Zhuo Yufeng left the hospital and then returned to the police station. Although he hadn't taken over this ordinary case, he read the record and called Gu Qingchen: "The deceased Zhang Cai, male, twenty-five years old, a homeless drifter, cause of death, died from jumping into the sea. No signs of poisoning were found, and there were traumatic injuries on the body. It is suspected that he fell from a high place and was injured. He was always a loner, no one knows why he died! Moreover, he wasn't a local resident, and no family members came to identify the body. It was his bad company here that recognized him. However, they unanimously believe that Zhang Cai feared death too much to commit suicide. If it was homicide, then who is the murderer, and what is the motive?"
"It must be Lu Mojing!" Gu Qingchen clenched his fists, "For this man to kill someone, it's as easy as blowing off dust."
Zhuo Yufeng listened and said, "What you mean is, he is still showing off towards you?"
