Suddenly, a harsh metal scraping sound pierced the silence of the night.

Chen Biao strode forward and forcefully pulled open the rusty roll-up door.

A dozen pairs of eyes turned simultaneously, and the air was thick with a suffocating tension.

Seeing Wang Yang's Adam's apple move slightly, he took a deep breath and turned to Li Changhe, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Li Changhe!"

Wang Yang's voice was low and powerful, each word piercing the ears of everyone present like nails.

"You'd better confess honestly."

"Did you hit the victim with your car and then dispose of the body at North Mountain?"

Li Changhe's body visibly swayed.

Instinctively, he looked towards his wife in the corner, her pale face full of terror.

Silence weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a stone, and after a dozen seconds, Li Changhe spoke hoarsely: "No... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't know?"

Wang Yang sneered, "Where were you on May 18th?"

"I... I was at home farming."

Li Changhe's voice grew weaker, his fingers unconsciously twisting his clothing.

"Who can prove that?"

Wang Yang pressed further, "Your wife?"

He cast a meaningful glance at the trembling woman.

"Without a reliable witness, do you think we'd believe such a clumsy lie?"

At this moment, Jiang An stepped forward steadily.

"Li Changhe!"

"There are signs of a new replacement on your car's front bumper."

"More importantly, we found bloodstains on the trunk mat."

"Although the DNA comparison results are not yet out, the analysis of the blood spatter pattern and coagulation degree highly matches the victim's wound characteristics."

With each word Jiang An said, Li Changhe's complexion grew paler.

His gaze fixated on the trunk of the black car in the corner, where dark red traces not entirely cleaned remained.

Li Changhe's wife suddenly broke into heart-wrenching sobs, grabbing her husband's sleeve and sliding to the ground.

"Mr. Li... we..."

Before the words were out, Li Changhe suddenly grabbed his wife's wrist.

This action made Zhou Yong, who was recording, instinctively reach for his gun, but he saw the suspect slowly raise the other hand: "Wrong, all wrong... it's me."

As cold handcuffs clicked onto his calloused wrists, he instead showed a relieved expression: "Mr. Wang, my wife truly knows nothing..."

Zhou Yong suddenly interrupted, "Where are the victim's belongings?"

"At..."

Li Changhe's Adam's apple moved violently a few times, "Under the cliff, two hundred meters east from the burial site."

Just as everyone was escorting him towards the police car, Jiang An, who had been silently observing, suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Wait!"

This sudden shout left everyone present momentarily stunned.

Wang Yang sharply turned his head, furrowed brows directed at Jiang An: "Mr. Jiang, what's wrong? Is there another issue?"

His tone was clearly puzzled, since the case seemed already settled.

Jiang An quickly walked over to Li Changhe, his gaze intense: "I want to check his forehead."

As he spoke, he already retrieved a pair of medical gloves from his pocket.

"Forehead?"

Wang Yang was even more puzzled, "Why?"

"Look at the front windshield of that car!"

Jiang An pointed to the offending vehicle in the garage, "The right side of the glass has obvious repair marks, and the cracks are radial."

"This type of damage likely results from the driver's head hitting the windshield during an emergency brake without a seatbelt."

While speaking, he put on the gloves, his actions crisp and clean.

Upon hearing this analysis, Li Changhe, who had previously hung his head, suddenly froze, a flash of subtle panic in his eyes.

But he quickly regained his calm, only his lips inadvertently twitched.

"Lift your head."

Under everyone's gaze, Li Changhe had no choice but to slowly raise his face.

Jiang An leaned in to carefully observe, his long fingers gently pushing aside the hair on his forehead.

After two minutes, Jiang An straightened up and shook his head thoughtfully: "No signs of old subdermal bleeding or scar lacerations."

His gaze shifted to the eye-catching car in the depths of the garage.

"This is strange..."

Jiang An murmured to himself.

Seeing this, Wang Yang couldn't help but ask, "What exactly did you find?"

The surrounding officers also held their breaths, as the atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

Jiang An carefully assessed the nearly sixty-year-old man before him, his back slightly hunched.

A face lined with wrinkles, coarse hands, and simple clothing—nothing matched the sleek, avant-garde red sports car.

Could an older man who relied on farming really buy and drive such a stylish, individualistic sports car?

This sense of incongruity intensified his doubts.

"When does your son usually come home?"

"He... he only comes home for the New Year once."

Li Changhe's response was slightly hesitant, his gaze wandering unconsciously.

"Where does he work?"

Jiang An continued asking, meanwhile scanning every corner of the yard with a sideways glance.

"Around... in East Province."

At that moment, Jiang An's attention was firmly drawn to the clothes drying in the yard.

There was a pair of brand-new sneakers, the pattern on the soles clearly visible, evidently just recently worn.

Nearby hung several t-shirts with trendy logos and a pair of ripped jeans.

The most striking was a blue-and-white basketball jersey with the number "23" printed on the back.

These youthful clothes contrasted sharply with the elderly couple's simple dressing style, clearly not their garments.