We had to continue to catch up as the silver haired man swam across the pool and Ryan quickly caught up as he grabbed the other man's left shoulder and wrenched him back, as the man's and Ryan's masks had come off during the swim, when they came face to face, they each recognized the other.
"Jason," Ryan suddenly shouted.
"It's you?" The old man showed a sudden look of surprise.
Jason is NathanChen's assistant, technically a longtime credit to the Chen family business.
He entered the Chen family at the age of twenty and is sixty-three this year, having become YasinChen's assistant after the death of the company's successor, NathanChen. Despite his age and faded gray hair, he was hale and hearty, with dark eyes.
Unable to take a hot shower due to the power outage at the cottage, Jason rummaged through NathanChen's clothes and handed Ryan, "The underwear is new."
"Is it okay to wear these clothes?" Ryan shivered at the cold pool water.
"It's fine." Jason said, "The police have done a survey of the place and basically won't be coming back."
After they changed, I asked Jason what he was doing at the villa.
"I haven't asked you guys yet, like you're the outsiders." Jason asked rhetorically.
"We're investigating NathanChen's murder, there's a lot of mystery in this case and the killer doesn't look like the car dealership grunt." Ryan replied.
"Doggy has that moralizing?" Jason gave a skeptical look.
"I'm not an entertainment reporter anymore." Ryan pulled out his detective card, "Yvonne approached me before to investigate."
"Oh, because of the YasinChen domestic violence thing?" Jason asked.
"You know everything." Ryan toweled off his wet hair and sniffed the towel when he was done, looking disgusted.
"He's admitted it himself in front of the press."
"Jason, what are you doing here?" I asked again.
"This is the Chen's villa, why? Do I need a reason to come here?" Jason said.
"You're wearing a mask and a duck hat." I said.
Jason was silent for a while and then said, "It doesn't hurt to tell you guys, I think Nathan died in a strange way, and a few days ago YasinChen said that the villa had been thoroughly surveyed and was ready to be reclaimed, so I thought I'd come over and take another look at it while the scene was still in its original state."
During our conversation, I realized that Jason referred to "NathanChen" without adding a last name, but "YasinChen" was called by name or replaced with "he". or "he" instead.
I wasn't sure which side Jason was on, but decided to take a gamble and just offer up the bottom card, "To be honest, we suspect that NathanChen's death has something to do with his brother, YasinChen."
Jason lapsed into silence again, this time for a longer period of time. At first I was wary that he had been instructed by YasinChen to come here privately to destroy the incriminating evidence left behind. Now I felt I had made the right bet, he was on NathanChen's side.
"You guys are really here for the case," Jason looked over at me, "and not to write the story?"
"Right." I said seriously, "For the case."
Jason sighed, "I'm not doing a very good job as an assistant.
The night he left me a message, I actually heard the voice then, but didn't realize what the problem was, and when I got to the office the next day, the more I thought about it, the more wrong it was, and I called Nathan at noon, but there was no answer. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, I asked the lord, the lord entrusted someone to go to Nathan's villa to see, only to learn that he was killed. You guys, if I had sensed the problem on the spot, wouldn't the boy Nathan not have had to die."
"What was the problem you noticed then?" I asked.
"For those of you who don't know, even though I'm Nathan's subordinate, he's always referred to me as 'Jason'. The other day's phone call left a voice but called me 'Mr. Jason'. The voice was indeed his, and at first I thought he was so tired that it was normal for him to confuse the callers." Jason looked glum.
"Who calls you ''Mr. Jason''?" Ryan sat up straight.
"There are only two people, one is the Master and the other is YasinChen."
"The voice is indeed NathanChen's, but with a different name. It should be that the criminal forced NathanChen to make a message call, and NathanChen sensed the identity of the other party, so in the message, he left such a hidden clue." I speculated, suddenly thinking of the corresponding clue of the bottle orchid in the room, "By the way, the green juice in NathanChen's thumbnail."
NathanChen, if he sensed the identity of the culprit, would have tried to leave clues. But what could he have done with his hands tied behind his back and in the room? Would he have brushed up against the bottle orchid and scraped clues off the branches with his fingernails, snapping off a few leaves with his hands in the process, hoping that someone would find them afterward.
The three of us went to the potted plant in the room, lifted the leaves and branches, and found that on the thick branch, the word "弟" was engraved in a crooked manner. After examination, only Nathan Chen's fingerprints were found around the character "弟", as well as on the broken branches and leaves.
At 9pm that night, Ryan, Fyren and I met up in Causeway Bay and Ryan offered to treat us to spicy crab.
After the meal time, the restaurant's attendance is not high, Ryan said that we must eat fried meat and crab when we come here, and ordered garlic sage king, salt and pepper nine belly fish, and fermented bean curd and greens.
Crab meat is full of meat, covered with raw flour stir-fried with chili, edamame and fried garlic, and absorbed the sweetness of the crab itself, it is really tasty, the disadvantage is slightly salty.
I see that the price isn't cheap, each crab costs more than HK$1,000, unlike Ryan's style of treats, and joked that weren't our previous strongholds as paparazzi all Chinese ice rooms.
He said that times are different nowadays, the paparazzi turned into a detective, the value of at least tripled, the guest is a guest, can not take it for granted, and the ice room table is too close to each other, it is not convenient to talk. Ryan ordered a bottle of red wine from the waiter, but the tables in the ice room were too close together for us to talk.
"Come on, pick up the slack for Fyren." Ryan joked as he raised his glass, "Didn't he just get out of jail today, did he get anything?"
Fyren was talking to Glenn at Lai Chi Kok Reception Centre during the day, and he asked Glenn to carefully recall whether there were any rather strange customers arriving at the store on the day of NathanChen's murder, October 27, 2014?
Glenn pondered for a while and said, "At about 2pm that day, a tall and big customer came in, I accompanied him to try out the store's BMW E93.0CSi, and he asked questions all the way through, where he was from, how old he was, why he came to Hong Kong, and how was his lifestyle? And asked if I had a girlfriend."
"Because it is a customer, this single made the boss will give commission, I basically have to ask questions. Later he also asked for my contact information, and said that next time he drove his car to take me for a ride. At that time, I thought I had met a kind guest, and now that I think about it, he really wasn't quite the same as other customers."
"Remember what it looks like?"
"About five-foot-eight, wears a pair of glasses, looks to be in his early to mid-thirties, carries a duffel bag, has a rather long face, a round chin, and very expressive eyes."
"Where's the hair?"
"He was wearing a ducktail hat."
"Did you talk about where you live?"
"Learning that I was a Mainlander, he told me that rents in Hong Kong are very expensive nowadays, right? I told him that I was staying at my aunt's house, near Tsuen Wan Road, and he said that he had a relative who also lived over there, so maybe he was still a neighbor."
"I said it was Deren Tang Lou, he showed a surprised expression and asked me how many units and floors I lived in, I said it was the top floor of one unit. He said his fine aunt lives on the third floor, and asked me to go home today and ask my aunt if she recognized the owner of the third floor, so I told him that my aunt was in Japan during this time, and that I would tell her when she returned."
Fyren concludes by telling Glenn that I believe you are innocent and will try to get you out of this, and that I may need your help to testify at that time.
Glenn nodded tearfully.
"The person who went to the car dealership on the day of the murder was FuBian," Fyren told me when we got back to the hotel.
"That's too sure of yourself."
"I took FuBian's picture to Glenn for identification." Fyren said.
"Why didn't you tell Ryan earlier?" I asked.
"Investigating FuBian is our business, leave him out of it." Fyren said.
The combined results of the investigations have generally clarified many of the suspicions in the murder case.
Information from the scene suggests that the murderer was only prepared to kidnap NathanChen.The reason NathanChen was killed in the end is speculated to be because he recognized the identity of the murderer.The strange thing here is that even if the murderer was recognized, he could still carry out the kidnapping and then tear off the ransom after he got the ransom money.
Therefore, it is very likely that the murderer had planned to kill Nathan Chen from the very beginning. If the murderer had already planned to kill Nathan Chen, why did he make Nathan Chen send a message to Jason before his death that he would not go to the office tomorrow? Most premeditated crimes, be it kidnapping or murder, are too risky for the perpetrator to send a message to outsiders before or during the execution.
"Because he wanted to free up a day and find a scapegoat." Fyren said, "A scapegoat fulfills at least two conditions:
One, this person had contacted NathanChen, preferably a new face.
Second, the man had a way to sneak into the villa.NathanChen had just bought a new car, so the murderer came up with the idea that an employee of the car dealership had the intention of kidnapping the customer, and had done it in the trunk, hiding in the car to sneak into the villa."
"The killer was someone who knew NathanChen." I followed Fyren's stretch of reasoning.
"Uh-huh. When he entered the villa, he killed Yvonne first, and afterward intimidated NathanChen that his purpose was kidnapping, and that if he did what he said, he would not have to die. He arranged for NathanChen to write the word 'car dealership' on a note backhandedly, and told him to call Jason with a message, after which he tied his feet by the pool and pushed them into the pool to drown. Finally, he drills holes in the trunk of the car and puts glove prints on the lid, takes the villa's CCTV hard drive and dumps suspicion on Glenn," Fyren analyzes.
"During this time, NathanChen should have sensed the identity of the murderer and taken advantage of the situation by secretly leaving clues to 'Brother' on the branches of the potted plants in the room." I said.
"NathanChen was killed, his oldest brother had an alibi, and the employee's statement that he was playing mahjong in the warehouse may have been collusion to falsify it, but the testimony of multiple patrons of that bar on Keelung Street can't be falsified." Fyren lit a cigarette; the room we were staying in was on the hotel's smoking floor and we could smoke in the room.
"The murderer at the crime scene could only be someone else related to him. FuBian, for example - he also went to the car dealership to find a scapegoat, Glenn, to ask for information about his life, his emotions, his address, etc. Glenn said FuBian was carrying a duffel bag containing what could have been the two watches used for the planting of the stolen goods, six hundred and fifty thousand Hong Kong dollars and one hundred thousand US dollars."
"What if FuBian doesn't find a suitable scapegoat?" I mused.
"That, as usual, would complicate the case, and the police would think that the suspect got the idea to kidnap NathanChen after chatting with an employee at the dealership and learning about his recent car purchase." Fyren replied.
"So you don't think the order of his crimes is odd?" I said, "If we want to get rid of suspicion, we usually find out who the plantable person is before we commit the crime, FuBian could have gone to the car dealership and made sure of Glenn's condition that night before committing the crime, it would have saved a lot of work and been a lot more secure, so why did he have to pick the more difficult path?"
"Maybe he had to commit a crime then that day and couldn't allow for more preparation." Fyren jotted down with a pen on the notepad on the nightstand, "Reasons why FuBian had to commit a crime on October 27, 2014?"
"With the murder of his wife and brother, YasinChen was obviously the one who knew about it, and even authorized this crime. He was FuBian's financial backer, FuBian helped him kill his brother, he naturally became the company's future successor, in the end, FuBian is the biggest beneficiary." I speculated.
"But why bring Yvonne into this?" Fyren frowned, jotting down a second suspicion in her pad.
"These are all our speculations after all, and the evidence, if any, is the plant in the villa that was carved with the word '弟', and Glenn's testimony about FuBian's presence at the car dealership on the day of the crime. We need to find more evidence in order to take YasinChen and FuBian down in one fell swoop." I said.
"Isn't Ryan the master stalker?" Fyren stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, "Show me."
"What are you guys doing following Yasin Chen?" Ryan asked us from the car, where we had been waiting for two hours outside the east entrance to the parking lot of the Chisen Realty building.
"See who he meets with and what places he goes?" Fyren said.
"If he stays at the office all day, then we ..." Ryan's eyes snapped, "he's out."
YasinChen's car is a black Maybach S600, he sits in the passenger side, the driver and his bodyguard, there is also a person sitting in the back seat, we quietly follow, the car drives along Hoi Hing Road, and then onto Tsuen Wan Road.
The two cars kept their distance and followed them for more than an hour, realizing that the other party seemed to be circling along the edge of Kowloon and the New Territories, "and should have been spotted." Fyren said.
"It's fine." Ryan was calm and collected.
After a big circle, the car headed towards the outlying islands, traveling through the end of the Evergreen Bridge, the Maybach S600 suddenly stopped, and three people came down from the car, YasinChen was wearing a black suit, with sparse hair on the top of his head, a broad face, and a stout figure.
The other two men besides him were holding a metal baseball bat, "Back off." Fyren told Ryan, who was unfazed, lifting his camera and snapping a few shots towards the front, before pulling another microslice out of his locker and shoving the camera he was carrying into the locker. I looked in the rearview mirror as a Toyota approached, from which the same two men with baseball bats got out.
The four men in the front and back walked up to our car and one rapped on the driver's window with a stick, "Get out of the car!" Ryan starts the car again and says to us, "All stay put for now." I was ready for a dry run.
The four began to frantically smash the windows of the car with their sticks, and two of the window panes broke, and shards burst into the car, which I covered with my hands. The car drove forward and YasinChen stood in front, watching the car drive by and not moving out of the way. "Stop the car!" Fyren shouts to Ryan, who brakes, less than half a meter between the hood and YasinChen's legs.
"Get out of the car and don't even do anything, I'll handle it." Ryan instructed us, opening the car door as the four bat-wielders in the back caught up.
"PresidentChen, a misunderstanding." Ryan had a camera around his neck and a fawning face.
"It's you again, you piece of shit!" YasinChen shouted at his men, "Smash his car."
"Rest in peace." Ryan, seeing our intention to stop, yells at us, "Don't engage, let them smash." Turning to YasinChen again, he apologizes, "Sorry, won't happen next time."
YasinChen looked to me and Fyren, "Who are they?"
"They're my men, you're kind enough to let us off the hook, and we won't do it again." Ryan's body bowed slightly.
"Bring the body camera." YasinChen reached toward Ryan.
"That's not a good idea. We make our living off of it. How about pulling out the memory card for you?" Ryan suggested.
"Bring it!" YasinChen grabbed Ryan's camera strap with one hand, ripped it off, and casually tossed the camera into the river under the bridge.
Ryan was full of anger and grabbed the collar of YasinChen's suit but couldn't speak, four of his men saw this and ran forward, ripping him away, YasinChen kicked him in the chest and Ryan flew away two meters backward. "You have to admit when you're wrong, and you have to stand your ground when you fight, okay? Garbage!" YasinChen looked disgusted and turned towards the car.
Seeing that we were about to go forward, Ryan hastened to stop it. The other guy drove off.
I helped Ryan to his feet and saw a shoe print on the chest of his trench coat, "Is everything okay." Ryan had pain on his face but waved his hand and walked towards the smashed up car.
The car's glass is shattered, it's drafty on all sides, it's cold in January, Ryan drives slowly, he opens the glove compartment with his left hand, pulls out a pack of Marlboros, shakes one out, picks it up, passes it to us, and lights it himself.
"Why did you get out of the car with the camera on purpose?" Fyren asked.
"Oh, the law of substitution, smashing cars and throwing cameras will make him feel like he's already punished us, otherwise we might have to get a beating." Ryan said with his cigarette in his mouth, "Anyway, that camera got soaked yesterday when I fell inside the pool."
"You trash again?" Fyren asked.
"What?" Ryan wondered.
"YasinChen used the word 'again' in his first sentence when he saw you," Fyren asked, "and you've shown yourself stalking before?"
"Well, when Yvonne commissioned me to look into him, he sensed him one time when he was following." Ryan held a cigarette in his right hand and shook the ash out the car window, "Then I realized that YasinChen sometimes has his men follow him in another car and he's very discreet. This time I was deliberately caught by him."
"For what?" Fyren was surprised.
"Get close to him and then find another opportunity to pull the wool over his eyes, in order to stick a locator in the lining of his suit." Ryan gloated, "It's hard to get anything out of us following like this, according to other paparazzi tips, he has a secret stronghold, the locator will help us find that stronghold, and we'll be sure to find something incriminating about him in the end."
Ryan called me at 7:00 a.m. and told me he was at the Aussie Cow restaurant near the hotel.
We shuffled downstairs.
The restaurant has a strong morning market gas, the store is white, filled with milk, surrounded by the sound of Cantonese, cups and plates knocked against the crisp ring, I ordered a fried egg sandwich and mandarin duck tea, Fyren ordered a bowl of macaroni, the waiter has just finished memorizing the menu, we have not yet spoken, the meal will be served, the efficiency of which I sighed.
"Look guys." Ryan moved his finished dishes away, his phone was placed in the center of the desktop, the screen showed a red dot fixed in a certain house on the map, "Didn't we put a locator on YasinChen yesterday, from eleven o'clock last night until now, he has been in this house, he hasn't even moved. I checked that address this morning, the house is in an old village in Mui Wo on Lantau Island, that area is to be built as a scenic spot, the houses are basically emptied."
"Go over there after you eat." Fyren took a sip of his hot soup.
"Be prepared, it could also be a trap." I said.
"The car is still being fixed, we'll take the ferry from Central Pier 6 to Mui Wo Pier later." Seeing us finish eating, Ryan picked up the backpack on his chair.
After arriving at Mui Wo Ferry Pier, take a bus to the market, walk up the slope and see the shanties in front of you, just like the scene of the police shootout at the beginning of "Police Story".
"I think that's the one out front." Following Ryan's finger, there was an old two-story house standing alone on the flat ground with a solar panel on the rooftop.
We bent down against the wall of the house and listened through the first floor window, but there was no sound.Ryan got up and glanced inside, and indicated to us that there was no one in the hall. He went to the hidden wooden door, knocked on it, called out if there was anyone there, and then pushed it open. We followed him in.
A smell of lime was consistent with old houses, the mahogany chairs and table in the hall were covered with a layer of dust, the stove in one corner was empty, and the faucet near the sink was dripping slowly.
Ahead was a staircase, and beside it a small room with a closed door.Fyren signaled with his hand for us to lighten our steps, and he took the lead, stepping up to the door of the room, his gloved right hand gripping the round knob without unscrewing it. "Locked." He communicated by mouth.
Ryan made a pivoting motion with his hands at us and stepped backward himself, Fyren and I stood on each side in front of the door to the room, Ryan ran up and kicked the door open, I looked inside the room and there was a man sitting in a chair in the room, not moving.
"It's dead." Fyren confirmed as he probed his nose.
Ryan and I went back up to the second floor to check and there was nothing suspicious.
The dead man was Yasin Chen, dressed only in a pair of underpants, his suit from yesterday thrown on the floor, and a tattoo of an inverted bat tattooed in the center of his chubby white chest. His hands were tied to the back of the chair, his feet were tied to each leg of the chair, a puddle of water had accumulated under the chair, smelling of urine, and a red bucket was poured next to it, so it looked like someone had poured water on his head.
His eyes were terrified, his mouth slightly open, his neck wrapped in a belt, and on the left and right sides, each stood a one-meter-high electric heater, the power supply having been turned off. On the walls around the room, a layer of sound-absorbing cotton was pasted.
Directly in front of YasinChen, there is a silver tape recorder, an old-fashioned style, an appliance now obsolete.
"Another death, let's call the police!" Beads of sweat oozed from Ryan's forehead.
"There's a tape inside the recorder, listen to it before you report it." Fyren tapped the play button.
"Who are you? What are you kidnapping me for?" The tape recorder blared YasinChen's Cantonese, accompanied by the sound of chair legs stomping on the floor, "What is this place?"
"Choose," came a thick, hoarse voice, as if the other man was speaking masked inside a voice-altering mask, "one through ten, pick a number."
"I advise you to let go of me early or you won't have a good time." YasinChen forced his voice to be calm.
"One to ten, pick a number. Otherwise," said the hoarse Cantonese, "I'll stab you in the chest with this pocket knife."
"Okay, okay, I'll pick, I'll pick." The sound of chair legs stomping on the floor, "6."
The sound of water dripping down, "the sixth hole," the sound of walking.
"What are you doing?" YasinChen sounded panicked and shouted again, "Help!"
"It's too big yet, you're not dead yet." The hoarse voice said, "Now, I'll ask you a question, answer me honestly, and if you lie to me, I'll put another hole in the belt around your neck until you choke."
The sound of water pouring down, the sound of buckets falling to the ground. yasinChen's shriek, "Help!"
"Question and answer begins." There was a pause. "Did you kill your wife Yvonne?"
"Help! Someone's trying to hurt me!"
"Wrong answer." Walking sounds, unbuckling of belts, "Fifth hole, close to your neckline, answer properly."
YasinChen's coughing, "I'll give you money if you leave me alone, how much do you want?"
"Listen carefully to the question," said the hoarse voice, "Did you kill your wife Yvonne?"
"Yes." YasinChen said.
"How to kill?"
"She cheated on me with my brother and I sent someone to teach her a lesson, not realizing the tragedy."
The sound of walking, chair legs scuffing the floor, unbuckling a belt, "The fourth hole."
"I'll tell the truth, I'll tell the truth." YasinChen's voice trailed off as his vocal cords seemed to be compressed, "I killed Yvonne! I beat her that night and she kept crying and screaming, so I pushed her head down into the fish tank and accidentally killed her."
"Very well." Two switching sounds rang out, "You're cold, aren't you, these two electric heaters are for you, answer like this and you'll be rewarded. Better?"
"Much, much better." YasinChen said sharply.
"Please listen to the question," said the hoarse voice, "What weapon did you use to beat your wife, Yvonne, that night?"
"Baseball bat," YasinChen said, "I can hardly breathe, the belt is so tight, please unbuckle it and I'll tell you everything."
"You go on, and I'll naturally unbuckle my belt when I feel up to it."
"That night, I first hit her with a baseball bat, cough, then, she cried, kill her, then, call, ask, bat, I can't breathe, untie, help ..." The chair legs stomped violently on the ground sound, YasinChen voice stopped.
This case confuses us with two mysteries:
Why did Yvonne die?
Second, why did FuBian go to the car dealership after the crime to select the suspect transferor? Because of the truth in the recording, meets it.
That night YasinChen raped Yvonne and accidentally drowned her in a fish tank. Afterward, he calls FuBian for help, who quickly comes up with a plan to kill two birds with one stone by killing YasinChen's thorn in his side, NathanChen, and throwing the accidentally drowned Yvonne into NathanChen's villa's swimming pool to make it look as if she had cheated on him and was killed by the robbers.
The two were in the same company and were hand and foot, so it was easy to get NathanChen's fingerprint film and villa password. He was also a frequent guest at NathanChen's villa, and knew the layout of the inside perfectly.
Therefore, FuBian sneaked into the villa that night, threw Yvonne's naked body into the swimming pool with her hands and feet tied up, then put on NathanChen's fingerprint film, sneaked into the room, subdued the sleeping NathanChen, forced him to take off his clothes, wrote a "car dealership" note, called Jason, then put Yvonne's clothes on the floor and attacked NathanChen with a stick for domestic violence against Yvonne, and finally killed him and took away the hard disk in the room. Yvonne's clothes were placed on the floor, NathanChen was attacked with the same stick that Yvonne used in the domestic violence, and finally killed him and took the hard disk from the room.
Because of Yvonne's accidental death, NathanChen had to follow suit, which is why FuBian committed the crime at that point in the day. And in order to disarm YasinChen, FuBian also needed to find a scapegoat, which is why he planted Glenn.
As for the murderer of YasinChen, we have no clue. All we know is that he set up a torture chamber in a room of less than ten square meters, and used a pre-soaked leather belt to buckle YasinChen's neck, forcing him to tell part of the truth; originally, the fourth hole would not have strangled him to death, but the heaters on the sides evaporated the water in the belt, causing the leather to shrink and ultimately strangling YasinChen to death.
Once YasinChen died, the tapes came to light, the three employees who had previously confirmed that YasinChen had played mahjong at the warehouse admitted that they had made false statements, and the police searched YasinChen's villa and found the same fabricated security footage from the night of October 26, 2014, when he and Yvonne left their home before and after. Yvonne's broken incisors were also recovered from the cracks of the sofa in his living room, and Yvonne's blood was detected in the fish tank.
Victory is in sight, and with additional evidence of FuBian's crimes, it may be possible to lend the police a hand in placing a manhunt for him.
Fyren made another trip to the Lai Chi Kok Reception Center and called me afterward, he sounded agitated, "Donovan, FuBian may have left evidence behind, Glenn told me today that the police came to the door shortly after FuBian left the dealership and told him to lead the way to conduct a search of his residence. While going up the stairs with the police, the occupant of room 1 on the fifth floor was closing the door with his back turned, and Glenn had just recently remembered that his aunt had said that the house had been empty since the old lady in room 1 on the fifth floor had died."
"The man, most likely FuBian, was putting the stolen goods in his room and did not expect the police to arrive so quickly; Glenn lived on the top floor and the rooftop door was locked, so he had to walk down the stairs; to avoid being recognized by Glenn, FuBian turned around and pretended to be the occupant who was locking the door. In front of the police, he might take off his gloves, so his fingerprints stay on them. You hurry over there." Fyren said hurriedly on the phone.
Since Ryan's car hadn't been repaired yet, we took a cab there and ran up to what Fyren said was room 1 on the fifth floor, where Ryan used a tool to extract fingerprints, and soon Ryan stood up and gave me a disappointed look, "Not a single fingerprint near the doorknob or the lock of the door, it's been wiped clean. We're a step slow."
Woe betide Fyren and I were meeting Rex at a cafe on January 20, 2015, when we learned the bad news: Glenn, who had promised to testify, had been stabbed to death in the heart with a sharpened stick in the toilets of the intake facility.
"Here's what you want, remember to burn it after you read it." Rex said in Cantonese as he handed us a paper bag.
We still can't do anything about FuBian.