Chen Mo with troubled faces.

"Brother Mo, we don't know how to photograph this. It's full of footprints from the police officers who came in earlier."

The meaning behind the words was obvious. Initially, the police thought it was just a simple missing person case, so they had naturally walked in without any precautions, leaving the floor covered in footprints.

Continuing to take photos in this situation would be purely for show.

Chen Mo understood their difficulty, so he led his team inside.

"Everyone, look around and see if there's anything suspicious."

Little Zhang led the others as they started moving.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo went straight to the bathroom.

Xiao Yuqing had been required by the criminal to make herself smell very fragrant.

What about Wen Lu?

Was she also required to do the same?

He picked up a bottle and shook it.

It felt heavy in his hand.

He picked up a few others, and then he walked out.

The answer was no.

In fact, when he walked into the bathroom and didn't smell any fragrance, he already had the answer in his heart.

He had only picked them up just in case.

Seeing that everyone was busy, Chen Mo also began looking through each room.

Eventually, his steps stopped in the kitchen.

He was now very sensitive to any items that were empty.

And coincidentally, the condiment bottles in Wen Lu's kitchen were all empty.

Was it a coincidence?

He didn't think so.

He stepped closer.

Sesame oil, light soy sauce, the garlic in the box, white sugar, chili—all of these were at the very bottom.

"Little Zhang."

The voice drifted out from the kitchen and reached the ears of every police officer in the living room.

Although he called for Little Zhang, everyone subconsciously gathered around.

From Brother Mo's tone, it sounded like he had discovered something but was uncertain about it.

"What is it, Brother Mo?"

"In Wen Lu's file, did it say she liked to cook?"

"No, the file says Wen Lu often ate fast food from downstairs. Besides, this wok is covered in dust; it's obvious she doesn't cook."

Little Zhang blew a breath into the stir-fry wok, and the flying dust almost made him choke.

"That's strange then."

Chen Mo gestured for him to look at these empty condiment bottles.

"Huh!?"