Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 171 The Hand of God 24
Comforting a child is a very difficult task.

A group of doctors and police officers stood by, trying to coax and persuade the child, but they didn't dare to get close. They half-squatted down and bent over to make a gesture of surrender to show that they were not a threat, but the child kept screaming until his voice was almost hoarse.

There was no other way but to pounce on him, snatch the knife, and administer a sedative.

Finally, the screaming stopped. Tan Jia lowered her hands from her ears and, along with the others, let out a sigh of relief.

The sharp voice still lingered in her head. She patted her ears and saw the forensic doctor coming over to report the news to Zheng Yan, reminding him, "Speak louder, Uncle Li."

Old Li: "...So young and already hard of hearing."

Then the next sentence was spoken at a higher volume: "Preliminary examination shows that both of them died from excessive blood loss! The male victim had a large bump on his head, indicating that he had hit his head on the bathtub and was unable to get up. Then the child stabbed him twice from behind, cutting his major artery."

"The female victim died later. She had a struggle with her two children in the kitchen, then was pushed to the ground, stabbed in the stomach, and hit the back of her head on the edge of the countertop. This was the fatal wound. No fifth person was found at the scene."

The doctor who examined the two children earlier came over and said, "They must have been chasing and fighting. The children have many bruises and are covered in blood as they dodged in several places. Judging from their condition just now, the two children have likely been abused for a long time and have developed mental problems."

Zheng Yan nodded heavily to indicate that he understood. After thinking for a moment, he asked Tan Ming to bring over the neighbor who had called the police.

"Are you familiar with this family? Have you ever witnessed them abusing their children?"

The neighbor nodded hesitantly: "I haven't seen how they abused the children, but I know they're not good to them. The two children have always been pale and look sick. In the past year, I've seen the children having seizures and screaming several times. Each time, they refused to help and looked terrible as they tried to drag the children home. It seems like they only feel ashamed and don't think it's abnormal."

"Okay, we understand. When did you hear the noise? What was the situation inside when you called the police?"

The neighbor told the truth honestly, just like when Tan Ming asked him before, but he hesitated for a few seconds and added, "Actually, the soundproofing in this house is not bad. The reason I could notice their shouting is because this family had never made any loud noises before. We both have children, and my child cries often, but their family has never made any crying."

The reason there was no crying was all because of that horrible box.

Zheng Yan moved aside a little so he could see the box: "Have you seen this box before? Do you know when they moved it in?"

"The box?" The neighbor shook his head cautiously. "Their family is rather... arrogant. They never greet each other when we meet. I've never been to their house, nor have I seen this box. I've definitely not seen it in the past year, nor have I seen them carrying large packages home."

That means they started abusing the children in the boxes at least a year ago.

Tan Jia took out the medical record printed at the clinic and looked at it. The twins first visited the clinic more than two months ago, and have been treated four times so far, averaging once every two weeks. The timing is not fixed, and twice they even went to the clinic without an appointment.

Every aspect of their behavior reveals their incompetence as parents.

After looking at it, she raised her hand and stared at the miniature Skinner box in her palm for a few seconds. Then she closed her fingers and pinched it into a lump of dough that was not recognizable.

Zheng Yan was asking the police to contact the parents and relatives of the two deceased, and then she called her along, intending to go back to the police station.

"We'll have to ask Kuang Fan about the twins. Why did this happen today of all days? Something unusual must have happened, and it's very likely that Kuang Fan orchestrated it."

Tan Jia nodded and followed them back to the police station.

Kuang Fan, handcuffed, hung his head, seemingly lost in thought. Upon hearing he was to be interrogated again, he smiled at Zheng Yan and the others. "Any other questions?"

"Remember those twin boys?" Zheng Yan pulled out a blood-stained photo and pushed it at him. "Another murder has occurred. You're not just carrying Li Xin's life anymore."

Kuang Fan's expression changed: "What does this have to do with me? I just took advantage of their parents' power to transfer the abuse they suffered at home to the public. Didn't you see what happened on the escalator that day? I publicly scolded their parents, which can be considered helping them. Their death has nothing to do with me. You should investigate that couple."

The phrase "just" is said lightly, but it infuriates the listener.

Zheng Yan took two deep breaths before saying, "Even if you didn't design it on purpose, it's still related to you. You've manipulated them psychologically several times, and the tragedy happened after they returned from your clinic. Do you really believe that it has nothing to do with you? Aren't you proud of manipulating people's minds? This is the result of your manipulation, and you must take responsibility for it."

Kuang Fan moved the corners of his mouth, seemingly wanting to refute, but Zheng Yan then showed another photo and pointed vigorously at the box in the photo.

"Do you recognize this box? Is it the one you had the Jiang family use to 'treat' the twins?"

"The box?" Kuang Fan took the photo and looked at it carefully, then looked like he suddenly realized, "Oh, it's this box."

It seems like they know.

But when he put down the photo, he said, "It has nothing to do with me. I am a licensed doctor, and I would never use something like this as a treatment. This is what the Jiang family parents used themselves. I don't know whose advice they took, but after using it for a long time, the two children developed problems, and that's when they brought it to me."

Is it something that's been in use for a long time?

"Were they still using this box when they were receiving treatment here?"

Kuang Fan: "I said we couldn't use it anymore, but I don't know if they did."

Tan Jia watched from outside, stroking his chin in thought.

Xiao Chen whispered, "What he said is true. We found yesterday's recording in the surveillance footage of the psychological clinic, the kind with audio. The twins were supposed to have another treatment, but Kuang Fan happened to be taken away by us. Their parents think that the children haven't been cured because Kuang Fan is a fake doctor, so they plan to do the opposite and try to use the 'box' again to make the children obey."

“Reusing it…” Tan Jia murmured the sentence, “So after more than two months of not using the box, when it was used again, it was met with strong resistance from the twins. In extreme fear, the matter eventually turned into a murder case.”

In the interrogation room, Zheng Yan, who had not yet received any new clues, had already guessed the truth pretty accurately.

He asked one last question: "Did the Chiang family tell you how long they used that box?"

Kuang Fan casually replied, "They said it's been almost three years, three years ago..."

He suddenly froze.

Three years ago, three years ago, a very familiar timeline.

"...It was that box that someone recommended to them."

Who is it?
　The mastermind behind this case is about to be found; there are only a few chapters left.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)