Zhang Lin had gone out on a mission, not answering his phone, and no one knew when he would be back. Wu Peng went directly to his house to wait.

It wasn't until after eight o'clock in the evening that Zhang Lin returned home, looking exhausted. He saw Wu Peng sitting at his doorstep, equally tired, with a laptop in his hands, researching information.

Seeing Zhang Lin, Wu Peng immediately stood up. "Have you found definitive evidence to convict Jia Wenjun?"

He used a statement rather than a question. Zhang Lin knew that he was following Liu Lü, and with Liu Lü's connections here, it was not surprising that he knew the news.

"If you already know, why ask?" Zhang Lin took out his key to open the door. "I'm very tired today. I really don't have time to entertain you. Go back."

"I don't need you to entertain me. I know this place well. I'm sleeping here tonight." Since Wu Peng had come today, there was no way he was going to be dismissed with a few words.

"Who said you could sleep here?" Before Zhang Lin could finish blocking him, Wu Peng squeezed in from behind.

Zhang Lin was not one to put up with this, and he grabbed his arm instantly. The two started grappling.

If they were really fighting, Wu Peng would definitely lose to Zhang Lin. But Zhang Lin often stopped short of going all out, his only aim being to drive this annoying guy out. He was really tired today and didn't want this guy staying at his place.

Wu Peng started acting shamelessly when he realized he couldn't win, clinging to Zhang Lin like an octopus.

Zhang Lin was disgusted by being hugged by a grown man and, grabbing Wu Peng, gave him a shoulder throw.

Wu Peng was caught off guard and landed flat on his back, so painful that he couldn't get up. He simply gave up and lay on the ground, howling.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Zhang Lin quickly stepped forward. "Are you okay?"

"You've crippled me with that throw, and you're asking if I'm okay?" Wu Peng glared at him from the ground.

Zhang Lin looked resigned. "Fine, fine, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Ouch, ouch, don't move me. If you move me, I might get a fracture. Stay away from me."

"No, what exactly do you want?" Zhang Lin glared at the troublemaker on the ground.

"Tell me exactly what's going on with Jia Wenjun now."

"No comment."

"Then I'll have to sue you for intentional injury."

Zhang Lin was annoyed. "Are you being reasonable? You forced your way in, so I stopped you."

"Is that stopping me? You've beaten me up like this." Wu Peng lay on the ground, looking like it was up to Zhang Lin to deal with it.

Zhang Lin knew that this deity wouldn't leave without getting things cleared up. Exhausted, he plopped down in a chair and said unhappily, "Didn't you already know before you came? Otherwise, what would you be doing here?"

"I just don't understand. How could Zhao Di's hair be on that wooden boat, and how could it be mixed with dog hair? Jia Wenjun said that the person in the video wasn't her, and she didn't push Zhao Di down. How could the hair on her clothes be Zhao Di's? Don't you think this is strange?" Wu Peng felt that this was very unreasonable.

"Just because she said she didn't push her doesn't mean she didn't? Wu Peng, just because she's your client doesn't mean you believe everything she says. We police work with evidence. Don't lawyers work with evidence? Now everything is in front of us, and the logic makes sense. As long as we find the person on the wooden boat, everything can be explained. If Jia Wenjun knows who was on the wooden boat, she should confess as soon as possible, at least to get a reduced sentence."

"The evidence in front of us may not be real evidence. What if it's deliberately fabricated by someone with ulterior motives?"

"Do you think we're all just sitting around doing nothing?" Zhang Lin knew that Wu Peng must already be clear about the whole thing, so he might as well tell him not to imagine overturning Jia Wenjun's case because the case was already clear. The evidence in their hands was enough to prove Jia Wenjun's guilt. All Jia Wenjun could do was try to get a reduced sentence.

"Zhang Lin, tell me, how did you find the hair on Jia Wenjun's clothes? Why didn't you find it before, but you found it just when Jia Wenjun's suspicion might have been cleared? Don't you think that's strange?"

Zhang Lin rubbed his temples. "I might as well tell you. I went back and watched that video many times and found that when she pushed Zhao Di into the water, Zhao Di struggled, and her hair might have gotten tangled in the cuffs of Jia Wenjun's windbreaker.

Jia Wenjun's windbreaker was specially prepared for fishermen to stay dry and windproof in big storms. In terms of design, the cuffs were waterproofed. Waterproof Velcro was used to tighten and seal the cuffs, but the more the user tightened the seal, the more of the Velcro strip would be exposed. And this exposed Velcro would form a hair collector like a comb.

No matter how nimble Jia Wenjun's movements were in the video, she couldn't completely control Zhao Di's long hair from wrapping around the Velcro.

As for the dog hair and hair on the wooden boat, I suspect that when someone picked up the vial with the drug from the deck, these hairs stuck to the bottle. The person then threw the dog's shed hair and Zhao Di's hair that fell out during the struggle together. The person took the vial somewhere else and threw it into the sea, but these hairs didn't fall off, so they stayed in the wooden boat.

Of course, we can't rule out that Jia Wenjun boarded the boat or that she moved the vial onto the boat, which is why these hairs were scattered on the wooden boat.

That windbreaker has been on Jia Wenjun all the time. If she didn't push Zhao Di off the boat, how could Zhao Di's hair be on her sleeves? And the same type of hair even appeared on the wooden boat, which has been proven to be a tool for committing the crime. The person on the wooden boat may be Jia Wenjun's accomplice. Naming those people is her last chance."

Zhang Lin said this deliberately to get Wu Peng to persuade Jia Wenjun to speak up. Jia Wenjun had been stubborn and hadn't said a word.

Wu Peng didn't agree with what Zhang Lin said. "The person who boarded the Seashell in the middle of the night in a small boat may not be Jia Wenjun's accomplice, but someone who wants to harm her."

"At that time, there were still people on the boat who weren't completely unconscious. Someone can testify that the person was helping Jia Wenjun."

"You're talking about Lü Maowang?"

Wu Peng wasn't stupid. He thought of the face that appeared at the end of the video and guessed it right away.

"I won't tell you who it is. Instead of lying here and acting shamelessly with me, you should go and persuade Jia Wenjun as soon as possible. Once the evidence is confirmed, the procuratorate and the arrest approval department will soon receive the assignment."

Wu Peng couldn't pretend any longer. He got up from the ground, grabbed his bag, and left Zhang Lin's house.

At this time, Father and Mother Jia, who were packing their things at the hospital in preparation for discharge tomorrow, were being blocked by the Lin family, who were demanding money. They insisted that Jia Wenjun had killed Zhao Di and that it was now conclusive evidence that she would soon be going to jail. If they didn't pay, they wouldn't let them have a good time.

Mother Jia, who was usually gentle and soft-spoken, was being forced by their constant talk of "going to jail" and "murderer," wishing she could die with them. "Get out of here. Our daughter didn't kill anyone. If you dare to continue smearing my daughter, I'll fight you to the death."

Mother Jia was held back by the caregiver, and Father Jia was also very angry, pointing at the Lin family. "Who told you this? If you spread rumors, I will spend all my money to send you in!"

Mother Lin spat. "Don't think you're so great just because your family has a few stinky coins. I'm telling you, your daughter can't escape. It's all over outside. The police have found evidence that Jia Wenjun killed someone. If you don't want her to die in prison, give us all the money now, and it will be too late!"

Mother Jia was swaying, and Father Jia called the nurse and hospital security. After a lot of commotion, they finally got rid of these plagues.

Father Jia hurriedly called Wu Peng to ask him what was going on and whether something very bad had happened to Junjun.

The Wu Peng on the other end didn't comfort him as before but said urgently that he would check again and hung up the phone.

Father Jia slumped onto the hospital bed, his heart aching.