SFTD -Chapter 315 Missing Memory (Part 7)

A soft “ding” sounded from Zhou Hai’s phone. He glanced at Huang Zhongsheng, then took out his phone and tapped the link. It opened a Weibo page with a bold headline:

“Police Officer Kills While Drunk — Scene Footage!”

Those shocking words made Zhou Hai’s expression tighten. He had been notified and sent to the scene almost immediately after the incident—so had someone leaked it before the police even arrived?

But that didn’t make sense. At that time, Wang Xuchao hadn’t even been seen yet, and the police belt hadn’t been discovered either. How could anyone already know it involved a police officer?

Zhou Hai ignored Huang Zhongsheng behind him, tossed the car keys to Xu Biao, and walked to the vehicle. He got into the passenger seat and carefully read the entire report.

The most eye-catching image showed the scene inside the villa where Yu Xiuhong had died—specifically the first-floor second bedroom. The photo was taken from the north window, shot from outside looking inward, extremely clear.

The deceased’s exposed body was deliberately framed in a way that was sensational—bloody, provocative, and perfectly tailored to public curiosity and morbid fascination.

Zhou Hai recalled that entering the villa required climbing six or seven steps, and there was a basement below, meaning the north window was over 2.5 meters above ground.

The design clearly prevented passersby from peering inside. So how could an ordinary person casually climb up to that height and take such a clear photo?

And how did they even know something had happened there?

Either the person was informed in advance, was a bystander who heard the police alert, or was directly involved.

The next image showed Zhou Hai and his team during the initial investigation, helping Wang Xuchao into a police car.

Another showed them draping a police uniform over Wang Xuchao. It seemed the photographer had inferred his identity from this act—but the logic was far too forced.

Even worse, the article had publicly exposed Wang Xuchao’s full personal identity information, as well as the victim’s. It claimed he attempted sexual assault while drunk, failed, and killed in rage.

It urged the public to “pay attention and see whether the police would cover it up or enforce justice,” promising more revelations from “insiders.”

Before Zhou Hai could finish scrolling, another report popped up.

“Police Officer Kills While Drunk — Scene Footage 2”

The first two images showed the outside of the Old Soldiers KTV. Wang Xuchao appeared to be grabbing Yu Xiuhong—though due to the angle, it looked almost like an intimate embrace.

The third was not a photo but a short video clip of Wang Xuchao throwing punches.

The scene had shifted. Neon lights filled the background. Wang Xuchao was facing a staff member wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black pants, and a headset, who was trying to stop him.

Wang Xuchao kept attacking, until the staff member knocked him to the ground with a single punch. Wang struggled for a long time before managing to stand again.

Zhou Hai narrowed his eyes.

Was the injury at the corner of Wang Xuchao’s mouth caused here, not by the victim?

But where was this place? It didn’t look fully outdoors—there were tables and chairs, suggesting some kind of indoor open venue.

Did Wang Xuchao and Yu Xiuhong go somewhere else after leaving the KTV?

And his behavior… why was it so strange?

He didn’t look like the clear-headed man Zhou Hai had spoken to before—he was swaying, almost collapsing, yet suddenly launching violent attacks. That didn’t match his usual personality at all.

Zhou Hai checked the source—it was reposted. Following the trail, it stopped after the third repost.

At that moment, Xu Biao got into the driver’s seat, making the car dip slightly. Zhou Hai tapped him.

“Call Xiao Hu. Have him track down this ‘insider’ account. I want the original source and the identity of the first uploader. Online posts like this require real-name registration—there must be a way to trace it.”

Xu Biao quickly called Xiao Hu and sent him the link.

After hanging up, he skimmed the posts and his eyes widened.

“This is basically declaring war on the police. If Wang Xuchao isn’t severely punished, they’ll call it protection and corruption, and they’re threatening to expose everything. This is moral coercion.”

He paused.

“And what’s with the second post?”

Zhou Hai narrowed his eyes.

“The second post is too deliberate. The first might be insider exposure—but the second can be staged. Especially the part where he fights the security guard… it’s basically shaping Wang Xuchao into an impulsive, violent person.”

He paused slightly.

“We need to go to the detention center.”

As night fell, they arrived at the First Detention Center of Dongnan City.

After identifying themselves, the guard saluted.

“Sorry, Forensic Doctor Zhou, we’ve just received orders from leadership. Wang Xuchao is not allowed visitors. Any interrogation requires approval from Chief Chu.”

Zhou Hai pressed his lips together.

Chu Menghan was trying to completely cut off his investigation path.

Xu Biao, however, remained calm. Smiling, he draped an arm over the guard’s shoulder.

“Brother, who said we’re here to visit Wang Xuchao?”

He continued smoothly, saying they were just stopping by to see Captain Jiang, since he was on duty.

His casual, friendly tone made refusal difficult. He even mentioned their past case contributions, easing the guard’s tension.

Xu Biao then called Captain Jiang directly, joking loudly on the phone and making the situation awkward but friendly.

Captain Jiang eventually laughed and agreed to let them in.

After the call ended, Xu Biao completed the entry log.

Before entering, he patted the young guard’s shoulder.

“You’re very responsible. Just one reminder—be careful. We’re actually here to break someone out.”

With that, he raised an eyebrow, grabbed Zhou Hai, and walked away with the escorting officer—leaving the confused guard standing there with a black line over his face.