False evidence

Chapter 168 Reunion with Tong Xiangnan (Part 2)
"Deng Wanzhen is your girlfriend?" Gao He asked in astonishment.

Seeing Tong Xiangnan nod, Gao He could only shake his head: "The outcome for you and her must be very unpleasant..."

Before Gao He could finish speaking, Tong Xiangnan interrupted him, saying, "Wrong. We broke up peacefully because of personality clashes. I still love her, so I haven't had a second girlfriend since."

You think I'm cold because Sanqi just reminded me that our meeting time is limited. I love Wanzhen, and I want to avenge her, so I must remain calm and strive to do the most efficient thing in the shortest amount of time.

Cao Xinyun paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you think we should do now?"

Tong Xiangnan shook his head: "Based solely on the information you've given me and these photos, my judgment is limited."

Gao hesitated and asked, "If I give you photos of the crime scene, will it affect your judgment?"

He said that because what he had just given Tong Xiangnan were just some everyday photos of the two of them.

Tong Xiangnan immediately said, "A person's tolerance has a limit. Don't give me Wanzhen's photos, they will definitely affect my judgment; give me the photos of the other victim at the scene."

Gao He said, "The case happened not long ago, and I immediately asked the forensic team to send over the photos and videos. However, the second victim was in a hurry to be rescued at the time, so there is no video footage of the victim at the scene."

"In that case, I can only say that I will do my best. Because psychology is about people."

I remembered something, so I took out Fang Ling's phone, opened the photo album, and handed it to Tong Xiangnan.

Tong Xiangnan glanced at me a few times, then ignored me and turned to Cao Xinyun, asking him more than ten questions in a row.

Tong Xiangnan seemed to be trying to save time, asking questions very quickly.

Cao Xinyun's answer was also concise and to the point.

As I listened, my brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Because, to me, most of the questions Tong Xiangnan asked were completely meaningless.

I patiently listened to his and Cao Xinyun finish their Q&A session, and Gao He had already received the transmitted on-site data.

On his laptop, he first flipped through static photos frame by frame, followed by a complete video of the scene.

Fang Ling was not mentioned in any of the content.

However, after reading all the information, my anger had reached its peak.

“Perfect!” Tong Xiangnan said with a stern face.

"What do you mean?" Cao Xinyun asked.

Tong Xiangnan didn't answer him, but instead shrugged at Gao He: "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"You can't find any clues either?" Gao asked.

Tong Xiangnan shook his head: "Notice—I used the word 'perfect.' That means, in my opinion, the murderer's method was absolutely perfect. Even the best detectives are helpless against a perfect murder. The murderer didn't even leave a trace of evidence. What can I, as a prisoner, do?"

He suddenly turned to me: "Your name is Lü Xin, right? Do you agree with what I said?"

I was startled, and then my head spun.

This dizziness comes on quickly and goes away quickly.

When I regained consciousness, I heard a soft footstep behind me.

I instinctively turned around and was surprised to see that the iron door to the prison meeting room was open, and a person walked in with their hands behind their back.

I was stunned when I saw this person's attire.

When I saw the other person's face, I was stunned for a moment, and then I almost screamed.

The person who entered was dressed in white and wore high-soled shoes.

His face is exactly like mine!
This person, who looks exactly like me and is dressed the same, ignored me and walked straight to the other side of the meeting table. He looked down at Gao He, who was facing Tong Xiangnan, with a cold and arrogant gaze, but did not say a word.

Gao He seemed to sense the meaning conveyed by his eyes and stood up to give up his seat.

The man in the white robe lifted the hem of his robe and sat down sideways, not even looking at Tong Xiangnan opposite him. He said coldly, "What did you just say? Say it again." At this moment, Tong Xiangnan's gaze was completely focused on him. "I said, the murderer's method of committing the crime was perfect, perfect to the extreme."

"What is perfection?" The man in the white robe unconsciously revealed disdain in his eyes.

Tong Xiangnan, who had been staring at him, suddenly turned his gaze to me and pointed at me, saying, "Tell me the whole thing again! Remember it! Not a single word should be missed!"

When we met each other's eyes, I seemed to understand something.

So I repeated what Cao Xinyun had said earlier, speaking very slowly.

However, although my explanation was very long and tedious, it took less time than Cao Xinyun's.

The woman in the white robe kept her eyes lowered, her hands resting on her knees, listening quietly to me.

Until I said, "That's the whole story."

I'll just use this one sentence as a conclusion.

However, after I finished speaking, I realized that everyone in the room, including the prison guards on duty, had their eyes on me.

The person wearing the exact same 'moon-white long robe' as me seemed to hesitate for a moment before getting up and walking in front of me.

As someone directly involved, I cannot describe how I felt at that moment.

But, relying on imagination... it's like looking in a mirror.

What I was facing was my own reflection in the mirror.

However, when I looked into the other person's eyes up close, I felt as if I were the reflection in the mirror.

The man in the white robe stared at me for a moment, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery. He raised his hand, rolled up the cuff of his robe, and said contemptuously without even looking at me, "Do you think the murderer is perfect?"

Watching the movements of his hands, I suddenly felt a chill.

The next second, he put one hand behind his back, looked directly at the other person, and said coldly, "Not only is it imperfect, but it is also full of mistakes!"

The man in the moon-white robe finally showed surprise in his eyes and asked, "Where is there an oversight?"

I shook my head: "Not only were there many mistakes, but he also left behind substantial evidence. That alone is enough to bring him to justice."

"What evidence?"

"The one in the white robe asked in confusion."

"I've put the evidence away."

I walked to the side and reached into my backpack.

The man in the white robe subconsciously took a step forward, muttering, "The murderer isn't perfect, but he shouldn't have left any evidence. The authorities definitely won't be able to catch him..."

"But the evidence is right here! Shouldn't we take a look first?"

I had my back to him, but after saying that, I suddenly turned around and, with a 'clatter,' opened the iron fan in my hand: "Does this count as evidence?"

Before I could finish speaking, the other person showed an expression of extreme terror. Then, like a distorted videotape screen, it flickered a few times and disappeared before my eyes.

As the other person disappeared, my anger surged.

He closed the iron fan, turned to Tong Xiangnan behind the table, and said, "You're hypnotizing me again!"

Tong Xiangnan said with a serious expression, "I know this was dangerous for you, but it seems to have succeeded, right?"

"What if it doesn't work!" I became even angrier, completely unable to contain my anger.

Tong Xiangnan looked at me and suddenly smiled: "How is Pei Xiaofan?"

(End of this chapter)