Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 227 Screwdriver
The exhibition was very fruitful for Tan Jia.

I bought myself several ugly things, and brought my aunt and the criminal investigation team some more formal handicrafts as gifts.

Finally, he spent a lot of money to buy Lin Zhiyue a particularly impressive tree bark painting, which Lin put in his collection display case.

Tan Ming came to her house to see her spoils of war. He looked at each item and was disgusted by how ugly they were.

"The one with the highest approval rating is definitely either the best-looking or the ugliest." He didn't dare to look directly at that flamboyant Ultraman with his hands on his hips. His gaze shifted and shifted until it landed on Lin Zhiyue.

"What's he doing? Why is he pretending to be melancholy?" he asked Tan Jia in a low voice.

Lin Zhiyue sat there quietly without saying a word, as if he had returned to the first time they met, as if he were shrouded in a layer of gray.

Tan Jia took a bite of ice cream and said casually, "He wanted to buy my clay sculpture, but someone from a film and television props department bought it first. He's trying to calm himself down."

"..." Tan Ming opened his mouth, but decided to pretend he hadn't noticed the subtle romantic gesture between the couple and simply congratulated her.

"No wonder your aunt was humming a song while stewing pork ribs at home; it turns out she discovered she'd mentored a rising star in the world of dough sculpting."

"You flatter me. Captain Zheng said he would also invite me to his house for a celebratory meal, and Shiyan learned a specialty dish that she wants to cook for me."

"...You really can win over men, women, young and old."

Back then, he and Xiao Chen worked hard for half a month to catch a serial killer. Captain Zheng bought them each a bottle of mineral water. Xiao Chen asked if he could treat them to a meal. Captain Zheng replied, "Why don't you just fly to the sky?"

Tan Jia said casually, "It's alright."

He laughed out loud after saying that.

When Zheng Yan said she wanted to have a celebratory meal, she meant it.

Wu Yang was invited as well, and the group sat at a table. Shi Yan made honey-glazed chicken wings, and he went into the kitchen to stir-fry a few home-style dishes and brought them out. Along with his wife Aunt Qiu's specialty cold dishes, the group ate to their hearts' content.

It started raining again on the way back.

A rumble of thunder sounded, and then the rain poured down without giving anyone time to react. Everyone was drenched and scrambled to escape.

Tan Jia leaned against the car window and looked out, recalling the silly thing he had done in the past: driving his convertible sports car out into the rain.

Someone leaned against her from behind. Lin Zhiyue tentatively nuzzled her shoulder, put her arms around her waist, and looked out the car window with her.

But he only held on for a dozen seconds. Once he realized there was nothing to see, he turned his head and focused on staring at her.

"It's raining so hard. Do you hate rainy days?" she said casually.

Lin Zhiyue frowned: "No. I sleep better when there is noise."

For him, the sound of rain and thunder was closer to safety than silence.

Because he doesn't have to guess whether his abusers will come or whether anyone can hear his faint cries for help.

The sadist will definitely come, and no one will hear his cries for help.

He felt more at peace accepting a positive answer, whether good or bad, than waiting for a verdict between a 50/50 chance of hope and despair.

Tan Jia touched the corner of his lips and said, "Then you can sleep very well tonight."

According to the weather forecast, this rain will continue until tomorrow morning.

Lin Zhiyue did indeed sleep very well. It was the first time he had actually spent the night in Tan Jia's room. Under the thin blanket, the two of them held hands tightly, and he fell asleep in that position.

Tan Jia, on the other hand, was half-asleep and half-awake, and didn't sleep soundly. He woke up in the middle of the night feeling feverish and went to the living room to drink a glass of iced wine.

The sofa in the living room at this moment is like the deck of a yacht on the Atlantic Ocean, very comfortable to sit on.

She sat there, sipping her drink listlessly, watching the rain-drenched cityscape outside the French windows. After finishing, she collapsed onto the sofa, trying to drift off to sleep. She didn't know what time it was, but after struggling between opening her own eyes and opening someone else's, she finally snapped awake.

The dim red lights on both sides made her eyes, which she was trying so hard to open, sting and ache, forcing her to shed tears to relieve the pain.

But even through the tears, she could clearly see the person lying on the ground.

A young man with blond hair was wearing a very formal vest and shirt. Judging from his smooth jawline, he could be considered good-looking.

Unfortunately, that face is now bruised and battered.

She held a screwdriver in her hand, and as if unable to stop, she thrust it down with momentum, once, twice... On the sixth thrust, the screwdriver pierced her eye socket and got stuck in the bone.

But her heart and mind were in turmoil with anger and fear. That intense emotion was like an air pump, giving her hands a constant source of power to pull out the screwdriver and plunge it in again without stopping for a second.

The arc of the blood splattered smaller, and "her" movements slowed down until she saw that the blond boy on the ground had a bloody and mangled face and was finally motionless. Only then did "she" stop, as if exhausted, tilting her head back and panting, squeezing out a sound that was both crying and laughing from her throat.

The screwdriver I was holding fell to the ground and rolled away.

Her gaze seemed to follow the screwdriver as it rolled away, gradually receding from the bright, glaring room...

In the darkness, Tan Jia suddenly opened her eyes, her rapid breathing causing her forehead to sweat.

She took a deep breath, stared at the dim ceiling for two minutes, and then sat up.

Then she discovered that Lin Zhiyue had also come out of the room at some point, lay down next to her, and slowly opened his eyes to sit up with her.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"I had a dream." Tan Jia scratched her hair and lay down on top of him.

Lin Zhiyue regained some composure, took out his phone, and began to act as his assistant: "Shall I call the criminal investigation team for you?"

"Okay. Call Captain Zheng."

Zheng Yan's beautiful night was interrupted once again as he and Tan Ming entered the residential area where Tan Jia lived, one after the other.

The three of them looked listless, yawning as they chatted.

Can you recall the characteristics of the crime scene?

“Only a few,” Tan Jia said, taking a sip of water. “At the time, I only noticed that the red light in the room was very bright, there seemed to be a four-poster bed, a table, and a lot of photos pasted on the wall opposite the table. The window was open, and I could hear other people talking outside, and there was also some green light shining in. The murderer was focused on stabbing the victim to death and didn’t pay much attention to other places.”

Zheng Yan then asked, "What about the deceased? Have you seen him?"

"I've never seen him before. But he had platinum blonde hair, wore an earring, and was dressed very formally, in an inappropriate way, like he was attending a meeting."

"What does it look like?"

"He looked terrible. His face was a bloody mess from being stabbed with a screwdriver, his eyes were ripped out, and the screwdriver was stuck in his eye socket."

"..." Zheng Yan and Tan Ming were startled, and the last bit of sleepiness vanished.

"The screwdriver, the murder weapon was that screwdriver?"

"Yes, the killer kept stabbing the victim's face until he stopped breathing. Then the killer threw the screwdriver on the ground, and it rolled quite a distance. Maybe that screwdriver is still at the scene and hasn't moved."

“We still need to find the crime scene first,” Zheng Yan said, glancing at Lin Zhiyue who was busy drawing. “Is this how you draw the scene from the dream? Let me see.”

He took it and looked at it, his brows suddenly furrowing.

"This looks just like an underground clinic."