Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 163 The Hand of God 16
Half an hour later, Kuang Fan saw the twins off.

He came out and asked his assistant to adjust the appointment time, then invited Zheng Yan and the others to the break room. While getting water, he politely asked, "Are you here because of the fire this morning?"

Zheng Yan said, "Yes. We've asked around. It's all thanks to you for discovering the fire and getting people to rush up and put it out; otherwise, even more people would have suffered."

Kuang Fan filled the water container, took a sip, and then shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately, it was too late. Li Xin couldn't be saved."

“That’s not the fault of the firefighters,” Zheng Yan said politely for a few moments, then abruptly changed the subject, “I heard you met the deceased yesterday and even gave him something?”

"Yes," Kuang Fan frankly admitted, "Li Xin's family doesn't care much about him. Actually, his post-traumatic stress disorder from the fire can be treated with psychological intervention and he can gradually recover over time, but Li's family just won't allow it. When I ask them to bring him to me for treatment, they make all sorts of excuses. There's nothing I can do but help him out and comfort him when I run into him."

What did you give him?

"It was a cooling spray. It's been so hot lately, so I bought it to use in my car. But when I ran into Li Xin in the neighborhood, he was wandering around like a ghost. He barely managed to say a few words to me and asked what it was. So I gave it to him."

Zheng Yan: "Do you know that the fire that burned him to death this morning was caused by this cooling spray?"

Kuang Fan looked surprised: "How is that possible?"

Tan Jia had been observing him from the side when she suddenly met his gaze. His face was very amiable, with a natural smile at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if he was used to treating everyone as a patient with psychological problems.

It was an indescribable feeling, but in an instant, the hairs on her arms stood up as if in response.

“Impossible, I’m using cooling spray myself,” Kuang Fan’s gaze didn’t linger for long. He sat down to calm himself down as if shocked, and then said, “Judging from your attitude, do you suspect I’m an arsonist?”

Zheng Yan didn't speak, while Tan Jiamo stroked his arm, which was covered in goosebumps, and continued to stare at him.

He explained, "I have no grudge against Li Xin, why would I kill him? Besides, I was only trying to save him. When I saw black smoke, I called people to rush upstairs. I almost got set on fire while putting out the fire. Did I cause trouble while trying to save someone?"

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kuang, we are only obligated to investigate every suspicious clue. After all, you had contact with the deceased the day before the incident, and you were the one who gave him the spray can that caused the fire,” Zheng Yan said.

“No, that’s not right,” Kuang Fan seemed to have come to his senses and seized on a loophole. “How could a cooling spray cause a fire for no reason? When I bought it, the customer service said it was safe as long as there was no open flame. So it’s the safest thing for Li Xin to use. He wouldn’t play with fire.”

"But as luck would have it, he played with fire this morning,"

Kuang Fan's expression suddenly changed, and Zheng Yan asked sharply, "What's wrong? What did you think of?"

"Li Xin's condition. He used to become terrified and agitated whenever he saw fire, shouting and screaming. It's impossible for him to play with fire in his room unless... his mental state is already very bad."

He was very talkative when it came to professional knowledge, and believed that if Li Xin was really in a very bad mental state, it was not impossible for him to set the fire himself. Many people with mental problems have self-destructive tendencies.

Zheng Yan listened attentively, and finally nodded to indicate that it made sense. He then asked a few more questions and waited for his assistant to urge him to repeat himself before leaving.

A few minutes after leaving the psychological clinic, Tan Jia suddenly said, "I think there's something wrong with Kuang Fan."

Zheng Yan did not express his opinion, only saying, "We need to find evidence to prove it."

Without exchanging many words, as they walked around the escalator, Tan Jia saw the twin boys again.

The children huddled together, shivering, as their angry yet image-conscious parents muttered insults at them, seemingly trying to get them to leave quickly. Their faces were full of impatience. Then, as if they had gotten a little angry while trying to persuade them, they reached out to pull the child, but accidentally pushed the child off the escalator with too much force.

The two children tumbled down, unable to hold back their cries, which were soft and delicate, as if they dared not cry too loudly.

Those going up and down the escalator witnessed the scene and immediately shouted for help. Zheng Yan rushed forward the fastest and, at the last second, pulled the two children off the moving escalator, thankfully preventing them from being caught in the escalator. The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, then looked accusingly at the stunned couple above.

"Dressed like respectable people, yet abusing children! How could they be pushing and pulling them around in such a dangerous place?"

"Is that Dr. Kwong's mental health clinic? I told you, the parents who bring their children to see me for mental health issues are actually the ones with bigger problems."

"I can't imagine how heartbroken Dr. Kwong must have been. He was trying his best to save lives, but the person who should have been protecting the children was harming them. Oh my God."

Speak of the devil, and he appears. Kuang Fan came out, saw the child crying and pale-faced under the escalator, and knew what had happened from everyone's expressions. He pointed at the couple and cursed.

"I've told you before, be patient with the children, be patient! If there are problems, it's not their fault, you parents should bear the main responsibility!"

The people around them were also buzzing with conversation, their words filled with sympathy and affection for the two children, condemnation of the couple, and praise for Kuang Fan.

It seems that Kwong Fan is quite famous, with a widespread reputation for good deeds.

Tan Jia stood at the back of the crowd, watching them discreetly. Something flashed through her mind, but it disappeared instantly, like ink dripping into flowing water.

The couple on the escalator finally couldn't take it anymore. They hurriedly ran down, heads down, and pulled their child away, stiffly avoiding everyone's gaze. They then entered the elevator and went directly to the underground parking lot.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Kuang Fan returned to the clinic with the patients' families who had come to watch the commotion.

Tan Jia was still standing in the corner, his brows furrowed.

Zheng Yan thought the person had disappeared, so he made a phone call and followed the ringing sound to find the person: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing. Just look at Captain Zheng's heroic rescue," she said casually.

Unable to catch the fleeting glimpse of inspiration, one can only suppress it for now.

"You still have the nerve to tease me at a time like this. Let's go back and check on that Dr. Kuang again." Zheng Yan had just been in the crowd with her child and heard it even more clearly than she did. Everyone was praising Kuang Fan, as if he were a savior from suffering.

People who are too perfect are more likely to have problems.

Great kindness may be great treachery, magnanimity may be jealousy, and a good person may be an evil person.

They returned to Jinxiu Jiayuan, where a group of police officers were visiting each household. Old Man Li, who was at the crime scene, had stopped crying and making a fuss. He was sitting on the ground with a pale face, and an old woman was standing next to him, panting with her neck stiff.

Lee Shih-hoon seemed to have just lost his temper; he was wiping his glasses with a dark expression, looking extremely unpleasant.

Tan Jia asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Xiao Chen: "Li Shixun wanted to find Qin Da Niang's grandson, who left the lighter, to question him, but only Qin Da Niang came. She kept trying to clear her grandson's name and said that she would no longer have anything to do with Li Da Tou. The twilight romance was over."

The last sentence makes you want to laugh a little.

She turned her head, and a policeman suddenly ran up with someone and said to Zheng Yan, "Someone said that after the fire was put out today, they saw Kuang Fan, who was at the front, looking for something in the flower bed downstairs."

Zheng Yan narrowed his eyes: "There's only an exploded cooling spray can in the flower bed. What is he looking for?"

(End of this chapter)