After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 294 To no avail

While the police were investigating, Mr. Wen and I waited anxiously for the results. Fortunately, the firefighters told us that there were no casualties.

Suddenly, Mr. Wen's phone rang. After answering the call, his expression instantly turned grim. After hanging up, he walked to my side and whispered, "It's a call from the raw material supplier. They say there's a problem with the raw materials they supplied us before; there's a possibility they could spontaneously combust."

"How could that be? Although that's what they say, I still feel that things are not that simple. If there was a problem with the raw materials, how could it be such a coincidence that the fire started while the fans were visiting?"

Mr. Wen remained silent, but Jiang Yichen, upon learning of this, rushed over immediately.

After much effort, the fire was brought under control, but the scene was a complete mess. Police officers had been searching carefully for clues for some time, as the fire was so intense that many items that could have been crucial evidence were either burned beyond recognition or completely destroyed. Wearing gloves, the officers meticulously searched through the ashes and debris, leaving no corner unchecked.

When Jiang Yichen saw me, he immediately rushed over. Only when he saw me did he feel relieved. He asked with concern, "How are you? Are you alright?" He kept checking me for injuries.

"It's alright, it's just that we don't know if we have enough of these raw materials. It's already like this at the very beginning of our cooperation, and we don't know what to do in the future."

"As long as everyone is alright, we can discuss the cooperation later."

"However, a fire certainly doesn't happen for no reason."

At this moment, I leaned against Jiang Yichen's chest and agreed with this statement. Although I felt a little tired, the most important thing now was to find out the reason.

Several hours passed quietly, but still nothing was gained.

Mr. Wen and I watched from the sidelines, our anxiety spreading like wildfire, and our hearts sank deeper. Just then, a young policeman straightened up, his face filled with exhaustion and dejection, his voice tinged with helplessness: "Captain, searching like this is probably futile. We haven't found any valuable clues yet. Could it be that the crucial evidence is already gone...?"

The police captain frowned, his eyes revealing determination and persistence, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Search carefully again. There must be something we've overlooked. This is a crucial scene; we can't miss any place."

Hearing this, everyone could only muster their spirits and throw themselves back into the tense search. Just when everyone was feeling somewhat discouraged, the young policeman's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted excitedly, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Captain! Come quick! There's a metal box here!"

The captain stepped forward, squatted down, stared intently at the box, and said in a deep voice, "Carefully take it out and see what's inside."

The young policeman carefully lifted the box out, but couldn't help frowning, his face showing discomfort: "It's so hot! And the smell is awful!"

Other police officers gathered around, trying to open the box. However, the box was severely burned and deformed, and no matter how hard they tried, it remained unmoved.

The young policeman was so anxious that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands moved even more frantically: "I can't open it! What should we do? If there are really important clues inside, then all our efforts will be wasted if we can't open it!"

A seasoned police officer narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then spoke slowly and steadily: "Go find the tools, carefully pry it open, and be extremely careful not to damage any evidence inside. This box might just be the key to uncovering the truth!"

A police officer quickly turned around and soon retrieved the tools. The older officer took the tools, his expression focused and cautious: "Here, you guys help me hold the box steady, I'll pry it open. Be careful!"

Everyone quickly did as instructed, and after some difficult effort, the metal box was finally opened.

The young policeman eagerly leaned forward, his eyes full of anticipation: "Quick, let's see what's inside!"

They showed us these items, and Mr. Wen and I were both stunned. These items turned out to be chemical reagents, all of which are prohibited from use in factories! The investigation came to a standstill, and Mr. Wen and I were both quite frustrated.

Just then, Xu Sisi suddenly said, "Could it be that someone deliberately framed Xiao Liu? Let's take another closer look at the surveillance footage."

The previous surveillance footage all indicated that Xiao Liu specifically obtained the chemicals from the factory, but when questioned, Xiao Liu claimed to know nothing about them. It was clear that he couldn't have obtained these prohibited chemicals on his own, and someone must have been helping him behind the scenes, or perhaps he was being made a scapegoat.

We reviewed the surveillance footage again, and this time I noticed a detail.

At the edge of the surveillance footage, a car's license plate flashed by. I immediately told the police about this discovery.

The police located the car owner through the license plate information. To our surprise, the owner turned out to be Mr. Li, a mid-level manager at General Manager Wen's company.

It is understood that Lao Li has worked at the company for many years, but why did he do this?

"Damn it, Old Li, he was supposed to retire soon because of his age."

Seeing that more and more criticism was directed at Lao Li, General Manager Wen gritted his teeth and said.

"Where is Old Li now, given the current situation?"

As he spoke, he dialed Lao Li's number, but the phone was already switched off.

"Everyone, contact this employee, Lao Li, immediately and notify all bureaus."

After speaking, the head of the local police force made a phone call to instruct the remaining officers to continue reviewing the surveillance footage and extracting useful information.

At this moment, Old Li was preparing to flee back to his hometown.

Outside the station, Old Li was wearing a brown shirt and brown trousers.

"Don't move." The policeman strode forward and saw Old Li just as he was about to run away. He immediately ordered all the drivers to stop driving and took Old Li into custody.

"I...I...I didn't do anything! You must have arrested the wrong person." The police handcuffed Old Li while forcefully restraining him and leading him into the police car.

In the interrogation room, Old Li kept his head down, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles white.