Mystery Hunter

“This world is truly wonderful,” Wang Chao exclaimed in the car. “Despite saying that Feng Bin is suspected of murder only, it turns out that the suspect’s wife has called to report that the suspect is at home now. So, after going around in a big circle, what do you suppose Feng Bin is doing? Isn’t he still back?”

Jiang He had a different plan than Wang Chao. He stated: “In fact, this Feng Bin is extremely sharp. If it were up to me, this would be the best way to go. The place where you live is always the most familiar, and evading pursuit in a familiar place will increase your chances of escaping by 5%. Or go to a very remote location; your success rate will be escalated by 10%.”

“Really?” Wang Chao has never heard of such a theory before.

“This is the conclusion that I reached after summarizing all the cases I knew.” Jiang He nodded.

“Feng Bin owns and operates an Internet company. It is unrealistic for him to be unaware that when using his ID card, a record is generated online that the police can use to locate him. So there is an 80% chance that he purposefully took the train and the plane to mislead the police.”

Only then did Wang Chao realize what Feng Bin was up to.

“After obtaining this information, there is a 70% likelihood that the police will go to Yuzhou City to investigate Feng Bin’s whereabouts,” Jiang He continued.

“We wouldn’t have known when to expect news from Feng Bin if Hannah weren’t there,” Wang Chao said solemnly. “Four days is just about enough time for him to travel away and come back.”

Jiang He wholeheartedly concurred with Wang Chao’s words. He yanked on his seat belt and exclaimed, “That’s right.”

Wang Chao unfolded his arms and said to the criminal police officer in front of him: “Drive quickly, something is amiss. In my experience, wives will generally cover up their fugitive husbands. Hannah has a high level of awareness. Can this be considered another form of righteous annihilation?”

A police car quickly arrived in the Upper East Courtyard, and several officers rushed to the doors of the two families.

Several people waited at the door after ringing the doorbell.

Jiang He took a step back from the door and surveyed the entire two-story villa.

This building featured white walls and red bricks in a retro style.

A BMW was parked inside the garage door adjacent to the villa, which was currently open. The car was not properly parked, and a portion of it was still outside the garage.

Jiang He promptly analyzed the existing information. Regardless of who the car’s owner was, Jiang He could tell that the person must have been very anxious when he got out of the car. There was a 60% probability that the anxious person should be Hannah, and the reason why she was so anxious was because someone was at home.

They should be able to enter the house from the garage rather than the main entrance.

While Jiang He was looking around, the main entrance opened and a woman emerged.

Jiang He observed this woman. Even though the woman appeared to be close to fifty years old, the information revealed that she was only forty years old. He noticed that the woman’s entire body was adorned in well-known brands, and that her simple dress was likely worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Women had thicker finger joints and rougher skin. They appeared to be people who have been through a lot.

Several people followed the woman into the house, including Jiang He.

As Jiang He entered the entrance, he widened his eyes and spotted a flashing red dot on the top of the door frame. This should be a camera, similar to the effect of a cat’s eye.

Jiang He noticed a corner of the sofa while the woman remained silent.

On the left side of the living room, there was a row of luxurious sofas, but that was not the point. The point was that Jiang He noticed the sofa’s corner. A single-shoulder backpack was in the corner of the sofa. At this point, the backpack’s opening was wide open, and he could see the red inside: it was a stack of 100 RMB bills.

The sofa was placed next to this bag with a slight recess. According to the rectangular depressions on the sofa, there should have been a backpack in this location previously. On the sofa table across from the two backpacks, an ashtray contained more than a dozen cigarette butts.

All of the details flashed through Jiang He’s mind instantly, and he learned a crucial message: the person smoking here had just left.

It was also at this stage that Jiang He thought of an exit where the figure used as a means of escape, namely the garage door he had seen when he first entered.

With this thought in mind, Jiang He turned around and ran outside.

Jiang He simply opened the door and bolted. He saw a person in front of him carrying a shoulder bag that matched the one in the room at this point and hurried outside. Questioning who that was would be pointless because Jiang He was positive that this person was not a stranger. This was Feng Bin, who had returned home earlier.

Feng Bin had never run faster in his life, because he knew that if he stopped, what awaited him would be death.

Feng Bin had no clue what had gone awry or why he had been discovered by the police as soon as he returned, just as he had no understanding how he had begun down this path of breaking the law and committing crimes.

Feng Bin burst into tears as he ran around in circles.

He recalled the last time he ran like this was back when he was still in college, and remembered the sunset running, which was his lost youth.

He had been running for a long time without exercising, and was panting after only a few hundred meters. He turned back after passing a street, followed by Jiang He.

“Murderer.” Jiang He pursued Feng Bin furiously, yelling, “Stop him, the person in front of you is a murderer!”

The majority of people had just returned from work, and it was late at night. On both sides of this wide street were a variety of food stalls. Diners and bystanders came and went in a never-ending stream. Jiang He predicted that a few courageous young people would rush from the street to stop the skinny Feng Bin.

However, Jiang He miscalculated this time, and his probability theory was flawed.

Jiang He’s yell surely assisted Feng Bin. A gap appeared in the center of the street, which was previously busy and everyone was like: you’re free to catch him, it has got nothing to do with us. At the conclusion that the guy sprinting in front of them was a killer, they feld as far as they could from the suspected murderer.

Jiang He was perplexed by this scene. Feng Bin didn’t have any weapons in his hands, and his build wasn’t as muscular as he had expected. 70% of those around him were capable of stopping or even subduing him on the spot, but none of the things Jiang He expected occurred.

Feng Bin was able to run more freely.

Despite this, Jiang He was unaware of the error in his probability. Should he yell any louder, he recognized that he might actually be aiding Feng Bin to flee. He consequently ceased shouting and ran with all of his might like a tenacious robot.

Although Jiang He was thin, he had the advantage of not having a car, so wherever Jiang He went, if it was not an emergency, Jiang He always walked.

Jiang He could see he was about to catch Feng Bin because his physical strength was much greater than Feng Bin’s.

Feng Bin looked at Jiang He, who was nearing him. Anxiety awash his heart and he couldn’t help but lose his mind. He drew his backpack forward, pulled the zip as shown, and then raised it as shown. Coins were scattered throughout the sky, fluttering in the wind and radiating an enticing golden light in the sunlight. This was the most lovely thing on the planet.

The big master who spread pancakes threw away the eggs in his hand, the aunt who sold fruit threw away the large watermelon in her hand, and the couple who ate ice cream threw away the ice cream in their hands as well. Only the three-year-old with a lollipop was oblivious to what was happening. He clapped his hands as he looked at these people. He thought these people were hilarious.

People were rushing with some jumping, some running, some making noise, and some shouting.

“Damn, that’s the first thing I noticed.”

“Don’t squeeze; there are still plenty.”

“Grandson, please contact Grandma Sun as soon as possible to pick up the money!”

Everyone immediately blocked the road as if it were a tide.

Where could Jiang He go if he was surrounded by people?

Jiang He, who was surging through the crowd like a wave, swiftly calculated in his head that this street was a T-shaped road, and the left side would go around Feng Bin’s house, while the right side was Sifeng Street in the end.

Sifeng Street had two forks all the way forward. Feng Bin should turn from the first intersection to avoid being discovered.

It was a narrow street with only one exit.

After leaving the building, Feng Bin wouldn’t get in a taxi because the driver would help the police find him.

According to Feng Bin’s intelligence, the most likely scenario was that he took a taxi to a distant location, then got off at an unsupervised location.

This distance should not be too far; otherwise, the police will dispatch a police car at once to catch up with him.

Jiang He closed his eyes and pondered on this location before opening his eyes abruptly.

Sifeng Bridge.

Above Sifeng Bridge was the train track. It was most likely that he would leave Sifeng Bridge Cave, go up the stairs to the bridge, cross the barbed wire to the train track. To avoid detection, he would climb into a coal truck and hide in the car. If luck was on his side, he would have already left Longcheng City when the police stopped the taxi.

When these probabilities were added together, the probability was 50%.

Of course, there was another option. Feng Bin got down at Qiaodong and then took another taxi to get out. Time was of the essence on this possibility. Feng Bin would be arrested in Qiaodong if no taxi went through at that moment. This likelihood had a 40% possibility, but its operability was poor.

These were the two most important prospects that Jiang He examined in a split second. Obviously, if Feng Bin had been wiser than Jiang He, he might have come up with a more effective escape plan.

Sifengqiao held the key to whether Feng Bin would be caught.

When Jianghe realized this, he immediately ran in the opposite way.

If he ran in Feng Bin’s direction and had to pass through two narrow streets, his chances of colliding with a car were 10%.

There was a 90% risk of crashing into a vehicle when running the opposite way after passing the street.

When comparing the two options, Jiang He naturally opted for the shortest and easiest route.

“The Cave of Sifengqiao.” Jiang He stopped a taxi.

Translated By:ca5

Edited By: MadHatter