Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 187 The Murderer Tan Jia 6
The doctor rushed back to do the tests, and Tan Ming also returned to the scene of the crime to investigate the guesthouse's ventilation system.

There were only two people left in the ward.

Tan Jia ate a bite of the fruit Lin Zhiyue fed him, his mind processing the useful clues he currently possessed—

The fresh air system and the anesthetic gas, once investigated, will confirm that last night's incident was a premeditated crime, and that person was definitely not her.

The reconstruction of the crime scene can determine how the person who killed the victim used the murder weapon and how they left fingerprints. If the deduced murderer's characteristics differ from hers, it can be concluded that she is not the murderer.

There are also bloodstains on her clothes and marks on her body. Although the bloodstains on her clothes look like they were left during the murder, there are definitely differences between the marks left by the real and fake murderers. It's not that they can't be found out.

And by finding out the source of the room key, and then tracing back to who provided the room key and why they did it, we might be able to identify the real murderer.

But there's a big question that needs to be answered first: Who was the deceased? And why did they want to kill her?
By evening, the question had been answered.

When Zheng Yan visited her at the hospital, he solemnly recounted the latest news regarding the deceased's identity: "We've found out who he is. Wen Jinbing, fifty years old, was a bricklayer in the odd-job market. His home was in the poorest remote mountain valley, 300 kilometers away. He had been doing odd jobs for the past few years, usually staying in the odd-job market. This summer, he had been sleeping on the floor, waiting for someone to come and hire him to work."

Tan Jia paused for two seconds, then asked, "I don't think I've ever had any contact with him. Did he come looking for someone else and just went to the wrong room?"

"Maybe. Do you know how they found out his identity? Through DNA testing, they matched him with people whose DNA was stored in the system and discovered that he was the father of someone who died six months ago. His son, Wenwu, was beaten to death in the street six months ago, and the murderer has never been found."

She understood: "So, he came here to seek revenge on the murderer who killed his son? Maybe that person is in the guesthouse, or maybe he isn't. He was misled and came to my room."

Zheng Yan nodded: "That should be it. You said you dreamed that he was emotionally agitated, mostly filled with hatred, and acted decisively. He was probably determined to stab the murderer to death, so he didn't try to hide anything."

“Then it’s impossible for him to have planned things like anesthetic gas in advance. Given his level of education, he probably wouldn’t have thought of using this method. There must have been a third person present,” Tan Jia emphasized again.

"That person knew about the Wen family, and even the death of the deceased's son was very likely caused by him. The deceased was carrying a knife, but that person gave up using the knife and insisted on killing the deceased with an arrow covered in my fingerprints, in order to create the illusion that I fought with the deceased and that my counterattack caused the death. He really wanted me to be identified as the murderer."

If this person is the same one who sent her the postcard back then...

She recalled the phrase written on the postcard—"We are both on the side of justice"—which implied that "we are like-minded comrades." But now it seemed that the other side might have already labeled her as part of the "unjust army" and was going to punish her.

Zheng Yan also recalled the postcard and the case of the "righteous army" laundering money.

“I’ll go and investigate that money laundering gang again to see if there are any survivors. I remember you mentioned before that there were some strange points in that case.”

After mentioning so much case information, he glanced at Lin Zhiyue beside him and warned in a tone, "Tan Jia is a temporary worker for our police force, don't get any ideas."

Lin Zhiyue looked at him coldly: "I know. A divine intervention."

"...You still remember? You should just forget what you shouldn't remember."

He didn't approve of the idea of ​​dating and went home to talk at length with his daughter, Shiyan, about how the two were not a good match. But the little girl had a different focus and said that the cool girl and the effeminate autistic girl were a good match.

What on earth is all this?!
He was judging with his eyes, but Lin Zhiyue completely ignored him and continued to hold Tan Jia's fingers and squeeze them. Judging from his eyes, he looked like a pervert who might secretly kiss someone's hand at any moment.

Zheng Yan could hardly bear to look, and his attention returned to Tan Jia, where he found her frowning in deep thought.

"What's wrong? Did you think of something?"

“Something’s strange. If the murderer really is the person who sent the postcard, I thought he would have planned it more meticulously. But now we’ve found several clues that could clear me of suspicion. Is that all he’s capable of?” Or is there something else going on?

Zheng Yan thought for a moment: "If there's going to be a bombshell, it'll probably be the deceased's son, Wenwu. There's probably more to the story behind his murder."

The investigation into the deceased Wen Jinbing and his son Wenwu is still ongoing, and it remains to be seen what significant things they will uncover.

Zheng Yan was about to leave when he remembered something else: "You said the deceased was holding a knife when he broke into the room, but we haven't found the knife yet. The technical team tried to check his phone, but they couldn't find it either. We can only get more information by finding someone he knows."

If the murderer took the knife and the phone, it means those two items contain crucial clues. What could they be?

Tan Jia began to ponder again.

The meticulous reasoning excited her, but this excitement was different from her previous investigations.

Because her head still felt a little throbbing.

night.

The police didn't send any more information. She lay on the hospital bed for a long time, feeling uncomfortable all over, so she simply sat up and started making dough figurines.

The strange man lying on the ground had short hair, wore a cheap leather jacket, and trousers stained with cement. There was an arrow stuck in his chest, and his hand was clenched. The knife was gone.

It was quite difficult to sculpt, but fortunately, Lin Zhiyue was there to help with color matching and recall the deceased's posture and condition.

She still had time to talk to him: "You've been guarding me all day, you can go find a place to sleep. Didn't you have one of your bodyguards standing guard outside the door?"

"Do you want to sleep? I'll hold you." Lin Zhiyue looked up.

Tan Jia paused for a moment, then said, "No need."

"I need it. I promised to stay by your side."

She raised an eyebrow: "How will you protect me? By holding me while you sleep every day?"

To everyone's surprise, Lin Zhiyue retorted, "Is it not allowed? The hospital room isn't safe. Someone was spying on you before. Your home isn't safe either. I'll enlarge your bedroom and decorate it to your liking, so you can move in, or I can move to your place."

"..." You're serious, Ah Zhen?

But she didn't feel any resistance. She recalled her earlier thought of comparing him to an isolated island. Perhaps the way an isolated island expresses love and cherishment is by firmly anchoring itself to passing ships.

"We'll see, it depends on my mood." As she spoke, she casually shaped the clay model of the deceased's arm into a raised position.

They thought they would have to wait in the ward all night, but before they could even finish making the dough figurine, Tan Ming called in a hurry, saying that he had found the deceased's phone.

The deceased sold the body to a middleman.

(End of this chapter)