Fang Xiaocao returned home, picked up a few clothes in a hurry, grabbed the dashcam storage card, and took the suitcase downstairs.
"Team leader, is it really okay for her to do this?"
The young man in the passenger seat of the police car pointed at Fang Xiaocao, who was moving her suitcase to a red Range Rover, and asked weakly.
"No worries, she just moved in."
"And has no interactions with the family in apartment 402."
"She doesn't fit the profile we have of the killer."
Wang Qiang glanced over and whispered.
"Besides, she only rented this apartment five days ago."
"She spent the first three days in the hospital and only moved in last night."
"If she could have interactions with the upstairs neighbors on her first day of moving in, and be familiar enough to let the victim be unguarded and get killed…"
"Unless she already knew the victim, it would indicate negligence on our part and inaccuracies in our investigation."
