Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 245 Confess to Me 18 (The End)

With Yuan Hanyue and Teacher Dong dead, Zhang Qin, who had only been released from prison for six months, was certain to be sentenced to death.

“At this point, she probably doesn’t care whether she gets the death penalty or not,” Tan Jia said, looking towards the operating room. “She originally wanted to jump off the building and die.”

Zheng Yan also looked over and said wearily, "But it's such a pity."

“Captain Zheng, you call me an idealist? I never thought a story could have a 100% happy ending for every storyline. I think you're the idealist. You always want good people to live longer, for those who are forced to abandon their evil ways and start anew, and for the real victims to forget their pain and live bravely. That's much harder than upholding justice.”

Zheng Yan turned his head to look at her, and after a moment he laughed and said, "You've become a philosopher? That's a profession that people over forty can master without a teacher."

Tan Jia didn't reply, leaning lazily against Lin Zhiyue, her gaze passing through her thick eyelashes, still fixed on the direction of the operating room.

Zhang Qin was lucky; by the afternoon of the next day, she was able to be interrogated by the police in a regular ward.

Before that, they received the investigation results from various parties—

Wu Feifan and Ou Zhibin were found dead in their car last night.

It seems that after learning that Zhang Qin was about to be released from prison and was about to take revenge on them, he was in a car accident on the highway when he was about to flee. The car was destroyed and he died.

"Wu Feifan's car wasn't damaged that badly; the problem turned out to be with the brakes. Ou Zhibin's car will likely have the same issue as well."

Zheng Yan: "It seems that the two of them were not the masterminds in what happened back then. Zhang Qin was too lazy to bother with the details."

Compared to the miserable situation of Zhou Wen'an and Yuan Hanyue, they were considered better off.

"If you do the math, all the murderers and accomplices involved in Liao Xuefang's brutal murder are dead and have received their retribution," Tan Jia said calmly.

It's a good ending, I suppose.

She stared at the clay sculpture of Liao Xuefang, which had just been sculpted, and the protruding pregnant belly seemed to be the cause of all the stories that had unfolded over the past fourteen years.

But how could this be? How could a woman's pregnancy inexplicably lead to several major murders?

The cause lies entirely with Zhou Wen'an.

Zheng Yan was explaining to the others that they would be going in to interrogate Zhang Qin later when Tan Jia suddenly asked him, "Why is Zhou Wen'an interested in abusing and killing pregnant women? His parents' attitude towards him is so strange. Is it because... the pregnant women he has killed are not just Liao Xuefang, nor just the victim from when he was nine years old? Perhaps one of the pregnant women in his family was the original victim."

Even the most ruthless killers, born evil, have a trigger. What makes them suddenly start killing? What makes them specifically target a certain type of victim? What were they thinking when they committed their first murder?
Criminal psychology is a topic worthy of study.

Zheng Yan nodded after listening: "The profiler speculates that he was neglected in his family relationships during his childhood. With a new life about to be born in the family, his attention and care were diverted to the pregnant woman and the unborn child, which he found unbearable. So he began to hate pregnant women and children younger than him."

Tan Jia's expression remained unchanged: "Did his parents give any specific details about what happened?"

After a few seconds of silence, Zheng Yan sighed and said, "Zhou Wen'an used to have a younger brother who was six years younger than him."

“When his mother was pregnant, his family hoped that Zhou Wen’an would treat his younger siblings well in the future and taught him to share. But Zhou Wen’an said that they were not allowed to have younger siblings, and even if they did, he would throw the children into the toilet and drown them.”

"His family didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking that it was just childish talk and that he would naturally learn to care for his younger siblings after the baby was born."

"Later, his younger brother was born. He was difficult to raise from a young age and took up most of the family's attention. At that time, he just showed that he didn't like his brother. But when his brother was almost two years old and could crawl and walk, he suddenly drowned in the swimming pool one day."

“His parents initially thought it was an accident. After being heartbroken for more than half a year, Zhou Wen’an, who was nine years old, committed a second crime, which is the ‘accidental childbirth caused to a pregnant woman’ mentioned in the sealed files.

“They said that Zhou Wen’an laughed and said, ‘If I had known I would have pushed Mom down the stairs before the little brother was born, you wouldn’t be so heartbroken.’ Only after that did they realize that Zhou Wen’an had killed the child.” Hearing this not-so-unexpected story, Tan Jia gave a cold smile: “But they still decided to help Zhou Wen’an cover up the intentional homicide, ultimately leading to more deaths. Now that Zhou Wen’an is dead, will they have no descendants?”

"No. According to the investigation, they each have illegitimate children."

"Oh—no wonder."

No wonder they weren't very saddened by Zhou Wen'an's death.

Even if it weren't for their love for their only son, they would still protect that devil, who, even after death, still clamored for people to pay with their lives.

No matter how you look at it, this family of three is a bunch of third-rate actors who are utterly ironic.

...

Tan Jia's involvement was unnecessary in the interrogation of Zhang Qin.

She and Lin Zhiyue went home, and she fell into a deep sleep again.

When she woke up, instead of receiving any news from the criminal investigation team, she saw a news report that Lin Zhiyue handed to her.

Zhang Qin's loud clarification at Lian Middle School, as she wished, spread to the internet and became known to more people.

The two young owners of the horror-themed bar even gave an interview, expressing their shock at the bizarre nature of the case and saying through gritted teeth that they were closing down and selling all their nearly new furniture and equipment at a low price.

After browsing through several related posts, Tan Jia let out a soft sigh.

"It's a feeling that's hard to describe." It's as complex as a thick coating on the tongue obscuring the sense of taste, making it difficult for the brain to arrive at a conclusion about the flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy.

Lin Zhiyue nuzzled her with the tip of his nose: "Then I won't describe it. My eyes see a lot of things, and I can't express them."

"Okay, your terrible analogy is still somewhat convincing."

She called Zheng Yan, wanting to know if Zhang Qin had revealed any more information. But the line was constantly busy.

When asked, Tan Ming said, "Team Leader Zheng is calling his family one by one, asking Shi Yan if she hates them having a second child. Shi Yan said that she's already had the baby for several years and they're still asking her. She wondered if the harassment could outweigh the loss of failing a monthly exam. Then he called Shi Yan's grandmother to ask about Shi Yan failing her monthly exam."

"...So, has Zhang Qin said anything new?"

"Yes. Yuan Hanyue's mother was locked in Liao Xuefang's grave. But because Yuan Hanyue and that man surnamed Dong never went to pay their respects, they never found her there. When we found her, she was already unconscious."

"Hmm. What else?"

"Zhang Qin asked if she could die in the rain."

There is a lot of rain in July and August.

On the day Zhang Qin was executed, it was pouring rain outside the window. The hot raindrops pounded against the buildings, making a loud thumping sound.

The rain fell heavily and rapidly, as if trying to wash away the bloodstains and pain of the past fourteen years all at once.

The rain finally stopped after a night of rain.

A new mound of earth has risen in the cemetery.