Upon hearing the name Hu Xianyou, Qin Fei was momentarily at a loss.
After recalling, Qin Fei asked in disbelief:
"The nephew of that old house's owner?"
Chen Xiao nodded, and Qin Fei continued in confusion:
"Why would he be suitable for this task?"
"He also knows Huang Zhao and Zhu Nianying."
"But if Huang Zhao is the murderer, then Hu Xianyou's identity is also sensitive."
"We need to minimize sensitivity as much as possible, without totally eliminating it. Imagine, if someone unrelated to the case informs Huang Zhao that he was summoned by the police to make data backups, wouldn't that be like covering one's ears while stealing a bell?"
Qin Fei nodded slightly: "That's true, it needs to be sensitive enough, but not too directly related. The main thing is, Hu Xianyou himself shouldn't know he was arranged by us."
"Without informing him, how would he approach Huang Zhao?"
