Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 247 Perfectionism 1
In the middle of the night, Zheng Yan received another harassing phone call, something he hadn't done in a long time.

All it takes is a simple "Someone's dead, come quick!" and he'll open his eyes, risking being kicked by his wife to get dressed and head out the door.

Stepping outside, I realized it wasn't the usual midnight, but rather the time approaching dawn, with a pale blue hue already settling on the horizon.

So when he and Tan Ming and Xiao Chen arrived at the place, they happened to run into Tan Jia and Lin Zhiyue having breakfast.

A sumptuous breakfast spread across half the table. Zheng Yan sat down and first took a plate of shrimp dumplings to eat. When he met Lin Zhiyue's cold and blunt gaze, he waved his hand and said, "Don't be so stingy."

He even acted as their matchmaker.

Then, after devouring two shrimp dumplings in one go, he asked Tan Jia, "I thought you really wouldn't dream anymore. When I went outside and saw it was almost dawn, I thought the timing didn't match up. I even thought I had just received a scam call. Didn't you mention on the phone that this case wasn't urgent?"

“It was a car accident,” Tan Jia said, sipping her freshly ground soy milk.

"A car accident?" Xiao Chen also took the opportunity to grab a plate of fancy breakfast to eat. In order to avoid meeting Lin Zhiyue's piercing gaze, he spoke up, "It wasn't a car accident where someone fell off a cliff in the deep mountains and forests and no one found them, was it?"

"No, there's a car coming from the opposite direction on the main road."

Tan Ming: "Someone will probably call the police. I'll ask the traffic police what happened."

Tan Jia had clearly recalled the difference between the car accident in her dream and the car accident she had experienced. She explained in detail: "The car on the other side seemed to have its high beams on. The driver of the car involved in the accident didn't know what was going on. He was a beat too slow and reacted very quickly. He turned the steering wheel half a turn and crashed directly into the car on the other side, which seemed to be a semi-trailer."

“He was almost killed,” Zheng Yan frowned. “You saw the whole thing, does that mean the killer was in the car too?”

Tan Jia nodded.

Xiao Chen and Tan Ming paused in their breakfast: "The murderer was in the car too? Then he's dead too?"

“I don’t know. I didn’t see the outside of the car clearly, so I’m not sure where the accident happened. I can only wait for a kind person to call the police and notify the traffic police, who will then report back to you.”

“I’m afraid we won’t be able to wait for them to report it. If the murderer was also in the car, excluding the special circumstances where he genuinely wanted to die with the victim, the only remaining reason is that he deliberately put himself in danger to clear himself of suspicion. In that case, the scene would look very much like an accident, and no one would easily associate it with a murder.” Zheng Yan finished speaking solemnly and then finished off another shrimp dumpling.

Furthermore, if the scene looks like an accident, it would seem strange for them to take the initiative to investigate.

Tan Jia shook her head, having a different thought: "The oncoming car had its high beams on, and the deceased reacted incorrectly. It was practically an accident, so why would the murderer sit in the car and gamble on it?"

Xiao Chen looked over and said, "You mean, maybe the murderer wanted us to know it was murder, to investigate, and because he was also injured during the investigation, we subconsciously overlooked his suspicion?"

Tan Ming: "Wouldn't it even lead to the investigation of other people, following his plan?"

"You haven't even seen the scene yet, and you've already figured out the case?" Zheng Yan finished eating the shrimp dumplings, wiped his mouth, and lectured them.

"Don't make wild guesses before the investigation begins. If you come up with a storyline that you think is very logical, you might get stuck in a preconceived notion and end up going astray when you actually start investigating the case."

As he spoke, he reached for the fruit on the plate, but Lin Zhiyue took away the two most exquisitely cut pieces, leaving him empty-handed.

He was speechless and stared at her.

Then the two servings of fruit appeared in front of Tan Jia. She casually picked up a piece of melon and ate it, saying, "Let's call the traffic police now and ask. I also want to see what the scene is like."

Actually, the traffic police didn't even need to be involved; the local information push on the internet quickly reported the car accident.

"A major accident occurred at 4:52 this morning on Chengnan Avenue, involving a private car and a semi-trailer truck, resulting in one death and one injury, and causing a traffic jam of hundreds of vehicles..." The photos from the scene only showed the private car after the accident, which was smashed to pieces. The driver's seat was blurred out, and the back seat was also not visible.

The semi-trailer truck that collided with it was parked right next to it, and the whole scene looked like a tragedy caused by an accident.

Everyone except Tan Jia and the members of the Criminal Investigation Team Two thought so.

Therefore, the traffic police were surprised and hesitant when they learned that the city's criminal investigation team was coming to investigate the accident.

Tan Jia followed Zheng Yan and the others to the scene.

The accident site has been cleared, with scattered private cars and semi-trailer trucks parked on the emergency lane, and the bodies have been taken away by ambulances.

They only had the car body left to inspect.

"You guys were quick. If you had come a few minutes later, the money from selling this car for scrap metal would have been circulating in the vegetable market." Zheng Yan said, leaning into the car to check. His gaze lingered on the bloodstains on the airbag for a few seconds before he bent down to check the brakes and accelerator.

"The brakes look fine."

Traffic police: "We checked and the brakes were working when the accident happened. It's just that the distance was too close, and the person was probably very flustered. They didn't even know which car in which lane had its high beams on, and they just turned right and crashed into the largest semi-trailer."

After watching them dab blood with cotton swabs and put it into an evidence bag, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you think this wasn't an accident? Did the deceased driver have another identity?"

Otherwise, why would they suddenly come to investigate this car accident?

"Whether it was an accident or not, we'll only know after the investigation," Zheng Yan said evasively, then turned to instruct Xiao Chen to take photos of every part of the car.

Then, pretending not to see the traffic police's curiosity, he looked around for Tan Jia and found him gazing at the horizon ahead.

"What are you looking at?" He stepped forward and looked into the distance with him.

Tan Jia raised his chin: "The place where I had a car accident a few months ago is just one or two kilometers ahead of this road."

“I know about that. There was a car going the wrong way at high speed. A girl was having an anxiety attack and stopped on the side of the road to take her medication. The car parallel to her didn't have room to avoid it and collided with the car going the wrong way. Because it was a downhill section of the road, several large trucks behind couldn't brake in time, causing a chain-reaction collision. The taxi you were in swerved to avoid it and crashed into the guardrail. Both the driver and you survived.”

"What, you think there's a connection between these two car accidents?"

“What connection could there be?” Tan Jia looked away. “I just think it’s a bit of a coincidence. When I dreamt last night, I initially thought it was about the car accident from a few months ago, but then it dawned on me that the deceased and the taxi driver were dressed differently, and the size and interior of their cars were also different. The deceased was wearing a watch on his wrist, which must have been very expensive.”

Zheng Yan nodded: "He's a rich man, you can tell. That car isn't cheap. I just wonder who's sitting in the back seat."

A passing traffic policeman asked in confusion, "Back seat? There's no one in the back seat."

Tan Jia, Zheng Yan, and the others all turned around in surprise and asked, "Is there no one in the back seat? Weren't they saying one was dead and one was injured?"

"The injured person was the driver of the semi-trailer truck."

They remained silent for a long time, staring at each other, a chill running down their spines.

This should be the last case. It's coming to an end.