The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective

Chapter 759 - 406: Find That Netizen!

In an instant, Wan and Qin Feng shot out from the workshop door like arrows released from a bowstring.As soon as they stepped out, they split left and right with great coordination, swiftly surrounding along the outer wall of the factory from east to west.

Almost simultaneously, they both pounced to the back of the workshop.

At a glance, they indeed spotted a thin man in blue overalls, desperately sprinting forward with panicked but fast steps.

Wan instantly locked onto the target and shouted, "It’s him! Don’t let him get away!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng smirked and replied, "Perfect timing. Consider this a refresher on our police academy fitness test!"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them charged forward like wild stallions.

Their strides were wide, and their arm swings powerful, as if motors were installed on their calves, making the ground slightly reverberate with each step.

Both Wan and Qin Feng were sprint champions back in the police academy, with Qin Feng holding the school’s hundred-meter record for two consecutive years.

Facing the suspect’s on-foot escapade, they were confident—competing in endurance and speed never fazed them.

As frontline officers, accustomed to dealing with criminals, physical fitness was their basic trump card.

If lacking endurance, no matter how clever the mind or quick the responses, one could only watch helplessly as the suspect slipped away.

At this moment, it was time to put their usual training into practice.

For a moment, on the open ground behind the factory, there unfolded a silent and tense chase.

The distance between them continuously shortened: initially about a kilometer, within a few breaths reduced to eight hundred meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters...

Wan and Qin Feng kept their lips tightly shut, not issuing a single warning.

In their view, shouting at this time was pointless, merely wasting energy and disrupting rhythm.

They understood mutually: the real pursuit relied not on noise but on skill.

In contrast, some less physically fit colleagues often shouted loudly at the start.

But for Qin Feng and Wan, they had more faith in their own pace.

The suspect Wu Guang remained within their sight, and the distance between them was closing perceptibly fast.

In about a minute, they bore down like a storm from behind and quickly overtook Wu Guang.

With a sharp stop and turn, they formed a pincer, trapping him securely in the middle.

Wan laughed coldly, "Run? Where do you think you can run to now!"

Wu Guang was already at his wits’ end, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, struggling to complete sentences.

While waving his hands, he panted out intermittently, "Alright... not running... can’t run anymore..."

Before he finished speaking, Wan deftly pulled a pair of handcuffs from his waist. With a flash of silver and a click, Wu Guang’s hands were cuffed behind his back.

Wu Guang surprisingly didn’t resist, slumping to the ground with a look of dejection, as if he had long expected this outcome.

Half an hour later, Wan and Qin Feng took Wu Guang into the interrogation room.

Wu Guang was seated on an interrogation chair, his hands cuffed in front, appearing somewhat listless.

Wan spoke first, intentionally slowing his voice while maintaining an inescapable pressure, "So, have you thought it through?"

"Being truthful now benefits both you and us."

"This is your last chance—weighing the pros and cons, confession is your best choice now."

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Wu Guang’s face, not missing a single flicker of expression.

Beside him, Qin Feng stubbed out a half-smoked cigarette he had outside, lit another as he stepped back in.

Despite smoking being strictly prohibited in the interrogation room, the hours-long pursuit had nearly drained his stamina, making nicotine his faint crutch for keeping calm.

He took a deep drag, exhaling smoke that lingered in the cold light, blurring his furrowed brows.

Wu Guang kept his head lowered, silent, as if isolated from the world.

Seeing this, Qin Feng leaned forward slightly, his voice rasping yet suddenly weighted, "You think you can bluff your way through with silence?"

"Let me tell you, you’re counting on the wrong thing! In our hands, no criminal walks out without reason—unless you’re truly innocent."

He paused briefly, then continued more sharply, "So, what about you?"

"Wu Guang, search your conscience and tell me, are you innocent?"

At that moment, Wu Guang abruptly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice quivering yet unusually urgent, "Officer... we were willing! Willing, I say!"

"Willing?"

Wan and Qin Feng were almost simultaneously taken aback, exchanging bewildered glances.

Willing? Murder done willingly?

Especially when it was a case of total family annihilation!

Even if there was consent for suicide, it could never lead to one person killing an entire family.

Wan quickly calmed himself, his tone growing sharper, "Wu Guang, I advise you to get clear-headed!"

"Do you realize what we’re investigating now? Don’t try to skirt around or give irrelevant answers!"

He slammed the table, "The family massacre in the suburbs—not one of the four survived. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard!"

Wu Guang’s pupils contracted suddenly, his lips trembling before he responded quietly, "I... I’ve heard."

"What was your relationship with the daughter of that family? Were you boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Qin Feng pressed further, allowing him no respite.

This question seemed to hit Wu Guang where it hurt.

He suddenly seemed drained of all strength, slumping down while shaking his head, "No... I didn’t know her!"

"I don’t know her, really... don’t know!"

"Don’t know her?"