Chen Shi had discussed the situation with Peng Sijue earlier. The murderer seemed to possess deep hatred for the victim and the probability that the murderer was a man was higher than that of women.

Chen Shi recorded this list of suspects and continued to ask, "When was the last time you saw your son?"

"The evening of February 2nd."

"What did you do? What did you two talk about?"

Lu Qixing’s eyes glanced at his sleeves unconsciously. “We talked about some things in the company. He started a stupid film company. He didn’t earn a dime. It was purely to play with. I hoped that he would close that company down to take over my company… After all, I don’t have too many years left in me.”

"In this room?"

"Yes, in this room." Lu Qixing looked at his sleeve again.

"What time did he leave?"

"Eight."

Chen Shi thought to himself, this is very close to the time of death. It is very likely that...