Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 237 Confess to Me 10
Yuan Hanyue's loss of composure lasted for half a minute. She mumbled something incoherently and looked dazed.

Tan Jia, watching from outside, thought that she was undergoing a personality switch in her brain.

However, after her daze subsided, she did not show much change in her emotions or personality. Instead, she kept her mouth shut and stopped speaking.

No matter how Zheng Yan asked her later, she didn't refute or argue a single word.

After Zheng Yan came out, he said, "Something's not right. She really doesn't seem to know that the body was exposed in the bar. If it was done by another personality, even if the personalities don't know what the other did, judging from her previous reactions, she should know the behavior and habits of the other personalities. She wouldn't be so shocked and incredulous. She must be hiding something from us."

Tan Jia nodded: "Her reaction seems to suggest that she couldn't possibly expose Zhou Wen'an's body. Generally speaking, a murderer who kills someone would be more devout in praying that the body will never be discovered than in praying for their own wealth. That's her attitude now, but the body has been exposed anyway, as if there's a secret between the murderer and the victim that needs to be revealed, waiting for someone else to discover it... I have two thoughts."

"First, she has a personality that deeply dislikes Zhou Wen'an and has a deep conflict with him. There are even secrets that the main personality is unaware of. It was this personality that exposed Zhou Wen'an's body, perhaps out of a prank or to expose his true nature."

"Second, the body disposal was done by an accomplice. He and Yuan Hanyue couldn't reach an agreement and had different ideas about handling Zhou Wen'an's case. Moreover, it involved a secret that terrified Yuan Hanyue."

Rather than speculating about multiple personality disorder, she now feels that the second possibility is more likely.

What secret could it be? She was very curious.

After listening, Zheng Yan thought for about ten seconds and said, "Then let's interrogate the accomplices. First, let's talk about Zhou Qi."

As he spoke, he took out his phone to call Tan Ming, wanting to ask how the investigation was going.

After pressing the button twice, I realized that my phone had been turned off at some point.

Looking at the time again, it was already past midnight.

"It's so late? I didn't realize it was so late."

“I think so,” Tan Jia also took out her phone and waved the screen forward, “Lin Zhiyue has been waiting outside for several hours.”

"..." They're really like young lovers in the throes of passion, able to wait in the car for hours. He waved his hand, "Alright, you go back first, lest he rush in and try to take her away."

...

After leaving the police station, Tan Jia didn't rush to find Lin Zhiyue.

She stood on the street, looking up at the sky, pondering what secrets Zhou Wen'an's death was involved in, taking slow, deep breaths as she thought.

Ahead lay a stream of cars, behind her strangers passing by, talking amongst themselves. She stared motionless at the moon in the sky, like the only clear anchor point in a moving photograph.

Then a camera shutter clicked.

Lin Zhiyue, across the street, rolled down his car window and took a picture of her.

Tan Jia curled the corners of her mouth, crossed the crowded zebra crossing to the car, rested her elbow on the car window, and asked him for the camera.

"If the photos don't turn out well, they're not allowed to be kept."

"It looks good," Lin Zhiyue said earnestly, turning the camera around to show her the photos he had just taken.

Then, while she was looking down, I kissed her cheek.

Is it tricky?

I haven't spoken to him for so long.

"It's alright," Tan Jia put down her camera and got into the car, pulling up a photo on her phone. "I just need your help. Do you know this person?"

This is a frontal photo of the deceased, Zhou Wen'an. His cynical eyes and arrogant attitude made him look like a troublemaker.

I probably wouldn't get along with Lin Zhiyue.

Sure enough, he glanced at it casually and said he didn't recognize it.

She then pulled up surveillance footage of several other people: "Where are these people?"

Lin Zhiyue's gaze swept over them one by one, finally settling on Yuan Hanyue.

"This one. I met her at the graduation ceremony; her parents were my former teachers."

"Private tutor?"

"Class teacher." Oh, so we haven't met many times. Because of his psychological issues, he spent most of his school years receiving one-on-one tutoring at home.

Tan Jia asked, "Have you heard about her? She's suspected of having schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder, or something like that."

Lin Zhiyue shook his head.

“That’s true, your situation is special, you can’t pay attention to these messy things.” She put away her phone, leaned back in her seat, and belatedly felt tired, so she yawned.

The car was quiet. After a while, Lin Zhiyue asked in a low voice, "I wasn't helpful, was I?"

"Do you want to help?"

"Yes. I want to help you."

"Then tell your classmates and friends to stop calling me Powerpuff Girl."

He seemed to pause for a moment, then repeated in confusion, "Flying, the Powerpuff Girl?"

"...Don't call me that, it sounds weird."

He obediently stopped saying the name, but after a while, as Tan Jia was dozing off in his chair, he suddenly heard him say:

"cute."

She woke up laughing, turned Lin Zhiyue's face and kissed him: "You're quite cute too."

After a long day of running around, Tan Jia's sleep quality was so poor that even an atomic bomb couldn't wake her up. After washing up at home, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Lin Zhiyue lay down next to her for a while, then tiptoed to the second bedroom, took out his computer, and looked up the names of his teachers and classmates from back then.

Then at 2:30 a.m., he called his cousin An Qinyuan.

"Ms. Yuan, who is a senior high school teacher, has a daughter. Did you know that she has schizophrenia?"

Cousin An, groggily awakened by the noise, asked, "...What schizophrenia? Do I have schizophrenia?"

He remained silent for a few seconds.

An Qinyuan yawned, perking up a bit: "Oh, it's A-Yue. What did you ask? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping with your girlfriend?"

"A high school sophomore, Ms. Yuan's daughter, does she have schizophrenia?"

"Huh? Who? Oh, you mean Mr. Yuan, the physics teacher in the second year of high school? He has a daughter, but I've never heard of her having schizophrenia. She's quite outstanding, and I heard she has a very rich boyfriend. She's rich, has plenty of free time, and has a promising future. Her life is very fulfilling. Mr. Yuan retired last year."

After saying that, he yawned and added, "Wait, why are you calling me in the middle of the night to ask this? Where's your girlfriend?"

Why are you asking her?

"Don't sound so wary. I just wanted to ask if you're... late at night..."

"Thank you. I'm hanging up now."

Before hanging up the phone and hearing something he didn't want to hear, Lin Zhiyue calmly recorded the information he received, and then went online to search for symptoms and behavioral habits of schizophrenia patients.

The next day, Tan Jia woke up fully recovered. As she was leaving, she saw a piece of paper in the living room covered with information.

The handsome snail who did this was lying on the sofa catching up on sleep, his eyes a little bluish.

She smiled and tiptoed out the door.

When they arrived at the police station, they discovered that Yuan Hanyue had already been released.

However, Zheng Yan said that another important clue has surfaced.

"The autopsy results showed that Zhou Wen'an's body had been soaked in water."

"What do you mean?"

"That means someone threw the body into the water first, and then another person fished the body out and put it in the bar's restroom."