Resolvo Casos com Precisão! Uso a Caixa de Dicas e Viro o Terror dos Criminosos

In the suburban villa on the outskirts of Shancheng, Tang Jianing sat on the first-floor sofa, her gaze heavy and fixed on the butler.

"Still no news of my father?"

The butler answered with visible anxiety, "None, Miss. Would you like something to eat first?"

At those words, Tang Jianing's brow furrowed deeply.

Her father lived a life of clockwork regularity. Mornings were for business, afternoons for tea, and he was home by six sharp to keep her company. But it was already eight o'clock, and his absence could only mean something had gone wrong.

After a moment's thought, she dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, she demanded in a cold voice, "Lawyer Zhou, where is my father?"

Silence on the other end.

"Speak," she said, impatience edging into her tone.

A middle-aged man's voice came through. "Miss, your father... has been taken away by the criminal investigation unit."

Tang Jianing's expression darkened. "Something to do with overseas matters?"

"The overseas business shouldn't reach this far. From what I've gathered, it appears to be connected to a murder case from seven years ago."

Zhou's words allowed Tang Jianing to breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

Within the country, her father was a genuine, well-regarded entrepreneur — his business thriving, his generosity toward the nation unquestioned, whether it came to money or effort.

In reality, however, in a small nation in E