Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 198 The Murderer Tan Jia 17
The tragic experience of a concerned citizen has caused a great stir online.

When Zheng Yan saw this message, his eyelids twitched.

They are mobilizing manpower to carry out a city-wide surveillance cleanup plan. The investigation team has brought in experts in this field, but they are not involved; they need to investigate Zhou Qi'an's whereabouts and the place where Tan Jia may be imprisoned.

Only the criminal investigation teams one and two were preparing tools, planning to use some high-tech detectors, and they also invited two of the most skilled technicians in the system, planning to follow the modified and hacked surveillance footage to catch the killer.

Someone from another office came over to inform them that negative opinions had appeared online, and a phone was shoved in front of them; the headlines from the marketing accounts were so eye-catching they couldn't be more so.

Captain Qiu: "What do you mean? What was the killer's intention in making this move?"

They still haven't figured out the killer's motive. Seeing this headline, they assumed it was still the killer's doing and subconsciously wondered what the killer was up to this time.

Zheng Yan didn't speak, but one of the investigation team members looked up and asked him, "Was it that boy who did it?"

He didn't react much: "How should I know? He doesn't need to report to me about what he does."

But in his heart he thought: It must be Lin Zhiyue, he's crazy, I don't know if it's a trick he came up with himself or a task that Tan Jia gave him in advance.

It must have been Tan Jia who instructed him. The results were good, and the person chosen was also good. Apart from Lin Zhiyue, no one else could do it. He's rich, and when he goes crazy, he doesn't recognize anyone.

The investigation team couldn't get a definite answer, but they would think for themselves. Wang Zhi, who was operating the detector, suddenly said, "Tan Jia is very smart."

Zheng Yan said lightly, "It's alright, young people are indeed more quick-witted."

Tan Ming and Xiao Chen: "..."

Here we go again, that familiar feeling of pampering a promising talent.

"That's clever indeed," Captain Qiu realized. "They're afraid of unintended consequences. Even if someone has committed a crime, they still have to walk into court under everyone's watchful eyes. If they can't hand over the person, this matter will escalate in another way."

After that, everyone had their gear ready and it was time to line up and set off.

Before getting into the car, Captain Qiu specifically told the investigation team, "Don't let any more accidents happen with such a good opportunity. If you can't find the person, you can just wait to be dismissed."

This does not mean disbanding the project team and returning them to their original units.

The memory of Xiao Qian's death still burned fiercely in the hearts of the criminal investigation team. They stared coldly at the investigation group, and when they slammed the car door shut, it almost caught one of their hands.

Zheng Yan pretended not to see it and called Tan Ming and Xiao Chen to get in the car.

"Hurry! Every second Tan Jia is enduring now is extremely dangerous!"

……

Tanjia is still in darkness.

The abnormal darkness made it difficult for her to distinguish between day and night, and her perception of time became somewhat blurred. Coupled with the lack of food and water, she appeared extremely restless in the surveillance footage. In particular, she wandered around the walls like a blind person, trying to figure out if the door to the room could be opened, only to find that the door was firmly locked.

His brow was furrowed, his lips were unconsciously pursed, and his face was tense, like a soda can about to reach its limit and explode at any moment.

The person behind the surveillance cameras watched her breakdown with great interest, while other footage was switched to the side screen, and several monitors in front of her showed magnified images of Tan Jia's face.

After waiting for a long time, the person in the surveillance video finally reached the brink of collapse. Suddenly, he stood up, picked up a chair, and smashed it against the wall, shouting and venting his anger as he did so.

"What exactly do you want?! Let me out!"

"Zhou Qi'an, you crippled lunatic! What righteous army? You're just a coward who was wronged by someone he couldn't afford to offend when he was a kid, so now that you have some power, you want to take revenge, but you don't dare to face your own thoughts and insist on using the name of justice! You're a petty person who has gotten ahead! You think you're Rothschild just because you use some underhanded tricks to get some leverage over others. The reason those people didn't kill you back then is because retribution hasn't come yet. You'll die at the hands of those kinds of people sooner or later!"

"Who do you think you are? You just know a little bit of technology. My dream..."

The shrill, irritable voice was silenced, and a somber voice came from the surveillance camera: "I'd like to see who ends up getting hit and killed! Still clinging to your dreams? What good are dreams? Can you even dream that you'll die at my hands?"

As the eerie mechanical voice spoke, it slowed down its pace: "Oh, I forgot, your only purpose is to get up in the middle of the night to find corpses, hahahahaha! I thought you were so amazing, but it turns out you just have nightmares, dreaming about murderers committing crimes, right? I heard you just solved a case involving a psychologist. Actually, those police officers should pay attention to your psychological problems. Even if it weren't for Wen Jinbing, sooner or later Wu Jinbing or Zhang Jinbing would die at your hands. Possessing so many murderers, one day you will be unable to resist trying the feeling of actually killing someone."

She used to ignore him no matter how much he provoked her, but now that he's the one provoking her, she's become very talkative.

The mechanical voice continued, and even in its completely flat tone, one could detect a subtle sense of amusement: "A kind-hearted citizen who had performed meritorious service, suspected of having too many dreams and developing a mental illness, mistakenly believed he was still dreaming. He swiftly killed someone, and then, in order to cover up his crime, he made one wrong step after another, killing a policeman, killing a witness, and when his hands were covered in blood, he could only commit suicide to atone for his sins... This kind of heartbreaking story is sure to generate a lot of discussion."

Tan Jia roared, "I'm not the murderer! I didn't kill Wen Jinbing! How many times do I have to say it, I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone! You were the one who orchestrated it all, you're the one who killed Wen Jinbing!"

Then he swung the chair upwards and smashed it, hitting the surveillance camera. It shattered into pieces with a clanging sound.

Then a foot stepped on it, cursing wildly, and stomped on it forcefully as if venting anger.

The surveillance screen went black instantly.

The person behind him immediately cursed and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

Behind him were tightly drawn curtains, creating the feeling of night despite it being daytime. Several screens were now off, with only the side screen still glowing dimly, illuminating his profile and making him look like a skinny hyena.

Losing surveillance was like losing his eyes; the unease in his heart made him furiously slam his fist on the keyboard before hurriedly leaving.

In the darkness, Tan Jia had calmed down, even holding his breath, and listened carefully to distinguish the sounds around him.

At the same time, she was thinking about the meaning revealed in what that person had just said—it seemed that he had written a script for her, first killing someone due to schizophrenia, then killing the police and witnesses to cover up the crime, and finally breaking down and committing suicide.

Who is the witness? Is another person going to die?
What about the suicide ending? Did he want to kill her and then stage it as a suicide out of guilt? Was that his ultimate goal?

　I'll write the next chapter during the day. I have a bit of a cold, and after taking medicine, I was so sleepy that I wrote for half an hour mostly just Tan Jia Tan Jia Tan Jia Chong...

　　(End of this chapter)