Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 207 The Murderer Tan Jia 26 (The End)

With the arrival of the new task force, Tan Jia's safety is no longer a concern.

In the hospital room, she used her completed dough sculpture to introduce the case to the two audience members, Lin Zhiyue and Tan Ming.

“When I returned to my guesthouse room, I washed up and went to sleep as I had the day before. Around midnight, I suddenly started having a dream again. I dreamt that I was sneaking down the corridor, and the sound of my footsteps was so light that it perfectly matched the premonition of a criminal’s attack.”

She pointed to the clay sculpture of herself and recounted the dream again.

“In the past, my dreams were all from the perspective of the murderer. When I opened my eyes, I saw all kinds of dead bodies. I always thought the most impactful one was the first dream. The murderer smashed the face of the dead body with a stone. The blood that splattered out after the smashing was sprayed onto the face. I saw the smashing process very clearly.”

"Secondly, there are the money laundering gangs involved in theft and stabbing. After they went on a rampage, they stood amidst a pile of mangled limbs and flesh. Even if you can't see the scene clearly at night, just thinking about it is terrifying."

"But the most impactful thing for me now is the night I dreamt of Wen Jinbing. I approached the bed from his perspective, bent down and leaned closer to see the victim clearly, only to find that it was my own face."

"Then I was startled awake, opened my eyes, and saw a blurry facial outline. I couldn't make out the person, but his breathing sounded like the bristles on a spider's leg scratching my face."

She described it so vividly that Tan Ming got goosebumps listening to it.

Lin Zhiyue stood to the side, acting as a helper in demonstrating the dough sculpture, carefully using a sculpting knife to shape Tan Jia's dough sculpture's hands and feet.

Tan Ming looked at all the clay figurines and found hers to be the most exquisite, suggesting that Lin Zhiyue had refined it.

Tan Jia, unaware of his thoughts, picked up the dough bow and arrow and continued, "Zhou Qi'an released anesthetic gas into the ventilation system and used my arrow to stab Wen Jinbing, causing him to bleed to death. During this time, he also spent a great deal of time replicating the blood splatter effect on my clothes, leaving evidence in various small places with my blood..."

The dough figurine of Zhou Qi'an she made was very small and was placed in front of several computer screens. The lips were drawn with an upward-sloping line, like a sinister and perverted dough sausage.

"The reason I did all this was because he installed surveillance cameras everywhere. So I made a conspicuous surveillance camera."

This surveillance camera is bigger than a clay model of a computer screen.

But the two audience members present pretended not to notice.

"The surveillance footage also uncovered the truth behind Wen Jinbing's revenge. The deaths of Wen Wu and Wen Jian ultimately revealed that the initial problem stemmed from a jar of honey."

She then pointed to the clay honey jar. After Lin Zhiyue's color mixing, the main body of the honey jar no longer looked like a yellowish-brown, but rather had a transparent feel and a light gold with highlights.

“Things with special significance in the case are all placed in the crime scene: cameras, honey. You can immediately tell what happened in the case and recall the truth of the matter.”

After her introduction, she looked at the two audience members.

Tan Ming: "...That's great. Scene creation is a very novel direction in dough sculpting. With your ideas, as long as you persevere, you will definitely achieve great success in the inheritance of dough sculpting in the future."

If Xiao Chen were here, he would definitely give him a look of shock, as if to say, "You're such a braggart."

But Lin Zhiyue nodded in agreement with his words.

"It's very clear, I can see it. Can I keep it as a keepsake?"

Tan Ming glanced at him sideways, thinking, "You've changed so much in just a few days. Aren't you autistic? How come you're so good at this now? Where did you learn all this?"

Tan Jia was very satisfied with the evaluation. He looked at the dough sculpture on the small table and took a few photos.

I'm planning to send it to my aunt and Team Leader Zheng—one for the assessment of my learning outcomes, and the other for potential buyers.

As it turned out, Zheng Yan called first. "Zhou Qi'an has confessed."

She was still holding the clay sculpture of Zhou Qi'an, which was about to be remade, in her hand, and asked, "What did he confess?"

"Illegal filming, the murder of Wen Jinbing, and framing you. As a force for justice, we 'executed' nine people. The investigation team is currently investigating the location where the bodies are stored."

"What about the civil and military affairs?"

"He also confessed, becoming emotional and shouting hoarsely. He listed several people's names and launched into a long rant, complaining that what he and his father did was to uphold justice and protect the innocent, which was much better than what these people did, so why was he the only one arrested?"

The shouting reached half the police station, and everyone gave those names strange looks.

“He also mentioned you,” Zheng Yan said again.

"Mentioning me? Saying through gritted teeth that I should have been killed that night?"

"Not only that, he said you have a mental disorder and show signs of criminality."

Fools love to tattle.

Tan Jia calmly said, "I only pointed out a few loopholes in his framing plan. How is that mentally unstable? He's just failing himself and wants to drag a few other people down with him."

After saying that, she changed the subject and asked, "Did you ask him to tell you the location of all the cameras? The surveillance footage I see on the computer screen is only a part of it. I want to know if there are any other cameras that have slipped through the net near my home."

“I’m asking him now. He doesn’t remember many of the installation locations himself. He only pays attention to certain specific areas.”

"What's interesting is that his surveillance cameras captured many crime scenes, most of which he used as evidence to apprehend the murderer. Others were probably not obvious enough to go unnoticed by him. Do you know what one of those crime scenes he missed was?"

"what?"

"It's the video of the murderer entering the female celebrity's room in the suitcase body dumping case."

What a coincidence? Tan Jia raised an eyebrow: "He installed a camera in a hotel frequented by celebrities. Is he a fan of celebrities too?"

"It shouldn't be. Judging from the videos he saved and watched repeatedly, the star he idolizes is probably you. He watched the video of you shooting an arrow through the killer's wrist in the suitcase body dumping case at least twenty times."

"And then they came up with such a lousy way to frame someone," she casually added.

Even from a distance, one could imagine the faint sarcasm in her tone, which must have implied a disdainful attitude.

Zheng Yan: "...Alright, you should get some rest. Wait until the investigation is complete and you've thoroughly checked the area around your house before you go back."

She agreed, hung up the phone, tossed it aside, and began to observe her perfect dough sculpture again.

"I feel like something's missing from this setup. And the eerie feeling of Zhou Qi'an, as the murderer, sitting in front of the screen is also lacking."

Lin Zhiyue is partially mute. In order to prevent his sister from saying anything, Tan Ming was prepared to communicate actively. However, before he could think of a reply, Lin Zhiyue lowered her head and started talking to Tan Jia about the layout and composition, and even suggested making the clay sculpture of Zhou Qi'an with a broken leg.

Tan Jia thought it was a good idea, and together they rubbed out two legs of different lengths, planning to put them on the torso, when the phone rang again.

"Zhou Qi'an committed suicide and died on the spot."

(End of this chapter)