Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 196 The Murderer Tan Jia 15
Who took Tan Jia away?
The criminal investigation team couldn't sit still any longer. Zheng Yan put down the documents in his hand and rushed straight to the investigation team.

"Where did you take Tan Jia?"

They've just found Zhou Qi'an, and haven't even investigated him yet. Are the higher-ups already impatient to coerce and entice Tan Jia into confessing?

Doesn't this just prove that Zhou Qi'an is very suspicious?
To everyone's surprise, the investigation team members also looked very serious: "We didn't take her away, and we didn't send anyone to the hospital to look for her today."

"But the people who came were the same ones you brought that day!" Lin Zhiyue barged into the police station office and immediately continued, "He said the case had been upgraded and demanded our cooperation with the national security investigation, and forcibly took the people away!"

His face was gloomy and ugly, and he seemed to have an urge to find the person and strangle them.

Zheng Yan blocked his way, staring intently at the investigation team.

"Impossible!" The investigation team leader initially denied it, but his gaze had already turned to the people behind him, clearly knowing that there was a mole in his team who might actually do such a thing.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that someone was indeed missing.

"Where is Tan Qiyuan? Where is he?!"

The middle-aged policewoman Wang Zhi had previously taken to the hospital to interrogate Tan Jia; it was Tan Qiyuan. Now that he was gone, she understood perfectly well what she was talking about. She frowned and said, "He was supposed to be checking the tire tracks."

He immediately pulled out his phone: "I'll call him."

Tan Qiyuan is not a spy for a criminal organization; at most, he is just doing his job according to the orders of a superior. Therefore, he will not give up his identity as a police officer, nor will he completely offend his high-ranking colleagues. So, contacting him now is still useful.

Unfortunately, Tan Qiyuan did not answer the phone; the automated text message read, "Busy, will call back in two hours."

Lin Zhiyue: "Check his location."

"The police's decision..."

"He's harming people! Is he even a policeman?!" Lin Zhiyue kicked over a filing cabinet in the office, scattering countless documents all over the floor. "Make him hand over the person! I want the person!"

Zheng Yan had never seen him have an episode before. Seeing his contorted face and trembling hands, he quickly grabbed him and said, "Calm down! Tan Jia is smart; he won't just sit here and wait to die!"

"Does the victim stop being a victim just because she escaped? The murderer dared to use anesthetic gas, and he could do anything to someone who's unconscious. In just one minute, she might already be slashed or beaten!" His words were somewhat incoherent, with the subject changing frequently, indicating that he was somewhat mentally disturbed.

Tan Ming simply pressed down on his shoulder: "Tell me about what happened in detail. You're right, her condition is very bad, we need to find her as soon as possible."

Lin Zhiyue recounted the whole story of Tan Jia being taken away. At the time, they didn't realize anything was wrong. Tan Jia even turned back to him at the door and said it was okay, she would be back soon. No matter how bad things got, it couldn't be worse than when he went missing eleven years ago and searched the world for months without any news.

and many more.

...Tan Jia rarely talks about what happened eleven years ago. She is actually very perceptive and knows that this is his scar, so she won't bring it up.

What did she mean by saying that?
After he went missing, there was no news for several months. His parents searched for him all over the world, and missing person notices were posted everywhere. The story of the fake murderer making extortion calls was even reported.

Lin Zhiyue suddenly fell silent.

His silence was almost abrupt and withdrawn; his eyes were fixed on the investigation team, which looked quite unsettling.

After a while, he calmly said, "They're in such a hurry, they must know what we've found out. The murderer is Zhou Qi'an."

Just as the investigation team was about to speak, he added, "Zhou Qi'an's camera might be installed right here. You can start investigating the misuse of cameras throughout the city." With that, he glanced down at the documents scattered at his feet, stomped them with the sole of his shoe, and turned to leave with a cold expression.

Zheng Yan could tell that he had definitely thought of something Tan Jia said or did, and knew what he had to do now.

It seems the little green wolf is indeed very clever; it must be trying to save itself now.

“The outsiders are gone, and those left are all old colleagues from the industry,” Zheng Yan said. “Stop hiding things and tell us who Tan Qiyuan’s superior is. A promotion and a raise are good things, but since you’ve become a police officer who rescued people, you can’t go against your conscience and do things that harm people, right? There’s no need to say more. We only want to save Tan Jia. You all know very well that she is innocent and has been helping our criminal investigation team. She has made great contributions. Someone like her absolutely cannot be harmed.”

The fact that the members of the investigation team were selected to form a special task force meant that they were all elites from various regions. They didn't think for long before the temporary team leader said, "Let's check the surveillance footage first, and we'll talk about it as we go."

He was about to call his superior when, unexpectedly, his superior called first.

When the call was answered, the person immediately asked about the progress of the investigation into the deaths of Wen Jinbing and Xiao Qian, saying that the higher-ups were urging them to expedite the process.

"Especially regarding the small amount of money involved, the murder of a police officer is a very serious matter. We assigned you to handle this case so that you could bring the murderer to justice quickly and decisively. The entire public security system is watching our results. I heard you've already detected the murderer's blood? I'll give you two more days. Can you close the case?"

Two days? Not enough to find the real culprit, but more than enough to find a ready-made suspect and push him out.

After hanging up the phone, the investigation team remained silent for a long time.

Captain Qiu suddenly sneered, "I don't know how serious the Wen family's matter is. So many people are eager to pin the blame on Tan Jia and rush things over. Xiao Qian's life can't even bring back the truth."

Zheng Yan: "Yes, it's really disheartening. It's a pity we have the time and resources but can't help, otherwise we could..."

The investigation team interrupted him: "Old Zheng, stop making sarcastic remarks. We need to help each other out."

……

As night deepened, darkness enveloped one's senses like a heavy blanket.

Tan Jia opened her eyes and it took her a while to adjust before she could see a faint moonlight outside the window on the opposite wall.

It was a fairly large room, and very quiet—so quiet that you could hear her own breathing.

"Is anyone here?" she muttered to herself. "Why did they bring me here to cooperate with the investigation, but then leave me here alone?"

As usual, no one answered her.

After a while, she stood up and called out towards what appeared to be a corner, "Zhou Qi'an, is that you?"

"Are you watching me with a security camera? Just like before when you spied on me at home. You sent that postcard, didn't you?"

"What, judging from the treatment I'm receiving now, have I already been labeled as an 'unjust army'? All I did was help investigate your father's money laundering. Judging from the difference in your styles of doing things, I thought you also disapproved of what your father did. Otherwise, you wouldn't have pinned the things you did on him for spying on me and recording gay internet celebrities, making sure he gets the punishment he deserves."

Her tone didn't betray any nervousness, and even after being transcribed by the super-starlight camera, her calm and even expressionless face could be seen on the computer screen.

It seemed she was certain her voice could reach the ears of the person behind her.

The person surrounded by a dozen monitors looked sinister in the dim light of the computer screens.

(End of this chapter)