Ji Ping didn't immediately register what Kuang Feifan said; he subconsciously felt that the man did indeed know quite a bit of inside information. But Ji Ping's mind wasn't slow either; he quickly caught on, let out a soft snort, and remarked, "It seems that old Mr. Hou wasn't suffering from temporary amnesia after all."

Kuang Feifan arched an eyebrow, then suddenly smiled, "Don't say that. We've also done some investigating. More importantly, perhaps we've just been overly concerned."

The moment those words were out, Ji Ping truly fell silent. In fact, Kuang Feifan was about half right, but the situation was complicated, and Ji Ping couldn't just spell it out.

Seeing his silence, Kuang Feifan graciously offered him an out, "My apologies, I might have pushed too far. At least the fact you'd come here investigating in the middle of the night proves how much you value this case."

Ji Ping sounded slightly less confident, "Actually, we are all very serious. It's just that we've had quite a few cases lately. But I have no intention of dropping this investigation."

As he spoke, he glared at Kuang Feifan.

Kuang Feifan shrugged, shifted his angle, and asked, "Has Officer Ji inquired about the manager of the gas station?"

"Of course. Since Luo Jingjing was an employee there, I naturally started by learning about the victim's work situation. However, the manager said Luo Jingjing hadn't been there long and was working part-time, so he didn't know much about her daily life," Ji Ping finally began to reveal what he had found out.

Kuang Feifan couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what she did before coming to the gas station?"

Ji Ping answered without hesitation, "According to my investigation, she was a journalist before, but for an online version of a magazine. I found her business card at her place; the title was 'Online Reporter.' Her computer is password-protected, so we haven't gotten permission to search it yet. As for why she started working at the gas station, I truly don't know. The manager seems to know something but keeps evading, refusing to say it clearly. I'm currently investigating whether Luo Jingjing has a boyfriend."

Kuang Feifan paused, "A boyfriend? What are you suspecting?"

Ji Ping hesitated for a moment, then said, "This is just my speculation. Luo Jingjing was supposed to be on shift at the gas station, yet she appeared at the adjacent intersection late at night. It's highly likely someone she knew very well called her out from the station. The probability of it being a male is higher than a female, and if a man called her out, the highest probability is that it's her boyfriend."

Kuang Feifan strained his face, desperately trying not to let his inner amusement show. Truthfully, Ji Ping's speculation wasn't entirely impossible, but he instantly began to worry about how to explain what they already knew to Ji Ping.

After a moment’s thought, he asked Ji Ping, "Did you inquire about the employee who fainted?"

Ji Ping nodded, then shook his head, "Of course, I did. I even suspect Luo Jingjing's incident is related to him. But when we went to the hospital that afternoon, we learned he was unconscious due to a high fever, so we couldn't question him right away. When we went yesterday, he still hadn't woken up, so we just have to wait."

Finishing, he let out a sigh that sounded quite frustrated, then suddenly added, "Every time we try to gather information, I can sense that the people I question are definitely holding something back. But without supporting evidence, we can't press them further."

Kuang Feifan waved his hand, asking with a puzzled air, "Wait a moment. When you surveyed the scene of Luo Jingjing's incident, didn't you find anything suspicious? What about the evidence collected? And didn't you look at the footage captured by those surveillance cameras?"

Ji Ping’s expression shifted subtly, his look immediately becoming unnatural. He turned his head slightly away, avoiding Kuang Feifan's eyes, and stated blandly, "We didn't find any evidence helpful to the case."

Kuang Feifan knew that wasn't entirely true, but he could understand what Ji Ping was thinking—he probably saw something on the surveillance footage that he couldn't comprehend and couldn't accept immediately.

Involuntarily, Kuang Feifan pressed further, "Did you or did you not watch the surveillance recording? Was the tape broken, or did you see something you refuse to believe?"

Instantly, Ji Ping’s face darkened. His eyes locked onto Kuang Feifan, his gaze laced with a sharp alertness. Kuang Feifan's words had clearly made him uncomfortable, and for a moment, his stare held the quality of looking directly at a suspect.

Kuang Feifan did not retreat. Instead, he met those two icy gazes head-on.

After a long pause, Ji Ping’s expression softened, and he asked in a deep voice, "Have you guys found something?"

Saying that, he began to scan the people in the room, his look resembling that of a man sizing up criminals.

Wang Hai seemed reluctant to meet his gaze directly, but Feng Tian was unafraid and immediately stared back.

Kuang Feifan cleared his throat twice, drawing Ji Ping’s attention back to himself. "That's right, I actually have learned some things. However, I haven't seen the surveillance footage from the intersection where the incident occurred; after all, only you police can access that."

Seeing that Ji Ping’s eyes didn't seem to fully trust him, Kuang Feifan took a deep breath. "How about this: you let us see the surveillance from the intersection, and I'll show you the gas station’s surveillance from that night. What do you say?"

Ji Ping stared intensely at Kuang Feifan for a long time, barely suppressing an urge to curse. Seeing Ji Ping’s eyes nearly bulging out, Kuang Feifan sighed, "Don't misunderstand. I have a reason for this. This matter isn't as simple as it appears. To put it this way: whether you watched the footage and saw something unbelievable, or the footage malfunctioned and showed nothing, the actual situation is that this car accident was likely not caused by ordinary people. Only by letting us see it can we truly confirm it, and perhaps then we can explain the whole thing to you clearly."

This lengthy justification finally bewildered Ji Ping. He sat there wordlessly, staring blankly. Yet, the atmosphere in the room suddenly eased. The back-and-forth exchange between the two men had previously filled the room with an almost explosive tension.

Kuang Feifan studied Ji Ping’s expression, sensing that his resolve was wavering; now, it was just a matter of waiting for him to concede.

Indeed, after a long silence, Ji Ping finally let out a breath, slapped his thigh, and reached into his coat to pull out a CD encased in a jewel box. He shook it slightly. "I've found it strange, so I privately asked the monitoring center to burn a copy for me, hoping to figure out what the issue was. Unfortunately, I never managed to understand it," he said, handing the CD to Kuang Feifan.

Just as Kuang Feifan reached for it, Ji Ping retracted his hand, asking nervously, "You said I could watch the gas station surveillance—where is it?"

"Don't worry. Finish looking at yours first, and I will naturally bring up the footage for you to see." Kuang Feifan leaned forward swiftly, snatching the CD away in one quick movement.