He possessed an inconspicuous car that easily blended into the urban landscape. That was his natural hiding place.
He harbored hatred toward women, stemming from his childhood and teenage years when he received no affection from the elder females in his family—instead, he likely suffered abuse and humiliation. This led to his inability to form normal relationships with the opposite sex in adulthood.
For one year during this period, he did not commit any crimes, which could mean he was imprisoned, fell ill, or entered a romantic relationship that temporarily halted his criminal activities. But ultimately, he remained unsatisfied and resumed his offenses.
The possibility of an accomplice cannot be ruled out. However, any accomplice would certainly be weaker than him and play a subordinate role.
He was the kind of person commonly seen in everyday life—someone who wouldn’t raise suspicion even walking the streets late at night. Therefore, his criminal skills were likely not particularly sophisticated.
He had obsessive-compulsive tendencies. If you visited his shop or workplace, you would find everything meticulously organized, as if laid out by a machine. He was not articulate, easily agitated, and had a strong propensity for violence.
This is all I can deduce for now. I hope it will aid your investigation."
After listening, You Mingxu instinctively glanced at the person beside her. She was about to discuss the case further with Professor Fan when, unexpectedly, a head leaned directly into view—an enlarged, handsome, yet foolish face suddenly occupying half the screen.
Yin Feng said, "Huh? Auntie, your reasoning matches mine."
You Mingxu felt a wave of exasperation and was about to push him away when Fan Shuhua on the screen widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Yin Feng?!"
Yin Feng simply took the phone from You Mingxu’s hand and asked curiously, "You know me?"
Fan Shuhua’s gaze turned complex. She stared at him for a long moment, then glanced at You Mingxu and sighed, saying, "It’s only been a year, and you don’t even recognize your teacher? I was the one who taught you criminal psychology—do you have no memory of it at all?"
You Mingxu was startled—they were actually teacher and student. Yin Feng thought for a moment, then brought the phone closer to examine it carefully. He nodded with a slight smile and said, "You do look somewhat familiar."
Fan Shuhua’s expression grew even more indescribable. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I’ve been abroad all year and only recently heard about what happened to him. Has he been like this the whole time?" This question was directed at You Mingxu, who replied, "Yes. But I think he’s much better now than right after the incident."
Yin Feng immediately glanced at her, then bit his lip and smiled secretly. You Mingxu casually patted his head, as if to say, "Behave after being praised."
Fan Shuhua observed their subtle interactions. As a renowned authority in her field, she felt the urge to widen her eyes in disbelief once again.
Heaven knew how mature, shrewd, and formidable her prized student had been before the incident. His personal life had also left Fan Shuhua somewhat dissatisfied—not due to any moral failings, but because his relationships with several girlfriends never lasted, always starting abruptly and ending just as suddenly. From Fan Shuhua’s perspective, she felt this exceptional student was not particularly drawn to women but rather lacked trust in them, unable to offer his true heart.
But now, Yin Feng acted entirely like a youth experiencing first love, his clear, rippling gaze giving Fan Shuhua goosebumps.However, when it came to her disciple's private life, ultimately she had no control over it, nor was it particularly crucial. Fan Shuhua pondered for a moment and said, "Yin Feng, your teacher has some questions she'd like to ask you."
You Mingxu understood and said, "Professor Fan, why don't you two chat? I'll go back to my room for some water."
Yin Feng refused: "There's water in my room, A Xu, I'll pour you some." As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to put down his phone, but You Mingxu pressed his hand down and whispered, "Don't you understand? Stay put." Then she turned and left.
Yin Feng wasn't truly foolish; he caught on and raised his phone, staring directly at Fan Shuhua.
Looking at his wide-eyed, frog-like expression, Fan Shuhua didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him. In the end, she smiled gently and tentatively asked, "Yin Feng, do you remember nothing from before?"
Fragmented, chaotic images flashed through Yin Feng's mind again. He replied irritably, "Yeah, I don't remember any of it."
Fan Shuhua remained silent for a moment before asking, "What about that person? The one you mentioned to me before—you always felt someone was secretly watching you, stalking you. He knew you extremely well and had highly sophisticated criminal methods."
Yin Feng and Fan Shuhua locked eyes for a few seconds before he asked, "Who is he?"
Fan Shuhua shook her head, her wise eyes tinged with worry and confusion. "All I know is what you told me—initially, you spent over a month investigating his existence but found nothing. Because of this, you became extremely anxious at the time, convinced he wasn't just a simple obsessed fan or someone seeking revenge. You believed there was a massive conspiracy targeting you. You also hoped I could help analyze the situation. But even I couldn't figure anything out.
Later, I went abroad, and you called me saying you had a lead and wanted to find an opportunity to discuss it face-to-face. But before we could meet, you…"
Yin Feng said, "Teacher, that person hasn't appeared again. I don't want to search for him or investigate anymore. I'm doing very well now—much better than before."
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You Mingxu sat on her own bed, unsure what Yin Feng and his mentor were discussing. She hoped the silly boy wouldn't upset his teacher. Thinking of this, she smiled.
Then her expression immediately darkened. Why should she feel happy on his behalf? Was this contagious?
Just then, her phone rang—it was Xu Mengshan calling.
"Sis You, we've confirmed it! Liu Yisha really did borrow a campus loan from Gold Splitting Treasure Company! The principal alone adds up to around 100,000 yuan, with over 300,000 in interest! There's no way she could have repaid that amount!"
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Combining the technically restored records from Liu Yisha's phone—call logs, text messages, WeChat chats—as well as her bank account details, her borrowing relationship with Gold Splitting Treasure Company became largely clear.
Starting in February of this year, Liu Yisha began borrowing money from the company—sometimes 3,000, sometimes 5,000 yuan. Later, she even took out larger sums, like 30,000 yuan. The police traced the fund flows and discovered that, aside from keeping what she needed for daily expenses, Liu Yisha sent the early loans back home—her father in the countryside had fallen off the roof while repairing it this year, breaking his leg and urgently needing medical funds.Deep in debt and nearing graduation, Liu Yisha found herself in increasingly dire financial straits with no job prospects in sight. She took on several part-time jobs, but the pay was meager. Consequently, she kept borrowing 2,000 to 3,000 yuan at a time. By graduation, she needed funds for renting an apartment while her father's medical treatments continued to drain money from home, plunging her deeper into debt...
Three days before her disappearance, chat records with Apple Bro—her contact with Fen Jinbao—showed her requesting a loan of 10,000 yuan. Apple Bro expressed reluctance and suggested discussing it in person. The conversation ended there.
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