“Zhou Rongfeng, Chen Zhaoci, He Qi, Xie Tangmao, Zhang Wei…” Han Feng said, “None of their fingerprints match. We’ve released them.”

After hanging up, You Mingxu’s hand was sweating. She laughed ironically, muttering to herself: “Heaven’s net casts wide, heaven’s net casts wide.”

Seeing her like this pained Yin Feng. After some thought, he said seriously: “Ah Xu, this was actually within my expectations. They don’t match the killer’s profile. The case is more complex than we imagined. Wait a bit – my people are about to compile a list of suspects in that area who do match the profile.”

But You Mingxu said: “This search approach isn’t working. I want to check Fenjin Bao Company again. Since we’ve hit a dead end going forward, let’s return to the crime scene.”

Night had fallen completely, and this remote location was now devoid of pedestrians and vehicles. Due to the day’s events, police tape surrounded the company entrance, and all employees were detained at the police station. You Mingxu took out the key card confiscated earlier, swiped it, and silently slipped inside with Yin Feng.

It was an old-style office building, with offices lining both sides of a corridor.

They first found the second-floor room where Fan Jia had been searched, lost her listening device, and had her phone confiscated. Later, they found the listening device in this room.

It was a small room with just a desk and two chairs, nothing else. You Mingxu looked around and said: “According to them, the search and phone confiscation was to prevent journalists. But for an ordinary female college student, this essentially cut her off from the outside world.”

Yin Feng nodded: “We can assume that Zhao Feier and Liu Yisha, when they could no longer repay their loans and could only borrow to repay previous loans, came to Fenjin Bao Company and went through this same step.”

You Mingxu’s eyes flashed: “Remember? We couldn’t determine when and where Zhao Feier disappeared because her phone was found in a trash bin in the shopping district. Someone deliberately cut off the trail, showing some counter-investigation capabilities.”

They left the room, and You Mingxu checked the tracking record on her phone: “Then Fan Jia was taken to… this room.”

The door had a nameplate reading “Financial Director Zhang Wei.” They pushed the door open and looked around.

“Why bring Fan Jia to see Zhang Wei?” You Mingxu said. “She stayed here for 20 minutes.”

Yin Feng said: “This Zhang Wei barely handles any actual business operations. She relies on her beauty, mainly maintaining the company’s external relationships – Financial Director is just a title. It’s strange to specifically bring a college student like Fan Jia to meet her.”

You Mingxu turned to look at him.

Yin Feng met her gaze intently.

You Mingxu gave up on trying to communicate with just looks and asked: “How do you know so much about Zhang Wei?” Though the police had interrogated her, they’d been too busy searching for Fan Jia to investigate Zhang Wei’s daily work and relationships in detail.

Yin Feng pointed at the desk, saying: “Besides the computer, there’s no office supplies, not even a pen. This office has almost no documents or files. No real Financial Director’s office would look like this. So she doesn’t handle actual operations.”

He then pointed to a corner of the desk where there was a large, overstuffed business card holder, saying: “So what does she manage? A student loan company primarily dealing with university students doesn’t need business cards. Yet as a Financial Director, she has too many. And though cards are easy to lose, she doesn’t keep them in a drawer but in the most prominent position, visible to anyone who approaches. She takes pride in her networking and likes to show it off.”

Yin Feng picked up several photo frames from the desk and nearby bookshelf. You Mingxu sneered, and he smiled, saying: “As a manager, she doesn’t display team photos or family pictures, just photos of herself posing provocatively. Very narcissistic. For a woman who relies on her beauty, disdains routine work, and loves socializing as her main asset – why arrange for her to meet Fan Jia?”

You Mingxu’s eyes darkened: “She had called Fan Jia before, trying to persuade her to film naked loan videos. Perhaps a woman persuading another woman is always easier. But Chen Zhaoci revealed there was a turning point, and the videos weren’t needed. So why specifically meet Fan Jia and talk for so long?”

“Zhang Wei is eloquent, and her appearance suggests a successful woman far above ordinary college students,” Yin Feng said. “When Zhao Feier and Liu Yisha came here, they were already psychologically vulnerable from debt, enticement, and coercion. What influence would she exert on them before sending them to see high-level executives like Zhou Rongfeng?”

You Mingxu glanced at him and said: “Great writer, we can’t make such suggestive assumptions without evidence when investigating. We can only think about it privately.”

But Yin Feng shook his head, saying: “Who says I have no evidence? Behavior is evidence. Campus loan companies have very mature routines, each step aimed at controlling victims psychologically or economically. Would they chat casually with you without any purpose? No. So I can conclude that Zhang Wei’s appearance is also a purposeful part of their routine. And it’s almost obvious that Zhang Wei provides victims with role model guidance in terms of ‘female roles,’ ‘life development,’ and ‘understanding.’ She’s perfect for presenting victims with ‘solutions’ to their current predicament.

However, while other campus loan companies might just trap victims deeper financially, given the later conflict in Zhou Rongfeng’s office, I believe Zhang Wei’s round of persuasion also had sexual criminal undertones. Of course, she would have used some noble-sounding reasons to brainwash victims, like life choices, the boss’s appreciation for young women, even equal exchange or career development.”

You Mingxu thought for a moment, then nodded: “Alright, I’m convinced.”

Yin Feng smiled at this since it wasn’t easy to hear You Mingxu admit being convinced. He said: “Am I smart enough?”

You Mingxu thought to herself about what “enough” meant, and said lightly: “Mm, you are smart now, even knowing about ‘sex.'”

After teasing him like this, she turned back to continue observing. After a few seconds, she heard Yin Feng say slowly: “Those words just came from my brain, This Yingjun doesn’t understand anything about ‘sex.'”

You Mingxu cursed softly: “Nonsense.”

Then she heard him laugh quietly, saying: “Really don’t understand, don’t understand at all.”

You Mingxu ignored him.

She stared at the sofa and coffee table, frowning slightly: “Doesn’t something feel odd here? Has something been taken from the coffee table?”