Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 182 The Murderer Tan Jia 1
Tan Jia was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door.

The headache is still there, and even the slightest movement causes a sharp pain. I also feel dizzy when I open my eyes.

After repeatedly opening and closing my eyes several times, I finally felt a little better and realized that I was lying on the floor with the bathroom water gushing out and the carpet beneath me completely soaked.

She propped herself up a little, water dripping from her hair, her wet clothes clinging to her body, making her feel a bit cold.

Before I could even look around and recall what had happened, the people knocking on the door couldn't wait any longer. The door card beeped, and a group of people rushed in.

Lin Zhiyue, who was at the front, spotted her immediately, strode over, rushed to her, knelt on the carpet, grabbed her shoulders, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Tan Jia opened her mouth to speak, but her cold, white fingers touched his arm and she found a trickle of blood flowing down.

She froze, looked down at herself, and discovered that the dampness on her skin came not only from water, but also from a large pool of blood.

Perhaps to verify her guess, the guesthouse staff who followed her in suddenly screamed loudly.

"Someone's dead! Someone's dead! Call the police!"

……

The water from the tap was stopped, but the flooded room could not be treated for the time being.

The wailing of police sirens grew louder as two police cars led the way, guiding the ambulance into the area. Several doctors carrying first-aid kits rushed to the scene to help, while police officers who got out of their vehicles took over the operation and cordoned off the entire guesthouse.

Tan Jia sat on the sofa in the hall, calmly observing everything.

"It's alright, I've contacted the criminal investigation team, they'll be here soon." Lin Zhiyue hugged her tightly like a vine, whispering in her ear.

She hummed in agreement and leaned on his shoulder.

She had changed her clothes and was wearing Lin Zhiyue's T-shirt. Her hair was dried, and the wound from being hit had been bandaged up—Lin Zhiyue's luggage contained everything.

She kept all the clothes she had changed out of as evidence, and took more than a dozen photos of the original state of her wounds, hoping they would be useful when Captain Zheng and his team arrived and clear her name.

After having murder dreams for so long, this time he's actually become a murderer.

Last night, someone broke into her room and tried to kill her. When she was knocked unconscious, she thought that the outcome would be either death or being captured and tortured. But when she woke up, she found that someone else had died, and she had gone from being the victim to the murderer.

Moreover, she wasn't even sure if the deceased was the same person from last night.

What exactly is going on?

She kept kneading the dough figurines in her hands, trying to calm herself down. Her mind raced, and she even asked Lin Zhiyue, "I asked you to take pictures of the room, did you take them?"

"I took the picture." But Lin Zhiyue didn't take the picture; he was only focused on stopping everyone from getting close to Tan Jia.

He looked at the bodyguard and received an affirmative answer: "More than twenty photos were taken, from every angle. Even if someone wanted to tamper with them, we have original evidence, including the time the photos were taken."

Yes, they tampered with things. When Tan Jia was changing clothes, she briefly told them what happened. The first thing she suspected was how the person who entered her room last night got in.
The bodyguards checked and found no damage to the doors and windows, indicating that the person had entered normally from the outside. However, all the doors here have deadbolt mechanisms; besides the room key cards, only the master key card at the front desk can be used to open the doors.

Were the staff at the guesthouse involved in this?

Was she implicated in someone else's case, or was this case specifically set up for her?
She went over the situation in her mind again, and looking at the police officers walking towards her, she put her arm around Lin Zhiyue's neck and whispered quickly, "Keep a close eye on the people and things here. If they're after me, there will definitely be more clues that could harm me. If I'm taken away, go find Captain Zheng and tell him what I said, as well as those photos."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the police officer in charge of the questioning walked up to him, his gaze sweeping over the young man's assertive protective behavior.

"You're the guest staying in room 107? Tan Jia, right?"

"Yes." She nodded in agreement.

"The person found in 107 has been confirmed dead. Do you know who he is?"

"I don't know, I don't recognize him."

"At least you know how he died? He died in your room, and I heard that when you opened the door, you were covered in blood."

Tan Jia paused for a moment, then looked directly into the police officer's eyes: "You may not believe it, but I really don't know how he died. Last night, someone broke into my room and tried to kill me. They knocked me unconscious. I was still in bed before I passed out, but when I woke up this morning, I was lying on the floor, and a strange man's body inexplicably appeared in my room. That's all the information I have."

"Someone broke into your room? Was it this dead person?"

"I'm not sure. It was too dark in the room last night, and I didn't see his face at all."

"You said someone tried to kill you, and you were knocked unconscious, but you're fine, while another person, who may or may not be the killer, died. Do you think that makes sense?"

"So what if we can't make sense of it?" Lin Zhiyue suddenly spoke up, staring straight at him, her tone cold. "We've said all we can say. The rest is up to you to investigate. It's not only the dead who are victims. If you don't know how to ask questions, you can find a professional."

The police officer was taken aback. He glanced at the two bodyguards standing beside him, put away his notebook, turned around and walked to the entrance of the guesthouse, where he directed two other men to keep an eye on them.

Lin Zhiyue lowered his head and hugged the person even tighter: "I'll call your brother again."

Tan Jia squeezed his hand: "It's okay, it will take them some time to get here. And we can't just wait for others to help us. No matter who interrogates me, I need to be able to prove my innocence. Tell me again about the time someone knocked on the door this morning."

"Yes. The housekeeping staff passed by and said they saw water coming out of your room, so they tried to knock on the door to ask you to turn off the tap, but there was no sound from inside, so they started knocking instead. I came out to check and called you, but you didn't answer. I was worried something had happened to you, so I asked the front desk for your room key to open the door."

"Has the water really reached the doorway?"

"Yes, you can see a small puddle of water flowing out along the corridor."

“Someone turned on the tap, trying to draw attention to what was happening in the room…” she said slowly. “Regardless of who died, there must have been a third person in the room at the time.”

It couldn't be that someone broke in and deliberately pretended to kill her, but their real purpose was to kill themselves and then use their own death to frame her, right? Only a fool would do something like that.

It's highly likely that someone committed this crime to get rid of her, but it's unknown whether the deceased knew the real killer or whether they conspired together.

Lost in thought, she was suddenly startled by the sound of emergency brakes coming from the doorway, and Tan Ming's voice rang out as they hurried in.

"Jiajia!"

Tan Jia stood up from Lin Zhiyue's arms: "Brother."

Then he looked to the other side: "Captain Zheng, this is a bit troublesome. I feel like the person who sent me the postcard before is getting revenge on me."

(End of this chapter)