Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 191 The Murderer Tan Jia 10
The murderer's actions were convoluted and seemed to be explainable from any angle, but upon deeper reflection in any direction, contradictions appeared.

They stood in the rain, their headache growing stronger with each passing thought.

Tan Jia looked at the ground in front of him, which had been washed away by the rain and was no longer recognizable as blood-red. The splashed water droplets clung to his shoes and trouser legs, and the chill from the wetness crept up his ankles.

Lin Zhiyue suddenly grabbed her wrist: "It's cold. You need to go back to the car and rest."

Zheng Yan glanced at her and said, "Go back and catch up on your sleep."

Tan Jia didn't refuse. He yawned, turned around, and was about to leave when he turned back after taking only two steps.

"Thinking about the killer's motives is too complex; investigating from a different angle might yield some surprises. If the killer really did develop a network of contacts, we can start investigating from there."

Just like the beginning of the money laundering gang being eradicated, it all started with an investigation into a theft and murder case.

Captain Qiu's reaction was lukewarm: "One of my subordinates killed Wen Jinbing, and so far, the only traces of the murder weapon and the crime scene are yours; another subordinate killed Xiao Qian, and after the rain, most of the traces are useless. It's difficult to investigate."

"There's another downline: the staff at the guesthouse, the person who provided Wen Jinbing with the room key."

She was still bothered by the room key, convinced that someone in the guesthouse was secretly helping Wen Jinbing take revenge, but not because they wanted to help Wen Jinbing, but because they had some kind of deal with the murderer.

Perhaps, the murderer has a handle on him, just like someone forced to collude in a money laundering case.

Zheng Yan nodded, waved to her, and after she had walked away, he said to Captain Qiu, "You still haven't figured out where Wen Jinbing got that room key from that night?"

"No. We've cross-referenced everyone's statements, and they all seem normal."

"Where's the surveillance?"

"There's a problem. The technical team is trying to find the problematic segment and see if they can recover the original version."

"Doesn't that further prove that the people at the guesthouse are up to something? Why are they so stubborn and unwilling to explain? Either they've been brainwashed or they've been given a fatal weakness."

They talked as they walked back, took off their raincoats, and got into the car.

There was no village or shop in sight, and nothing to visit, so they had to move on to another place and look for the murderer's escape route.

As the discussion was in full swing, Zheng Yan started the car, and suddenly someone knocked on the window.

“Team Leader Qiu,” it was Lu Haiyan from Team One who came to deliver the message, “We’ve received a notice from above that we have to recuse ourselves from Xiao Qian’s case, and the case will be handed over to someone else.”

According to regulations, before a recusal decision is made, investigators who need to recuse themselves may not stop investigating the case; however, after a recusal decision is made, they may no longer participate in the investigation of the case.

"That's normal," Captain Qiu sighed, indicating he understood, and rolled up the car window.

The planned visit was no longer necessary. The car, which had been started, remained stationary for a long time. Finally, the driver turned the steering wheel and changed course to go back to the police station.

Halfway there, Captain Qiu said, "This is too fast."

Zheng Yan understood what he meant: "Yes, it's still early morning, so the decision to avoid it has already been made."

Captain Qiu continued, "Just now, Tan Jia said that the murderer's killing of Xiao Qian seemed to be a show specifically for us. If that's true, they didn't kill Xiao Qian for the secrets she discovered. Then what was it for? This is a serious crime on top of a crime... Since when have our lives become bargaining chips for criminals to put on a show?"

"Whatever the outcome of their actions points to their motives," Zheng Yan said in a deep voice. The outcome? What outcome? The higher-ups ordered them to recuse themselves and were to transfer other people to investigate.

A moment later, a cold laugh rang out from inside the car.

"It seems that the killer's method of developing his network of contacts is not through brainwashing, but by having enough incriminating evidence against him."

What do you mean by avoiding it? Someone probably wants to send someone to "settle accounts."

Zheng Yan stepped on the brake and waited at the red light, his tone relatively mild: "You don't know about the money laundering gang we investigated last time. An entertainment industry agent was targeted by money launderers. At first, he was just a transit point for their dirty money. Later, he felt that helping others launder money wasn't enough, and he wanted to go all out. So, he used his celebrities to sleep with him and get a lot of dirt on people. Small fish eat big fish, and he successfully infiltrated the big circle, making dirty money and laundering money at the same time. His downline grew to three digits, involving people from all walks of life, men and women, young and old..."

"I've heard of it, but how did the murderer know so much about so many people's secrets? And how was he able to hold onto them so firmly?"

The light ahead turned green, but Zheng Yan hesitated for about ten seconds before crossing the intersection amidst the honking of horns behind him.

"Yes, how did the murderer get so much dirt on so many people?"

……

The new investigation team arrived quickly.

Tan Jia underwent another round of interrogation. It was clear that the interrogator was a skilled interrogator, who controlled his emotions, voice, and expressions with ease, and even smiled as he talked to her about his dreams.

She didn't have much patience when facing complete strangers. After recounting the entire process of the case, she said she didn't know, wasn't clear, or didn't understand anything else.

I thought it would be the end of the interrogation, but after that, the other party started a second round, and even a third and a fourth, with the same questions...

Tan Jia finally understood why the suspects she had been interrogated in the past had such difficulty controlling their emotions. They would ask the same question over and over again, without pointing out whether it was right or wrong, just repeating the question with a smile on their face.

After answering twice, she lost her temper and looked at them coldly: "Didn't you do a handover or understand the case before you took over? I'm not a suspect, don't try to use this on me."

The other party further explained, "We used this method precisely because we understand the details of the case. We investigated you; you were in a car accident when you first came to Jiujiang, and it was determined that you were very likely to develop psychological problems. Furthermore, there's someone around you with even more severe psychological issues..."

"Please get out while I can still hold back from saying 'get lost'." Tan Jia decisively saw him off, her sharp eyes fixed on him.

They didn't move, turned the notebook to the first page again, and even spoke in a calm voice with a helpless expression on their lips.

"We only..."

"Do you know what your behavior resembles? It's like a man who murders his wife for insurance money, afraid of going to jail if the murder is too obvious, so he chooses to mentally provoke his wife, making her irritable and manic. Once his wife becomes like a psychopath, whether he accidentally kills her or drives her to suicide, no one will see it as the man's fault. I seriously doubt your identities. The police wouldn't do something that sounds like a murderer getting his way, would they?"

She dialed Zheng Yan's number and held out her hand to them, saying, "Please show me your identification. Otherwise, I'll call the police."

The other person's face turned ugly, and he subconsciously tried to raise his hand to stop them. Lin Zhiyue, who had been quiet all along, suddenly kicked the stool they were sitting on, and the two of them fell over and crashed into the small movable table next to them with a clattering sound.

"Get out!"

The three bodyguards at the door immediately came in and forcefully asked them to leave.

Tan Jia watched their indignant backs with a blank expression, and said to Lin Zhiyue, "My brother is wrong. Now is the time when the situation is very dangerous."

(End of this chapter)