Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 224 Unexplained Motives 14
No wonder, no wonder...

It turns out that Yang Jia only saw the woman in distress and wanted to help. She just happened to witness a violent case that had nothing to do with her on that day, at that time, and on that road.

She may have mustered up her courage to stand up, and she didn't expect to be able to fight and defeat the tall and strong Wang Yaohua. She just stood aside and threatened to call the police, and may have even shouted loudly.

However, the crime scene and the time of the incident were too unusual. It was two or three in the morning, and everyone in the surrounding shops had left, so no one heard their cries for help.

Then Wang Yaohua struck Yang Jia down with a stick, as if retaliating against someone who tried to steal his toy, and cruelly smothered her to death.

This truth is even more infuriating than the speculation that "Wang Yaohua premeditatedly sought out murder targets to commit the crimes."

However, the police cannot use physical or verbal violence against those being interrogated. Zheng Yan, facing Wang Yaohua's strange, goofy smile, was so restrained that veins were bulging on his forehead.

After the interrogation, he returned to his office, threw down his notebook with a thud, and stood with his hands on his hips, panting heavily.

He had a lot of cursing words surging in his throat, but he swallowed them back down. He slammed his fist on the table, and Tan Jia's clay figurine jumped up on the spot.

"Yang Jia's death is such a pity, so unacceptable! An innocent and tragic death, this is what you call an innocent and tragic death! If this gets out, who will dare to act bravely and righteously in the future? Who will dare to stand up and help others?"

He doesn't know how he should answer if his children ask him again after this case whether he should act bravely or help others.

Should we teach our children to stand by and watch someone die? Should we tell them not to concern themselves with other people's lives?
Or should we teach them half and hide the other half, telling them to act within their capabilities and saying that Yang Jia was killed because she misjudged her abilities?
But Yang Jia's actions weren't reckless. She didn't confront Wang Yaohua head-on. In such a chaotic situation, she still thought of calling the police and shouting to try and dissuade the assailant. Perhaps Liao Wenxiang wasn't dead yet, and she still wanted to save her...

It seems that many of the morals and legal provisions I adhere to have become conditional and subject to change with each case. The black words turn gray, and finally gradually turn white, becoming as dark as the paper, until they are no longer legible.

Law enforcement officers sometimes feel lost.

Zheng Yan took a deep breath, exhaled a heavy sigh, and slowly calmed himself down.

“Wang Yaohua’s murder has had a very bad impact, and I will emphasize this point to the court.”

"However, there is still a problem. Although he admitted to killing Yang Jia and tying Liao Wenxiang's body to the carousel, he has been acting like a fool for almost ten years. Like a schizophrenic, he has an exemption card. His testimony may not be valid. We need to have a professional assess his behavioral and cognitive abilities."

Tan Ming was also agitated: "If the test shows he's really an idiot, he'll escape unscathed? Does that mean if I become an idiot now, I can go out and kill indiscriminately? The umbrella meant to protect the victim has become a protective umbrella for the perpetrator. Sometimes it really is..."

The rest was left unsaid, but everyone understood.

Tan Jia put the dough figurine back in place, pursed his lips, stared at its unique face and the smile at the corner of its mouth, and felt a little like flattening the lump of dough and remaking it.

Xiao Chen sighed and placed the results of the investigation into Yang Jia and Liao Wenxiang's mobile phones, which the technicians had just provided, on Zheng Yan's desk.

"Don't rush, you'll be even angrier after you read their chat history."

From the perspective of their usefulness in the investigation, their chat logs are not worth reading and cannot provide any clues.

Because they were all just simple, everyday conversations: lamenting how hard work is, grumbling about people they dislike, and sharing delicious food and fun places...

There are also expectations for the future.

Liao Wenxiang has just escaped the predicament of changing jobs several times and getting worse and worse. He has made a career development plan for himself and hopes to become a manager in the company after three years of hard work.

She didn't tell her parents and relatives that she was now working at a small company because she was proud and didn't want to become the second fallen literary star in the eyes of those around her, like Wang Yaohua.

Although she can only save face by lying, she is actually a girl with very clear goals. She decided on the industry she wanted to develop in early on. She left the big company because of different development plans, and left the second company because she felt she couldn't learn anything. Now, at her current company, she can finally start her first three-year plan in her career in peace...

She was preoccupied with work and life, which consumed most of her energy. Wang Yaohua, that scoundrel, was simply not on her radar. She only mentioned him once or twice recently after someone knocked on her door, and each time she expressed sympathy for him—after all, he was a childhood friend, and she felt bad for him having become like this. The chat logs showed her as vibrant, hardworking, and empathetic; given time, she might truly become a manager at a large company, a successful career woman.

Yang Jia, on the other hand, is completely different from Liao Wenxiang. She doesn't have much ambition and values ​​enjoying life to the fullest.

She hopes to work happily, earn enough money to support herself, travel with friends when she has time, and stay home with the air conditioning on and snacks when she doesn't. Her biggest dream is to own her own house, even in the old and dilapidated Baima Lane, because she doesn't want to move around anymore.

She's like a snail stretching out its antennae, trying to travel the world. Given time, she'll surely live the easy life she desires.

Unfortunately, two vibrant lives were ruined by a fool.

The pity for them only fueled people's anger towards Wang Yaohua.

Especially for someone like Zheng Yan who is a father, putting himself in his daughter's shoes even slightly, he was so angry he was practically spitting fire from his nostrils.

Despite his attempts to hold back, he couldn't resist punching the dough sculpture of Wang Yaohua that Tan Jia had made, flattening it with a single blow.

"That thing is not human!"

"..." Tan Jia stared speechlessly at her creation, which had turned into a puddle of dough, then looked up at him.

……never mind.

Let's reshape it.

She then added another punch to the pancake.

Now that the case is basically clear, and after the initial anger subsides, they are starting to wrap things up.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door and came in, saying, "Captain Zheng, the deceased's parents have arrived."

It was Yang Jia's parents who arrived.

They stood blankly in front of their daughter's body, staring at it for a long time before turning to look blankly at the police, their eyes red-rimmed, their mouths slightly open but unable to utter a sound.

Then tears slowly streamed down her face, her lips trembling.

It was too painful to watch; Zheng Yan would rather they cry out loud.

Liao Wenxiang's parents, who arrived later, didn't react much. It seemed that they had already cried their eyes out in guessing and fear when they confirmed that their child was missing. Liao's mother didn't even change her expression, but kept wiping the tears that had gathered on her chin with the back of her hand.

"Who is the murderer?" she asked, seemingly calmly. "Why did they kill my daughter?"

Zheng Yan told the truth.

Her eyes widened in disbelief: "Who? Wang Yaohua, is it the Wang Yaohua I know?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, she remained motionless for a long time, gently placing her hand on Liao Wenxiang's eyes.

Just like when her child was born more than 20 years ago, she would lightly place her hand above the baby's eyes, as if playing a game. When she moved her hand away, she could see her daughter open her eyes and smile at her.

This time, however, the child will never open his eyes again.