Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 220 Unexplained Motives 10
The courier station outside the alley has been open for several years. Because there are many people and many packages in the neighborhood, it has hired three or four sorting staff.

There are also two deliverymen who deliver packages to the store.

Fortunately, the surveillance cameras outside the alley covered the entrance of the express delivery station, and the criminal investigation team reviewed the surveillance footage from the two days before and after the incident.

We've discovered a problem that's been overlooked.

"That woman in black, is she the owner of the inn? She went in and came out several times, but she went in around lunchtime and didn't come out. More than an hour later, she appeared outside the inn again, ready to go in."

Xiao Chen quickly realized: "The post station must have a back door, so you can pass through normally."

“That makes sense,” Zheng Yan recalled Tan Jia’s analysis on the phone. “If the murderer really was an employee of the courier station, the reason we didn’t see him enter the alley in the surveillance footage on the night of the incident is because he went out through the back door. It’s normal that he could avoid other surveillance cameras along the route of the crime, and avoid the most crucial one.”

Tan Ming's brows were still furrowed: "But why didn't the surveillance cameras along the river show him? It's an open area a kilometer away, there's no way he could have gone through the back door to avoid the cameras."

“Let’s do it one by one. First, go to the courier station and ask the employees about their work situation. Find out the suspicious people. If you can find them smoothly, your problem will be solved.” Xiao Chen said casually.

Zheng Yan raised his chin: "Sometimes you have to learn from his thick-skinned thinking. You and Tan Jia both like to nitpick over details, wanting to sort out all the clues at once. This habit is sometimes a good thing, but sometimes it's a problem."

Xiao Chen leaned back and said, "Team Leader Zheng, you seem to really enjoy offering emotional support and psychological counseling lately. It reminds me of when I first joined the second team a few years ago. You were just as patient and earnest back then, but you had to be a little gentler."

"You big dummy," Zheng Yan slapped him. "Recently, there was a meeting at the higher-ups that emphasized the psychological and emotional issues of public officials. Who knows, there might be people specifically testing you later. If you don't pass, you'll have to go to the psychologist every day like Tan Jia and contribute to the preservation of dough sculpting."

"Huh?" Xiao Chen was stunned. "No way, does that mean everyone has a problem? Does that mean Wu Yang really can't come back?"

"You're thinking quite a lot. Women have a higher than average level of psychological resilience. You should worry about yourself instead."

After saying that, he waved his hand and got back to the main topic.

After discussing the investigation plan for two hours, they went to the courier station early the next morning.

The woman running the courier business at the store was in her thirties. Before most people had even opened their eyes, she was already outside the store receiving packages, assigning tasks to her employees, and handling problems.

She is efficient and decisive in her work, speaks frankly and with a smile, and gets along well with the residents who come to pick up their packages. She greets everyone with a smile.

Tan Jia observed her and the other employees at the courier station while eating the heart-shaped shrimp dumplings made by Lin Zhiyue.

Listen to the conversation between Zheng Yan and the boss.

"You know about the murder in the alley, right? Who were the people working at your courier station that night?"

The female boss pulled up the records and pointed out the names to them one by one.

Towards the end of her introduction, she mentioned someone who was not currently in the store.

"Wang Yaohua took the day off to go back to his hometown, so he's not here. But he worked until 9 p.m. that night."

"He worked as a deliveryman for quite a long time?"

"It wasn't long, just two months. But our deliveries are divided by area, and he's only been here for six months, so he's only delivering in the alleys... Is there something wrong with him?"

The murder in the alley caused widespread panic, and the police came specifically to inquire, so they must have found something.

Zheng Yan observed her expression and said, "I'm not sure. We're just investigating as per procedure. You don't seem very satisfied with this Wang Yaohua?"

"Yes, a little. He's actually... he's a bit special, you know, he seems a bit slow. I hired him to give him a chance to make a living, but unfortunately, we didn't mesh well. He's very hardworking, but he makes too many mistakes and doesn't like cleanliness." She gave an example, saying that at the beginning of the year when it was cold, Wang Yaohua would get his hands dirty while moving goods and wouldn't wash them. When cleaning, he would touch a wet rag, leaving two finger marks on it.

We finally managed to get him to wash his hands and take a bath every day before summer arrived, but he was reluctant and had a long face when facing others, so bad that people complained about him several times.

"I meant to do something good, but it ended up being a problem." The boss sighed and showed them Wang Yaohua's photo.

Tan Jia moved closer.

You can really tell at a glance what makes Wang Yaohua special—he looks a lot like someone with Down syndrome, with wide-set eyes, thick and large lips, and the fleshy part of his lower face covering half of his neck.

This person did not appear in the surveillance footage on the night of the incident.

But he did go to work that day, and didn't leave until 9 p.m.

This is obviously problematic.

Zheng Yan asked, "Do you have a back door here?"

"Yes, it's true. We can deliver packages to the alley faster through the back door, and we also use that door to order food from restaurants."

She led them through the back door and said, "But this door is only for our use. People who come to pick up packages enter through the front door."

Xiao Chen simulated walking into the alley where Yang Jia was murdered through the back door and initially determined that the surveillance camera outside could not capture his image.

Seeing how thoroughly they were investigating, the boss's unease intensified, and he asked again, "Could it really be him?"

Zheng Yan glossed over the issue with just two sentences.

"Do you have a full-body photo of him? A group photo with everyone would also be fine," Tan Jia suddenly asked.

The other person looked at her, then at the silent police officers, and hesitated before saying, "Yes. Photos of our dinner together."

She found the photos in her phone's album.

In the group photo, Wang Yaohua smiles sheepishly at the camera, wearing a simple black T-shirt that has lost its elasticity from washing and the hem covers his thighs.

The key point is that he is indeed very large, and his hands holding the bowl are also very wide.

Tan Jia turned his head and gave Zheng Yan a subtle nod.

Zheng Yan immediately said, "Please give us Wang Yaohua's contact information and address. Don't make any changes for now. If he contacts you, just reply as usual."

This means there's a real problem.

The owner was a little nervous. He glanced at the people in the shop who were vaguely looking in his direction, trying to get information, and then casually said okay.

As Tan Jia left the courier station, she said, "This person feels a lot like the murderer in my dream."

"But I seriously doubt that a man who seems to have intellectual disabilities could really plan something so meticulously. He carelessly exposed the body and casually discarded the victim's bag—so bold—yet he also avoided all surveillance cameras and left no clues—so cautious. Was he really stupid?"

Zheng Yan, hands on his hips, looked up at the sky and said, "Thinking about it won't help. Let's investigate directly. Investigate his connection with Liao Wenxiang."

"Also, Xiao Chen, come with me to his place. Liao Wenxiang's body hasn't been found yet."