After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 611 - 615: Leng Zirui’s Hesitation【1】

The computer operated automatically and soon, a dialogue box popped up.

"Similarity 90%."

"Similarity 90%, boss, not bad, we found the murderer so quickly..." Excitement laced Seo Shaochuan’s tone.

"Nonsense!" Leng Zirui sternly interrupted him, "This is just a simulated scenario; we cannot be certain that this is the car that hit and killed Lu Hao. We shouldn’t jump to conclusions without the DNA comparison results."

Seo Shaochuan’s face turned serious too, "The boss is right, we need to be rigorous; this is a matter of life and death."

"Boss, the DNA information has been sent over."

A worker with glasses called out loudly from a distance.

Leng Zimo tapped his foot lightly on the ground, and the chair he was sitting on whooshed over to the side of that person, "Compare them immediately!"

"Okay."

The worker swiftly opened the email, pulled up the DNA data from Lu Hao’s autopsy, and then retrieved the DNA analysis chart they had just made with that strand of hair for comparison.

The result was that both charts were completely identical.

"The similarity is over 99%. We can confirm it’s the same person’s DNA." The worker picked up the strand of hair from the desk, "Now, we can determine that this strand of hair is indeed Lu Hao’s."

"Great, Tomorrow, we’ll just smack this analysis report on Old Zhao’s desk at the city bureau and let them see what a real detective looks like." Seo Shaochuan looked admiringly at Leng Zirui, who was sitting on the chair, "Boss, I say, from now on we should just call you Sherlock Holmes!"

However, Leng Zirui’s face showed no hint of excitement.

"Boss, what’s wrong?" Seo Shaochuan noticed his odd expression and asked in confusion.

"All of you, get out and let me have some quiet," Leng Zirui slightly waved his hand.

Seo Shaochuan did not dare to delay, making a gesture to everyone, "Everybody out."

"Remember!" Leng Zirui turned his chair around, his gaze slowly sweeping over the group, "Regarding this matter, including all analysis results and evidence, without my permission, do not reveal anything to anyone."

"Yes!" Everyone stood at attention and responded respectfully.

"You can leave work now," Leng Zirui waved his hand lightly, and everyone swiftly exited the room.

Pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, Leng Zirui slowly lit it, raised his long legs, and lazily draped them over the computer desk. He took a deep breath, and soon, a pale blue smoke began to waft in front of his eyes.

As a former special forces soldier on outdoor missions, smoking could be a fatal weakness; the enemy could locate you by any unique scent on you.

Therefore, whether it was cigarettes or alcohol, Leng Zirui always kept himself from becoming addicted.

Only when he was in a bad mood, or needed to think something over specially, would he occasionally smoke one or two.

When he had called Zimo just now, he had intended to tell his older brother about these findings, but unexpectedly, before he could speak about it, Zimo had already shared with him the matter of Xu Pei targeting Luo Xiaoqian.

Now, Leng Zirui hesitated.

He knew Zimo’s temper the best.

If his older brother found out what Xu Pei had done, he would definitely lose his mind.

The mere fact that Xu Pei had manipulated a video had made Zimo break his precedent of not hitting women, and Leng Zirui dared not imagine what decision Zimo would make if he knew about that matter.

Once that man lost his temper, the consequences would be unimaginable.