Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 248 Perfectionism 2
There was no one in the back seat, so from whose perspective did Tan Jia see the whole process of the deceased's car accident in his dream?

"It's possible the murderer escaped." Zheng Yan's sharp gaze swept towards the nearby area where there might be surveillance cameras.

"Although according to the dream, after such a severe collision, it would be impossible for the people in the back seat to escape. But nothing is absolute. If the murderer had taken all necessary precautions and there were no other cars around, he might have gotten out of the car and left before being seen."

Xiao Chen: "Then all our guesses were wrong. The murderer fled because he didn't want to be found out that this was a murder case. He wanted everyone to think that the deceased had an accident alone in the car. If it weren't for Tan Jia's dream, no one would have found out that there was someone in the back seat. If there were no bloodstains or surveillance footage, it would be even more perfect."

As he spoke, he stared at the road surface, trying to see if there were any bloodstains from the walk, but he couldn't find any.

Tan Jia pondered: "Let's check the surveillance footage and dashcam. I have a feeling that there might not be a third person in the footage."

If the murderer really was watching the victim from inside the car until the accident happened before leaving, not to mention that he might die in the car himself due to uncontrollable injuries, just considering his whereabouts, how could he ensure that he wouldn't be seen, captured by surveillance cameras, or recorded by dashcams when leaving the scene?
If he's seen or photographed, it'll only take two or three minutes to trace him back, right? Would this murderer really be so blatant?
Is this case really that simple?

Zheng Yan exchanged a few words with the traffic police and asked Tan Ming to go to the funeral home to check the deceased's body, find out his identity, and also to have Lao Li perform an autopsy.

They can't file a murder case yet, so they can only follow the traffic police team around for now. Ideally, they should find something amiss that proves it might be a criminal case before they can conduct a full-scale investigation.

After Tan Ming left, the remaining people carefully examined the scene again.

Inside the damaged car, there was blood on the airbags and dashboard, and even bloodstains had splattered onto the passenger seat.

Normally, if you only hit the deployed airbag, the majority of injuries will be internal. You may look fine on the surface, but your cervical spine may actually be broken.

With such a large amount of bleeding, there must have been parts that squeezed and cut the skin or even blood vessels, and one can imagine the terrible state the deceased was in at the time.

Tan Jia imagined the scene in her mind, trying to combine it with the most critical half minute in her dream, and then she leaned out to check the marks on the back seat.

The seats were covered in shards of glass, and the car door was deformed and lodged diagonally. If the perpetrator had been sitting on the left side, he would have been seriously injured instantly and would not have been able to escape safely. However, there was no blood on the left side, indicating that if the perpetrator was indeed in the car, he would not have been sitting on the left side.

She then looked over the right side and finally found a jewelry box stuck on the edge of the car mat. Inside was a sparkling necklace with a simple platinum ring.

"Was the deceased married? Most likely newlyweds. Some people in medicine, nursing, and experimental research don't wear rings, but they string them together on a necklace and wear them around their necks." Zheng Yan took the necklace and squinted to observe it carefully for about ten seconds.

"Look, there are letters engraved inside, X and Y."

"Could the murderer be his wife?" Tan Jia guessed. "Isn't it said that if one spouse dies mysteriously, the murderer is often the other?"

"It's only a possibility," Zheng Yan said rather tactfully. "We still need to find out the victim's identity and investigate whether anyone around them had the time or motive to commit the crime before we can be certain."

Tan Jia remained noncommittal. The necklace, along with its jewelry box, was placed into an evidence bag.

Besides that, they later found the deceased's cell phone in the car; the screen was shattered, but it could still be turned on.

When the screen lit up after being plugged in, they could hardly believe it.

"Once you unlock it, you can see the contents, confirm the deceased's identity, know his chat history with relatives and friends, and discover any hidden secrets?" Xiao Chen asked earnestly.

Zheng Yan glanced at him: "Otherwise, do you have to fly to outer space to see it?"

“But this seems too easy. None of the cases this year have successfully obtained the victim’s phone. I can hardly believe it.” He carefully flipped the phone over.

“You’re crazy,” Zheng Yan kicked him. “Just because you got the phone doesn’t mean there are any useful clues inside. And how do you know the phone belongs to the deceased and wasn’t left behind by the murderer? Go back and have the technical team unlock it first.”

“I know,” Xiao Chen dodged the attack and put his phone into the evidence bag. “I just asked the traffic police, and this accident really does look like an accident.”

"After the accident, the semi-trailer driver called the police. Traffic police and emergency medical personnel arrived and found that the deceased was already dead. After the ambulance took the person away, the traffic police arranged for a tow truck to clear the road as quickly as possible, and then began to investigate the cause and effect of the incident."

“First of all, just a few minutes after the accident, other vehicles came up behind, almost causing a chain collision. This road is the only way in and out of this area, and it quickly became congested. The drivers who were nearby even got out of their cars to check on the deceased and found that he was unresponsive, so they could only try to save the semi-trailer driver first.”

“During this process, no one saw anyone get out of the deceased’s car.”

"After the traffic police arrived and inspected the scene, they preliminarily determined it to be an accident. Before we arrived, they planned to check the vehicle's driving time and surveillance footage to see if the deceased was driving while fatigued or under the influence of alcohol, and whether the semi-trailer driver had committed any traffic violations. Then they would determine the responsibility, notify the family, and pay the compensation as appropriate. That would be the end of the matter."

This is all standard procedure. If it weren't for Tan Jia's dream, this matter would have ended up being handled this way.

Zheng Yan: "Go with us to check the surveillance footage. We'll take the dashcam with us for inspection. The culprit is definitely a person. Even if they can burrow underground, they'll still leave some clues. By the way, have them keep the car safe. We need to have forensic experts scan it and calculate the impact force and angle to see if it really caused this result."

In the previous case, two people died in a car accident. There are so many places in the car where you could tamper with things, so you have to verify them carefully.

Xiao Chen nodded and went back to befriending the traffic police officers.

Then Zheng Yan put his hands on his hips, sighed, and said to Tan Jia, "We need to talk to the team and get them to take over that dismemberment case so we can investigate this ghost case. Are you really sure you were sitting in the back seat in the dream and saw the car get hit?"

“I’m sure. I shouldn’t be at an age where I can’t tell east from west, north from south, front from back, left from right. I still remember the white shirt cuffs rolled up at the elbows of the deceased’s shirt, and the watch face was very shiny.”

"That's strange. How did the murderer escape?" Zheng Yan couldn't figure it out for a moment. He frowned and thought about it, and felt that it was easier to explain from another perspective. "Could it be that your dream... became a third-person perspective?"