Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 184 The Murderer Tan Jia 3
"No third person?"

Upon hearing this news, Tan Jia frowned deeply and remained stunned for a long while.

But in the end, she still believed in her judgment: "Impossible, there must have been a third person at the scene. I didn't kill anyone, and there wasn't even much fighting. I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up, I found that the victim was already dead. If there wasn't a third person, who killed him? Unless the victim committed suicide, but suicide would create the situation of murder, there must be something fishy going on in between."

These analyses are all reasonable, but from other people's perspectives, she is the most suspicious.

The team leader, a somewhat menacing bald man, stared intently at her with sharp eyes: "Whether you committed murder or not is still under investigation. Based on the current investigation results, you are highly suspicious. Even if it wasn't murder, it still constitutes excessive self-defense."

She then had someone bring her a stack of photos of the deceased and said, "The deceased had several wounds on his body, and the fatal wounds were all aimed at his heart and lungs. It seems that the murderer stabbed him once during the fight, and then stabbed him several more times until a large amount of blood gushed out. The deceased struggled in pain and spat out blood and foam. From this, we can infer that the murderer was in a panic at the time and did not plan to kill him with one blow. Rather, some kind of accident occurred, and a struggle broke out first."

"Looking at the shape and force of the wound, it matches your height and strength. I heard that you shot the murderer's wrist from 20 or 30 meters away in the case of the celebrity's suitcase body dumping? And you have blood on you. Although it has been wet and the shape of the blood splatter cannot be seen, just looking at the location, it does match the posture when the victim's heart was stabbed."

It means that all the clues point to her, and they all suspect that she is the murderer.

Tan Jia met his gaze directly: "But I have no motive. I don't know the deceased, and I have no reason to kill him."

“Excessive self-defense is even less likely. Even if the deceased was the one who broke in to kill me, even if you don’t believe I was knocked unconscious at the time, even if I had a fierce fight with him, he was holding a knife at the time, and I should have been the one who was more seriously injured. But I don’t have any fight wounds on my body. Do you think I could stab the deceased at will during the fight and the deceased would obediently let me kill him without any struggle?”

"A knife? There was no knife at the scene," the bald man said, squinting.

Tan Jia was taken aback, looked at Zheng Yan and the others, and as expected received a shake of the head in response.

No knife found? When she was led out of the room, she glanced at the deceased and it seemed... she didn't find a knife in his hand.

Where did the knife go? Is it still somewhere in the room that hasn't been found yet, or was it taken away?

She remained silent for a few seconds, but Lin Zhiyue, who was standing next to her, couldn't stand being questioned anymore. He knocked the stack of photos to the ground and stared at them with a cold gaze, saying, "How many more times do you want her to repeat herself? If the knife isn't there, go and investigate. That's your business."

His brows furrowed, and when he stared at people, he appeared gloomy and dangerous.

The bald captain of the team frowned at the two of them, then turned his next question to him: "To clear our names, we need her cooperation. But you, living next door, didn't you hear anything last night?"

Tan Jia grasped Lin Zhiyue's hand and answered first, "No. Captain, your tone of inquiry is very unpleasant. I am the victim. You think I am a suspect in murder, so it's fine to interrogate me seriously. But he was an innocent bystander. When you interview the public, is this the kind of questioning tone you use, implying that the victim is guilty and the bystander is guilty on top of that?"

"If you really want to convict me, then investigate the deceased's identity and what my relationship is, check who broke into my room in the surveillance video, why they broke in and why they wanted to kill me, and whether the guesthouse staff were involved in the incident."

"If you think I'm lying, then provide more evidence to prove it. Of course, I maintain that I didn't kill anyone, nor did I stage the incident after accidentally killing someone in self-defense." Her appearance and tone were very aggressive, and she met everyone's gaze head-on without showing any fear or weakness.

Zheng Yan stepped in at the opportune moment to smooth things over, his tone light and casual: "Young people just don't know how to speak properly, Captain Qiu, please bear with us. Our team has many elites, and they will definitely do their best in investigating the case and won't wrong anyone. If you want to cooperate, I will definitely make sure she cooperates well."

Bald Captain Qiu snorted coldly and rolled his eyes at him: "Do you need to tell me?"

Then he simply pulled Zheng Yan to the other side, sneering as they walked: "This is your good helper. There's a wolf eyeing me like a hawk. If I ask a few more questions, it'll pounce on me and bite off a piece of my flesh."

"Young people on a date often encounter things like this when they're out having fun, so please bear with it." Zheng Yan said this, but in his heart he was cursing Lin Zhiyue. His dream specialist, Green Wolf, couldn't be allowed to get into trouble.

"Just tell me straight, what are you thinking? Although the current clues are not favorable to her, I'm certain she didn't kill anyone, and I believe her third-party account. It's normal that you don't know her and don't believe her, but what exactly do you want to ask? Playing it safe has made her directly confront you. Just say what you have to say."

Once they were in a corner, Bald Captain Qiu glanced at the girl who was still staring intently at him and asked in a low voice, "Do you think it's possible that she had too many nightmares about possessing the killer and committing murders, causing a problem with her cognition, making her think she killed someone unconsciously but believed it was a dream?"

Zheng Yan's eyes widened: "Are you kidding me? Impossible! Does she look like she has mental problems? It's obvious that someone killed someone and framed her."

"That's your opinion as someone you know well. From a stranger's perspective, there's a possibility that something went wrong with her. Who else would know about their activities here? You have a suspect, but did that person know their itinerary, her room, and that she was sleeping alone? And did they follow someone into the room without entering through the front door or breaking a window, but instead of killing her, they killed someone else to frame her, and then suddenly vanished? Do you think it's highly likely that every single one of these scenarios applies?"

Zheng Yan paused for a moment, but still retorted, "She couldn't possibly not distinguish between dreams and reality. Besides, the wound on her head looks very real; someone must have knocked her unconscious. Even if she woke up midway and got into another fight, she couldn't possibly not have other wounds on her body. And the water—the murderer wanted everyone to discover the crime scene. If she really killed someone in self-defense, there would be no need for her to do that."

"She worked with you on many cases. The water dissolved a lot of crucial evidence."

"You suspect she used learned techniques to destroy evidence? Go ask her directly. I can guess what she'll say: 'If I were the murderer, I would choose arson.' We've been investigating arson cases lately!"

The two argued for a long time, but neither could convince the other.

Tan Jia watched from afar, lowered his eyes to rest for a while, and then suddenly asked Lin Zhiyue.

"Did you really not hear anything last night?"

Before Lin Zhiyue could show a surprised and apologetic expression, she continued, "It's not that I blame you, I just find it strange. It seems like no one heard the noise, not even me. If I hadn't dreamt about the scene, I wouldn't have been able to escape at all. Was everyone sleeping so soundly?"

(End of this chapter)