Chapter 61: The Mysterious Mr. Fang

When the fat man started to speak in an official tone, Du Long couldn't help but look at Huang Jiehao. Huang Jiehao smiled, raised his hand, and pointed at the fat man, saying, "Then let's get started. Xiao Dong, bring him over."

The fat man wasn't alone; there was a young woman by his side who could have been his daughter in terms of age. However, she was coquettishly snuggling up to him. After hearing Huang Jiehao's words, the fat man pushed her aside and walked forward, pouting, "What's there to ask? I just checked in last night and never left the room. I stayed on the fifth floor. Why would I wander around on the third floor for no reason?"

Huang Jiehao gestured for him to sit down. The fat man sat opposite Huang Jiehao, crossed his legs, and looked completely unafraid.

Huang Jiehao smiled, "What should I call you? Which organization are you from?"

The fat man chuckled, "A detective's eyesight is indeed sharp. Here's my business card... I'm a big boss, why would I have a grudge against a woman?"

Huang Jiehao glanced at the business card and smiled, "So you're Mr. Fang. Logically, you shouldn't have a grudge against a woman. But we still need to follow procedure. Tell me, why did Mr. Fang come to Yuming City and stay at a low-end hotel instead of the Hilton or Shangri-La? Isn't that beneath your status?"

Mr. Fang was speechless for a moment, but he was a quick thinker. He chuckled, "I'm a bit short on cash lately, so I had to stay at a cheaper hotel. Who hasn't been through this in business?"

Huang Jiehao glanced at the woman with Mr. Fang and said, "Is that so? If you're short on cash, why did you buy a new LV bag for your girlfriend? It's best to tell the truth, or it will waste everyone's time. If you obstruct our investigation, you'll be in even more trouble. Do you understand?"

Mr. Fang frowned and said resentfully, "Are you accusing me of lying? You can check if you don't believe me. I'm as genuine as gold. I'm short on cash, and the LV bag is fake. Of course, you can't tell my woman that secret."

Huang Jiehao chuckled, "Is that so? Whenever there's trouble, you say your LV bag is fake and your luxury car is borrowed... I don't believe that. Your woman is carrying a suitcase that looks heavy. It's probably not just underwear inside. If you don't tell the truth, I can have it opened for inspection. It might contain evidence related to the case."

Mr. Fang's expression changed. He said, "You're threatening me. You have no right to open my personal belongings. I'll call my lawyer. I won't answer any more questions until my lawyer arrives. If you infringe on my rights, we'll meet in court!"

Huang Jiehao looked at the stubborn fat man with some helplessness. At this moment, Zhao Wuwei signaled to him from a distance and nodded. Mr. Fang's ID was genuine. Huang Jiehao pondered for a moment, planning to set Mr. Fang aside and question other guests to avoid wasting time. Just then, Du Long suddenly said, "Captain Huang, let me talk to Mr. Fang alone. You can continue questioning the others."

Huang Jiehao said, "Alright, Mr. Fang is yours."

Du Long gave Mr. Fang a mysterious smile, "Mr. Fang, shall we chat over there? If I'm satisfied, I promise you and your woman can leave smoothly."

Mr. Fang looked at Huang Jiehao and said, "Is that true? You seem to be in charge. I need your guarantee."

Huang Jiehao looked at Du Long, who returned a confident smile. He said, "Captain Huang, do you forget how I caught those two wanted criminals online? Trust me."

Huang Jiehao hesitated, then turned to Mr. Fang and said, "Alright, I guarantee that you and your woman can leave when he says it's okay."

Mr. Fang then followed Du Long to the other side of the lounge. Du Long extended his hand in friendship and smiled, "Mr. Fang, as they say, 'a thousand miles of fate brings us together.' How about we shake hands first?"

Mr. Fang reluctantly extended his fat hand and shook Du Long's. Just as he was about to pull his hand back, Du Long firmly held it and smiled, "Mr. Fang's hand looks very fortunate. Where are you from, Mr. Fang? What business are you in? How many siblings do you have?"

Mr. Fang forcefully pulled his hand back and said, "Are you conducting a census? Why should I answer you?"

Du Long smiled, "If you don't want to, that's fine. Mr. Fang, please sit down."

Du Long awkwardly pulled out his phone with his left hand and took several photos of his right hand. Mr. Fang looked at him in confusion, suddenly realizing something. He asked, "What are you taking pictures of? Are you taking my fingerprints?"

Du Long waved his phone and took another photo of Mr. Fang's face. As Mr. Fang's expression changed, Du Long smiled, "Mr. Fang is very smart. Fingerprint technology is getting better. Just a casual photo can capture fingerprints. You must think I'm joking, right?"

Mr. Fang snorted, "This is illegal evidence collection. I'll sue you!"

Du Long swiped and tapped on the screen, smiling, "Mr. Fang, you don't seem very familiar with the law. A murder happened in the hotel last night. All hotel staff and guests from last night have the obligation to provide fingerprints for comparison if the police need them. Besides, I didn't force you to give your fingerprints. You left them on my skin, which is considered abandoned property and can be used as evidence..."

Suddenly, a sweet female voice came from Du Long's phone, "Dad, I've sent your letter."

Du Long put away his phone and said to Mr. Fang, "Your photo and fingerprints have been sent for comparison. Your information should be available within five minutes. Mr. Fang, you don't look like a businessman. It's not too late to tell the truth."

Mr. Fang clenched his fists, and his breathing became rapid. Du Long also sat down, squinting his eyes and leaning back on the sofa, crossing his legs and humming a tune.

Mr. Fang struggled for a while but said nothing. He was convinced that Du Long was bluffing. He had never heard of taking fingerprints from skin without using fingerprint powder or anything. Taking fingerprints with a photo? It sounded like a fairy tale.

Both men leaned back on the sofa, squinting their eyes and crossing their legs, shaking them. Huang Jiehao and Shen Bingqing were questioning other guests in the hotel, occasionally glancing over. Seeing no movement, they both wondered what was going on.

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