Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 234 Confess to Me 7
Driving a Ferrari? Both the murderer and the victim are wealthy.

They crowded around to look at Yuan Hanyue's information.

“Living in Moon Bay, they are indeed considered wealthy, and they are only children. They attended a private high school, their parents are teachers, and they were even named outstanding alumni two years after graduating from university. They seem to have a comfortable life, and there seems to be no need for them to commit murder and ruin their lives.”

Moreover, according to their previous analysis, Yuan Hanyue was able to mobilize others to help move the body and cover up the truth of the death, possibly because the deceased threatened their common interests or because their goals were the same: they all wanted the deceased dead.

What benefits or purpose could Yuan Hanyue have that would make her kill her boyfriend?
They discussed human nature and offered various speculations, but Tan Jia didn't participate in the discussion; she just stared at the computer screen.

In the ID photo attached to the document, Yuan Hanyue has gentle eyes and a very tender temperament.

Tan Jia stared at the photos, then at the text, and after finishing the text, he went to look at the surveillance video of the unfinished building that they had copied back.

The more I look at it, the weirder it becomes.

Zheng Yan turned his head and saw her frowning in thought, and asked, "What do you think?"

“I still feel it’s very incongruous. Yuan Hanyue, this biographical information, and the state she showed in the surveillance footage are completely different from the same person.”

Xiao Chen got goosebumps when he heard this; he was quite agitated.

"What do you mean? Another 'Qianqian'? There aren't even this many real and fake heiresses in TV dramas."

“I didn’t say it was ‘Qianqian’. I just felt that when she was playing a murder mystery game in the unfinished building, she seemed to be in a daze, eager to be with the deceased. She seemed to be someone who was insecure, liked to rely on others, and even to the point of having no self-respect.”

"But her records also show that she is actually a very happy and capable woman. The fact that she was able to confess to her accomplices after killing someone, and that no one has turned against her so far, shows that she is a smart and capable person."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Chen chimed in, "That's not surprising. Even a two-meter-tall debt collector can be at a disadvantage in a relationship. Besides, she was probably scared by the atmosphere of terror at the time. Just because she's capable doesn't mean she has to be a strong person in a relationship. People are very complex. For example, your brother was a criminal police officer for several years, but he still cries when he sees a touching children's movie."

"..." She glanced at Tan Ming sideways.

Tan Ming's elbow strike caused Xiao Chen to temporarily lose his voice.

Using this as background music, she continued speaking to Zheng Yan: "I know we can't assume that Yuan Hanyue is excellent in matters of the heart just because she's capable in her work. But the complexity of a person's personality is revealed and foreshadowed in everyday situations. But she's different. There's something incongruous about her..."

The writer encountered a sloping hill and suddenly got stuck, unsure how to describe it.

Tan Jia lowered his brows and suddenly took out a lump of dough and started kneading it.

She was supposed to be criticized for daydreaming, but she seemed a little impatient, so Zheng Yan didn't dare to interrupt her abrupt action.

Once the dough had been shaped into a rough screwdriver, Tan Jia finally figured out how to express that slight incongruity.

“When she was playing the murder mystery game, her emotions were not right. It didn’t seem like she was afraid of the scary scenes or that she was jealous and wanted to stick close to the victim.”

She zoomed in on the surveillance video to the middle, pointing to the part where the short-haired girl pulled the deceased away, and said, "She didn't seem to care much about the short-haired girl who had interfered in her relationship; she was just staring at the deceased, wanting to be alone with him." "Later, she pulled the deceased into a room. When they came out, the deceased seemed indifferent, while she stared at the deceased and the short-haired girl's backs for a while at the door. I think that staring wasn't out of jealousy or hatred, but some other emotion."

Zheng Yan pondered: "Perhaps they discussed something, but failed to achieve the result that Yuan Hanyue expected, which is equivalent to a breakdown in negotiations, so she decided to kill someone in a fit of anger."

"The emotions I felt in her dream were fear and resentment. If a breakdown in negotiations led her to commit murder, then the matter must have been very serious, serious enough that they dared to expose the body to attract public attention."

"What could it be? Is it a protest for injustice?" Xiao Chen asked, clutching his injured ribs.

“Let’s just go and ask her,” Zheng Yan stood up. “She doesn’t know that we can understand the scene of her murder through a dream. Perhaps from her perspective, we should still be investigating the bar, so she probably isn’t in a hurry to run away.”

When they left the police station, they found it was already dark outside.

In the distance, the tall buildings were illuminated with flashing red lights, the shops on both sides of the street lit up their signs, and a long line of cars and trucks with their low beams on formed a traffic jam.

Xiao Chen belatedly yawned, then was the last to climb into the car, slamming the door shut. The car then sped off, quickly passing the streetlights.

Yuan Hanyue's registered address was in Moon Bay, but when they arrived there, they found that she wasn't there at all, and they learned from the security guard that she hadn't returned for the past two or three days.

"They ran away?" That was Xiao Chen's first thought.

"Probably not. They were a group of people in two cars. She was in one of them. After leaving the unfinished building, another car passed by Yizhou Avenue, which is heading back here. If she wasn't in that car, then she probably went back somewhere else, like to an accomplice's house," Tan Ming said.

They killed someone, and everyone even helped move the body. They can't pretend this didn't happen; they probably need to "have a meeting."

However, after thinking for two seconds, Tan Ming still took out his phone: "I'll have someone check if she has any cross-border records today."

Since no one was around, they temporarily changed their interrogation to a field visit, intending to inquire about Yuan Hanyue's true story in the surrounding area.

Walking along the greenway in the residential area, Tan Jia pondered, "I don't think she'll run away. Although the victim's face was disfigured, his distinctive hair and the three-piece vest are clues that we can always find. Could they have exposed the body to make us investigate? We just need to investigate slowly, according to their plan, to give her time to prepare for the next step?"

“That depends on what they want to achieve,” Zheng Yan said as they walked. “Based on experience, if it’s just a matter of money, it’s relatively easy to handle. But if it’s not money but something else, then it will be difficult, because at this point the killer’s obsession is hard to dispel, and the problem can’t be solved without a fight to the death.”

He was about to give an example when Tan Jia suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"She has come back."

Across from them, Yuan Hanyue hurriedly entered from the entrance of the residential area, her brows furrowed as she looked around; something seemed wrong.

Upon seeing them, she paused for a moment, but continued walking forward with a puzzled expression.

"Who are you looking for?"

See you during the day.