Shi Li had replied to one of his fans:

**I’ll never sell a single copyright in my life. Comics are just my hobby. I won’t make money off my fans.**

“See? Too noble for his own good. Makes people hate him. Only petty bastards live long,” Shen Chen said, pointing at the screen.

The comments beneath were sharply divided.

Some cursed him for being pretentious, saying he had no idea how insignificant he was and still dared challenge the Lin Group. If the Lin Group liked his art, that should have been his honor.

The other side supported him unconditionally.

Sang Ning frowned. “When Shi Li posted this, the artwork had already been licensed to the Lin Group by that Sensen. So Sensen used Shi Li’s drawing to earn five hundred thousand yuan from the Lin Group.”

“Maybe.” Shen Chen turned his head to look at the people passing outside the window. “But this case might not be as complicated as Boss thinks. The killer might really be Li Xiaoqiang. I looked into him. He’s an uneducated thug who likes pretending to be rich. The person he’s been closest to recently is Lin Zehui.”

Sang Ning said nothing.

“I’m curious, Dr. Sang. This guy showed up in brand names, dated you, and you still didn’t realize he was the young master of the Lin Group? He was that rich, and you couldn’t tell?”

She really couldn’t.

At most, Sang Ning had thought he dressed decently—looked respectable enough on the outside.

“Lin Zehui always wore suits before. He lied and told me he was a sales manager, and that he had to dress like that every day. So I never thought a suit could be that expensive.”

It was normal for office workers to wear suits. In an ordinary family, spending under a thousand yuan on a set wasn’t strange to Sang Ning.

“Fine, fine. So rich people all like playing these games, huh?”

Shen Chen slammed a fist on the table, then suddenly grinned.

“Dr. Sang, want to vent a little?”

Sang Ning frowned. “Don’t do anything reckless.”

She didn’t know what Shen Chen was planning, but when he smiled like that, he reminded her of Lu Lin—clearly up to no good.

Shen Chen waved a hand. “Relax. This Lin guy is a businessman, right? And what do businessmen care about most?”

“Profit.”

Shen Chen snapped his fingers. “Exactly. So if I make their stock price drop, problem solved. It won’t bankrupt the Lin Group, but a minor blow? Easy.

Lin Zehui likes pretending to be poor, doesn’t he? I checked. He isn’t favored at home either. Everything in the Lin Group is handled by his older brother, Lin Zedong.

Faced with a younger brother who could split the family assets, do you think Lin Zedong would let the empire he built with his own hands be ruined by a useless playboy?”

Sang Ning immediately understood. “You want to blow up Shi Li’s story online?”

She shook her head disapprovingly. “Forget it. The dead deserve peace.”

“I don’t need to blow anything up. It’s already spreading online. Including Sensen. Look at his livestream.”

But the moment Shen Chen opened Sensen’s livestream, the screen showed that the streamer was offline.

He slapped his thigh. “Xiao Zhang moves too fast. Did he already arrest him? I still wanted to hear him spill gossip.”

Sang Ning genuinely had no idea what Shen Chen normally did.

Was solving cases just gossip-hunting to him?

As they were talking, a furious voice came from outside.

One listen, and they knew it was Li Rui.

“Is this old man done yet? He really thinks we’re giving him face, doesn’t he?”

Shen Chen rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to charge out and fight, which startled Sang Ning.

Were all of Gu Yezhou’s people this unhinged?

Thinking of Gu Yezhou’s methods with suspects, then looking at Shen Chen’s gleeful troublemaking, it was hard to connect either of them with the word “police.”

Then again, Shen Chen was technically working off his crimes.

Seeing that Shen Chen really intended to rush out and beat Li Rui, Sang Ning hurriedly grabbed him.

At that moment, Gu Yezhou came out of the interrogation room, Li Xiaoqiang following behind him.

Li Xiaoqiang had his head lowered, listless and defeated.

But the moment he heard Li Rui’s voice, he jerked his head up and cried out excitedly, “Dad! Dad, save me! I don’t want to go to prison! I really didn’t kill anyone! I don’t know how he died—it has nothing to do with me, Dad!”

Hearing his son’s cries, Li Rui stopped arguing with Old Chen at once and rushed forward to take Li Xiaoqiang away.

But Gu Yezhou kicked him in the knee.

Li Rui dropped to the ground instantly.

“Obstructing police work. I don’t mind letting you spend some time inside too,” Gu Yezhou said coldly.

Because no one had dealt with Li Rui earlier, his arrogance had only grown.

Now, frightened by Gu Yezhou’s presence, he didn’t dare say a word.

Li Xiaoqiang was equally terrified by the killing intent radiating from Gu Yezhou. He stopped begging for help and merely glared at Li Rui with resentment.

“Tsk. Spoil a son like that, no wonder he kills someone and still thinks he can get away with it,” Shen Chen muttered with his arms crossed, gossiping beside Sang Ning.

Sang Ning saw Gu Yezhou signal to her and immediately followed, no longer listening to Shen Chen.

·

When Xiao Zhang brought someone back, he happened to see an elderly man being escorted into the interrogation room.

Confused, he ran into Shen Chen and quickly asked, “What did that old man do?”

“Obstructed Boss’s investigation. What else? He even cursed Dr. Sang out. Some professor. More like a beast. I’m telling you, once you dig into him—”

Shen Chen had been desperate for someone to talk to.

Then he saw the feminine-looking man Xiao Zhang had brought in.

He took a few quick little steps toward him.

The man being held by Xiao Zhang widened his eyes and blurted instinctively, “So beautiful.”

Shen Chen froze.

Then he slapped the back of the man’s head.

“Beautiful? You should call me handsome!”

“You’re a man?” The feminine man straightened in disbelief.

Shen Chen hated being mistaken for a woman. Just as he was about to slap him again, his hand paused.

“Wait. You’re the one who impersonated our forensic sister?”

“Forensic sister?”

Sensen—no, Yang Tao—waved his hands repeatedly.

“I didn’t impersonate her. I just realized the heroine in Shi Li’s comic looked a lot like a face I’d seen before. I only saw her once, but I thought if I made myself look like her, maybe I could get close to Shi Li. I didn’t expect him to actually draw the illustration for me.”

Xiao Zhang couldn’t take it and kicked him.

“You didn’t impersonate her? Then why did I see you livestreaming with someone else’s face? Do you know that violates her portrait rights?”

Yang Tao lowered his head and fell silent, not daring to speak.

Xiao Zhang handed him over to the interrogators, then, just like Shen Chen, urgently looked for someone to share the story with.

“I’m telling you, when I got to this kid’s place, he was still livestreaming. Twisting around for the camera, acting cute, playing coy. Watching the person in the video, I’ll be honest—I couldn’t handle it.”

“But the person sitting in front of that camera…”

He looked bitter.

“Forget it. I’m heartbroken.”

If the person in the video had been real, she would’ve been a sight for sore eyes.

If it had been someone like Dr. Sang…