Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 192 The Murderer Tan Jia 11
A new investigation team arrived, and the members of Criminal Investigation Teams One and Two handed over all their investigation results and were reassigned to other cases.

The "God's Hand serial murder case" caused by Yan Shulin is not completely over yet; several other cases are waiting to be investigated and filed.

Tan Jia instantly became a suspect in reserve without any support, and his freedom of movement was restricted, with only Lin Zhiyue by his side.

Although she had anticipated it yesterday, her heart sank as her fears came true.

Lin Zhiyue held her hand and whispered that Zheng Yan had sent a message.

"He told you not to be afraid. There should only be one person in the investigation team to 'balance the books,' and the case investigation will proceed according to procedure. Even if they want to determine that you are the murderer, they need to provide concrete evidence. They are currently monitoring the forensic examination and trace evidence procedures to ensure that no one will sabotage the process. Your brother also told you to rest well and not to leave the ward alone."

He relayed a long passage as if he were reciting the hospital's history, so blandly that it made me a little impatient.

Tan Jia leaned against the headboard, glancing at him briefly as she paused to think: "You don't seem very worried about me."

He looked quietly into her eyes: "Because you're not worried about this."

The situation had become so bad, but apart from frowning, she didn't show any signs of tension, fear, or worry.

It's as if this is just a slightly steep obstacle encountered while skateboarding; it's just a matter of sweating a bit more and going around a couple more times, but you can always get around it.

Tan Jia raised an eyebrow.

She wasn't too worried. As long as she could think, and as long as not everyone in the investigation team was a spy, the matter was far from being a dead end and something to panic about.

Lin Zhiyue asked, "What are your plans? What do you need me to do?"

“There is something I need you to do,” she beckoned him closer and said, “Go to the doctor and tell him that the wound on the back of my head is causing me unbearable pain, and that I feel dizzy and nauseous. Ask him to agree to extend my hospital stay for observation.”

Once I leave the hospital, I'll probably have to go to the police station. Being in a place controlled by others is definitely not as safe as being in a ward, protected by three armed police bodyguards.

Therefore, her first priority is to ensure her personal safety.

Secondly, she needs to maintain control during the interrogation and find a way to get the latest information about the investigation from the investigation team, and ideally, find out who the "ghost" in the investigation team is.

After the doctor extended her hospital stay by three days, two more people from the special investigation team arrived quickly to confirm her actual situation and take her statement again.

A middle-aged policewoman with short hair led the way, followed by a man taking notes.

As soon as they came in, they asked the doctor about the test results in person. After the doctor left, instead of asking about the important matters, they tried to get on his good side by saying, "We've heard of you."

Tan Jia, feigning weakness while leaning against the hospital bed, said casually, "I've never heard of you. Isn't the special task force made up of elites from all over the country? The one who came yesterday looked like a high-ranking eunuch from the Qing Dynasty palace, ordered to torture people."

"Officer Liu is a highly skilled interrogator who is often seconded to handle major cases. His specialty is stimulating criminals' emotions to extract more confessions."

"You're quite good at that too, unable to understand human language. I've already said, I'm not a criminal, I'm a victim. In the murder cases you investigate, there aren't many where the murderer is repeatedly investigated as a suspect at the scene, and even after the investigation, they can't be completely certain of their suspicion, but they still insist on arresting and investigating them. Based on your experience, do you really think I'm the murderer?" she asked rhetorically.

The other party produced trace evidence and forensic laboratory test reports, saying, "Subjectively, I don't think so, but we have to look at the evidence when handling a case. The laboratory conducted an experiment on people of similar height and weight to you. When the arrow pierced the victim and caused a similar wound, the splattered blood, after being simulated by immersion in water, matched the distribution of bloodstains on your blood-stained clothes by 80 percent."

"Furthermore, the only traces at the crime scene are those left from your struggle with the victim, the only fingerprints on the murder weapon are yours, and even the faucet used for running water has your fingerprints on it."

Tan Jia retorted, "Don't you find such concentrated and absolute traces strange? Moreover, I conducted a anesthetic gas poisoning test, and with the testimonies of other people in the guesthouse, it's basically certain that a third person premeditatedly attempted to kill and frame someone." "Yes, it's very suspicious. But so far, all the traces at the crime scene point to you, and the testimonies are only from you. There's no one who can discern the truth in your words."

She had anticipated this: "You still think I'm making up lies."

"Isn't this more reasonable than your statement? The deceased Wen Jinbing has nothing to do with you. When he entered the guesthouse, he was probably trying to kill someone else. Whether he was lured or a third person was assisting him, the person who ultimately stabbed him with an arrow and caused his death is most likely you."

"Perhaps you sensed Wen Jinbing's movements beforehand, and in the fight and in self-defense, you accidentally killed him. After his death, you felt scared, and knowing that a third person was involved, you planned to push the whole thing onto the third person, since the murderer wouldn't be short of one more charge anyway."

“The assumption is quite good,” Tan Jia said, kneading a piece of dough in his hand and looking directly into the other person’s eyes. “But if you want to figure out the murderer’s criminal chain and convict me, you also need to figure out the grudge between the deceased and the third person, find out what he caused the chaos at the crime scene, why he did it, and whether what he did directly led to the death of the deceased.”

She kept talking, asking questions like, "Where did the tens of thousands of yuan that the deceased Wen Jinbing had gone? If he spent money to buy information about his enemies, who would be selling the information? Who gave the deceased room key card number 107? Why was the surveillance footage from the night of the incident tampered with? Where did the knife in the deceased's hand go?"

"Once you've figured out all these issues, it won't be too late to interrogate me."

The other party calmly produced several more photos of the scene: "The knife was found in the mattress in room 107. The handle of the knife is covered with the deceased's fingerprints, as well as yours. After examination, it appears that you left these fingerprints when you last picked it up and put it in the mattress."

"Wen Jinbing's money was indeed used on one person, but that person used a virtual account and made cash transactions, so we can't find out who it was."

"Regarding the room key issue, we have identified suspects, and Officer Liu is interrogating those people today."

"The surveillance footage also revealed the problem: someone replaced a section of the video, presumably to obscure the image of a third person entering and exiting room 107. However, this video cannot be recovered."

She actually answered Tan Jia's questions one by one, and finally, as if exchanging items, she placed the remaining stack of photos in front of Tan Jia and said:

"Now it's my turn to ask you. You said you were knocked unconscious right after dodging the victim's knife and didn't fight him, so why is there splattered blood on the bed leg, curtains, and broken reading lamp on the floor of room 107? There are also round drops of blood on the broken glass where the victim fell, indicating that you were leaning over the victim's body to observe him."

"Furthermore, after the deceased was stored in the cryogenic chamber for a day, light bruises appeared on his body, which were the same shape and size as your hand."

Tan Jia picked up the photo and focused on the oval-shaped splattered blood droplets, which are usually sprayed or dripped by a person during an action.

The murderer could use her fingerprints while she was unconscious, but he couldn't possibly fight Wen Jinbing while holding her in his arms, and all that blood...

“The circular droplets of blood in this photo weren’t there before,” Lin Zhiyue suddenly said.

He reached out to the bodyguard for his phone and pulled out photos of the scene that he had taken immediately after the incident.

There really wasn't that drop of blood inside.

Tan Jia turned her phone over to show it to the investigation team, smiling: "I just took these random pictures at the time, I didn't expect they would actually come in handy."

The policewoman opposite him looked serious.

There's a mole in their team.

What exactly happened in this case?

　The next chapter will be released during the day.

　　(End of this chapter)