Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 249 Perfectionism 3
Third-person perspective?

"You mean when someone dies, my soul is automatically drawn there and becomes a bystander? Like when that infertile man killed his pregnant wife, I sat at the foot of the bed watching; when Qi Sufeng killed those two children in the orchard, I squatted in a tree watching; when this person was killed remotely, I was a passenger who didn't exist?"

After giving a bunch of examples, Tan Jia finally commented on it himself, saying, "It's quite suspenseful. Let's call this case 'The Invisible Passenger'."

Zheng Yan looked at her: "But can you be 100% sure that this won't be the case?"

She fell silent.

It's impossible to be certain. The ability to dream can appear suddenly, like a genetic mutation; you can't predict when it will begin, just as you can't predict when it will end.

What if the dream took a different form? What if the perspective shifted to that of a victim, a witness, or even the evidence?
What if she really recovers and stops dreaming?
The on-site investigation was over, and they were heading back to the police station.

Before leaving, Tan Jia stood by the car door and looked back at the road where she had her car accident a few months ago.

She felt as if she had returned to that day when she sped to see the sunrise in the early hours of the morning. A sense of bewilderment clung tightly to the car door, and no matter how hard she pressed the accelerator or how fast the scenery on both sides of the car window rushed past, it couldn't be swept away.

“You’ve been spacing out a lot these past few days,” Zheng Yan’s voice rang out. “Is the psychotherapy making things worse? Did you run into a perverted doctor like Kuang Fan?”

"I just can't figure something out. A doctor who charges 300 yuan an hour must be a miracle worker."

"What can't you figure out even for 300 yuan an hour?"

"That's just a dream."

"It's a matter of whether you want to dream or not." Zheng Yan glanced at her, then turned back to continue driving. The clicking sound of the left turn signal mixed with his voice, creating a scene reminiscent of listening to Zen on a rainy night.

He said, "I could tell from the very beginning that you pretended to turn yourself in during that elopement case. You didn't want to get involved in other people's troubles at all. Back then, you were clearly impatient with your sleep being disturbed when you were having dreams."

"Because it really disturbed my sleep," Tan Jia said calmly, leaning against the car window while kneading a dough figurine.

"But your attitude improved a lot after you saved a survivor in the child murder case. Until the last time you dreamed that you were the victim in the guesthouse, you became a bit negative again. What was the reason this time?"

Tan Jia turned his head: "Looks like you can earn 300 yuan an hour, Captain Zheng."

"Hey, I've been the captain for so many years, and I've been the one to help your brother and Xiao Chen through their low periods. Then it was Wu Yang, and now it's you. But I can't do anything about someone like Lin Zhiyue who doesn't listen to reason. I'm better at counseling smart people like you."

After Zheng Yan finished speaking, he turned on the car stereo and waited for the intro of an unknown old song to start before asking, "So, what's going on?"

Tan Jia chuckled inexplicably, then turned back to look out the car window.

Halfway through the song, she said, "It's probably because I've really started to want to maintain this ability."

When you have it, you don't feel anything special, but when you want to have it, the first thing that comes is anxiety and panic.

Just like Lin Zhiyue.

In fact, everyone is Lin Zhiyue.

Zheng Yan said in a nonchalant tone, "You're still too young. Let me teach you how a middle-aged person handles things—"

"What?" She sat up slightly and listened attentively.

"—You stay here, pass the exam to get into the criminal investigation team as a special assistant, and I'll guide you in conquering the criminal investigation world."

"........."

She leaned back silently. After a while, the two of them laughed at the same time, their laughter mingling with the middle-aged male singer's carefree singing as they drove out of the car window.

People on the roadside belatedly looked over and could only see half of the car's rear end speeding past, an elbow draped over the right window, and a flash of green hair in the rearview mirror.

...

Upon arriving at the police station, Zheng Yan went to reason with the criminal investigation team, while Tan Jia stayed with the technical group to examine the dashcam footage from the deceased's car and the cell phone.

The tech team was already very familiar with her. They yawned, pulled out a chair for her to sit on, and then their fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly unlocking the phone and tossing it to her like a secondhand phone dealer.

"You look at it yourself first, I'll look at the dashcam footage."

"……Row."

She first went into her phone's photo album and successfully found photos of the deceased.

He turned out to be a very handsome man, and his suit had an expensive sheen.

In a recent photo, he was still wearing the same watch that appeared in Tan Jia's dream. Upon closer inspection, it's a Rolex Submariner in two gold and blue, priced at around 130,000 yuan.

He seems to be a rich and handsome guy.

Considering the ring and necklace found in the car, Tan Jia looked for photos of him with other people.

This one is easy to find because the bright red wedding photo is very eye-catching.

"A handsome man and a beautiful woman," one of the technicians leaned over for a look. "Check the date. More than a month ago... the man is the deceased?"

Tan Jia nodded.

The technician then asked, "Do you suspect that someone orchestrated the car accident to kill him?"

She nodded again: "I also want to know if there was anyone else in the car at the time."

“Nothing has been found yet,” the tech team member muttered, playing the audio from the dashcam for her. “It sounds like he was alone when the accident happened. Apart from the sound of the impact and him coughing up blood, there was no other sound. Going back five hours, he did make a phone call, probably to his wife.”

Tan Jia opened the call log, and the latest one was indeed a call he made to his wife five hours ago.

She wasn't shocked; she just had a "I knew it" reaction.

I knew this case was not simple.

She continued to scroll through the messages on her phone. The chat content on social media seemed normal, and there was nothing suspicious about the bank card transactions.

She found scanned copies of the deceased's identification documents at the end of the scroll.

"Xu Youan is 34 years old this year, and his registered address is Shenlan Shuiwan."

"Deep Blue Bay, there's a swimming pool nicknamed 'Rich Second Generation.' Oh, and there's a business license too; he started a company."

"Who owns the company?" Zheng Yan walked in, leaned closer to look, and asked, "Have you found the deceased's identity information?"

“Hmm,” she reported concisely, “a rich man, who got married a little over a month ago. His wife is a great beauty. A few hours ago, the couple talked on the phone. The deceased said he wouldn’t stay out overnight and would rush back as soon as he finished his business, and he could even pick her up from get off work. Their chat history is quite normal, very much in line with the sweetness of newlyweds, and the woman really is a doctor.”

Zheng Yan sighed: "Yes, it just so happens to be a doctor. Your brother just called to report the latest news: the doctor who performed the surgery on the semi-trailer driver was the deceased's wife. She was busy at the hospital all night and was supposed to meet the deceased after the surgery."