Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 189 The Murderer Tan Jia 8
Tan Jia is not yet aware of the investigation results regarding the deceased.

She first received a second questioning from the Criminal Investigation Team One.

"Regarding your question about anesthetic gas, we interviewed all the guests at the guesthouse and confirmed that the fresh air system was on that night, and some people vaguely remembered a sweet smell in the room. I heard you had related tests done?"

The policewoman arrived, accompanied by a young man; one was responsible for asking questions, and the other for taking notes.

Tan Jia agreed to cooperate and nodded, saying, "I know you think it's fake that I was knocked down and then unconscious for several hours. Actually, I also think it's a bit strange that I was unconscious for so long and didn't wake up even after being moved around. So I suspect that the murderer made me smell more anesthetic gas. Maybe the deceased was too. Otherwise, if the murderer encountered resistance from the deceased when he killed him, he would definitely have left traces."

"Yes, that makes sense. The autopsy didn't find any biological evidence left by the killer."

There was no hair that fell during the fight, nor any skin flakes from the deceased's struggles and frantic scratching. The only clue that a fight had occurred was the messy scene.

It's clearly an intentionally created artificial mess.

The policewoman added, "The forensic pathologist is currently conducting toxicological tests on the deceased to see if they can detect any history of inhaling an excessive amount of sevoflurane."

Tan Jia nodded, waiting for their next words.

“But,” they did have bad news for her, “the guesthouse’s security footage showed that from the day before the incident until the police cordoned off the scene after the incident, no third person entered or left room 107.”

She frowned.

Based on her previous speculation, the murderer may have hidden in 107 during the day, so it is normal that there was no evidence of anyone else entering 107 to commit the crime in the video that night, apart from the deceased.

But after the murderer kills someone and creates the scene, they have to leave, which means they will definitely appear in subsequent surveillance footage.

But it wasn't shown in the surveillance footage...

"Have you checked the witnesses who entered 107 at the time? Is it possible that the murderer was hiding in my room all along, and after everyone went in and discovered the body, he took advantage of the chaos to blend into the crowd and leave openly?"

"According to you, the real culprit lives on the first floor of the guesthouse, right among the people we questioned? That's highly unlikely, but I'll carefully compare the number and identities of the two groups of people who entered 107 yesterday morning."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work," Tan Jia handed over two peaches and asked about the latest news, "Is there any progress on the room key issue? Actually, besides the one you just mentioned, I have another guess."

“I suspect there’s something wrong with the surveillance footage. If the guesthouse staff did intentionally or unintentionally provide the deceased with a room key to enter room 107, it’s hard to say whether they might have tampered with things in other ways as well. Given the deceased’s social connections, it’s unlikely that he could have persuaded anyone to help him, so it’s highly probable that he was misled, with someone secretly making things convenient for him. The room key was one convenience, and the surveillance footage was a second one.”

The policewoman was surprised for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "I'll have the technical team check it out."

That concluded their conversation. They packed up their notebooks and prepared to leave.

However, they didn't leave immediately. They looked at Tan Jia and said with a smile, "We've heard that the Second Team has a magical outside helper who often responds to calls in the middle of the night and solves cases faster and faster. Especially the case of the serial child murders in the plantation, that was really impressive."

The survivors of the child murder case are still alive.

Tan Jia turned her head to look at the person next to her. Lin Zhiyue's originally calm expression became a little emotional when she looked over. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips and held her hand, as if drawing a sense of security from her.

She squeezed Lin Zhiyue's hand and smiled at the team: "Most of the credit goes to Captain Zheng and the others."

Speaking of Captain Zheng, he arrived. They were back to discuss the Wenwu murder case with the first team. The first team was still the main force in the investigation, and the second team needed to recuse themselves until Tan Jia was cleared of suspicion.

“We checked the bank cards and deposits under Wenwu and Wen Jinbing’s names, but the tens of thousands of yuan in compensation plus the several thousand yuan in wages were nowhere to be found. It must have been spent by Wen Jinbing.”

"Used to gather information and bribe the people at the guesthouse?" Tan Jia immediately guessed.

Zheng Yan looked at her with the same kind of intelligence I have for my soldiers: "That's what we think too. If he wants to know who his enemy is, where he is, and what he looks like, he'll have to ask around everywhere, and he might not even be able to find out. If someone can help him get this information, or even help him get through to other connections so that he can get revenge in one go, he won't be stingy with money."

Xiao Chen: "Tell me, is this person targeting you or the Wen family? If it's targeting you, then was Wenwu's death something he orchestrated? If so, isn't he just like Yan Shulin? He orchestrated Wenwu's death to lure Wen Jinbing into revenge and then shift the blame onto you."

"If it's targeting the Wen family, what could they possibly want that's worth sacrificing two lives for? Why go through all this trouble to pin the crime on you? If they dared to kill Wenwu in the street, wouldn't killing Wen Jinbing be easy for them too? Why go through all this roundabout stuff?"

A phrase popped into Tan Jia's mind: "Make the most of everything."

Only after she said it did she realize that this word was exactly the ideology of the "righteous army" in the money laundering case.
"The money laundering gang implicated in the previous theft and stabbing case claimed to be a righteous force, believing they were exploiting only the most deserving of death. They thought that squeezing every last drop of value out of these people before putting them on trial was actually doing a good deed. If the real culprit in this case is a fugitive from this 'righteous force,' then in their eyes, who—me or Wen Jinbing—is the one who deserves to die and is meant to be used to the fullest extent?"

“If it were me, it would mean that his ultimate target is the Wen family, and something very serious must have happened, so serious that he doesn’t even care about teaching me, this ‘unjust army,’ a lesson.”

"If it's Wen Jinbing, then it means the Wen family must have another secret. For example, Wen Jinbing might actually be a villain who has done all sorts of bad things. Using his death to frame me is just right."

Zheng Yan: "It seems the money laundering case needs to be reviewed again. Sigh, why isn't Wu Yang here?"

One team said, "You're investigating the suspect's identity, so we'll investigate the surveillance footage, the sale of information, and the Wen family's secrets."

As more and more clues emerged, suspicion gradually fell on a third person.

Before leaving, Tan Ming comforted her, "Just get some rest. You should be cleared of suspicion by tomorrow."

Tan Jia nodded.

But that night, while she and Lin Zhiyue were sleeping soundly on the same hospital bed, she was suddenly pulled into a dream.

She opened her eyes, but the fine, dense rain obscured her vision. Amidst the pattering rain, she caught up with the staggering person in front of her, and with a fierce swing of her hand, she smashed the object in her hand heavily on the other person's head.

Almost instantly, blood splattered, and the person fell to the ground, convulsing as he tried to get up, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. He could only try to open his eyes wide in the overwhelming drizzle.

She walked around to the man, kicked him, squatted down and searched him. A few minutes later, she disappeared into the rain with some photos in her hand.

Only the person who died in the rain, eyes wide open, watched the little thing that had rolled away without them noticing, getting farther and farther away...

The small black thing was picked up from the puddle by a pair of hands.

Tan Jia stood up. Above him, the rain pattered against the umbrella. In his ears were the sounds of sirens, ambulances, and the cacophony of many police officers talking loudly in the rain.

A large open area was cordoned off, where a corpse lay. The pale face looked somewhat familiar; it was someone I had just seen that afternoon.

(End of this chapter)