Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 252 Perfectionism 6
night.

After returning home, Tan Jia collapsed onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling without moving.

Lin Zhiyue, who was painting in front of the French windows, watched her silently. After a while, he walked over to the sofa and squatted down.

"what happened to you?"

Tan Jia tilted her head slightly to look at him: "The current investigation results suggest that my dream may be wrong."

"Where did we go wrong?"

“Perspective. In my dreams, I always see the crime scene from the perspective of the murderer. This time, I dreamed that the murderer was sitting in the back seat of a car, watching the driver in the driver's seat get hit and killed. But the surveillance footage, eyewitnesses, dashcam footage, and traces at the scene all showed that there was no one in the back seat of the car at the time of the incident.”

Lin Zhiyue stared into her eyes for a while, seemingly deep in thought.

She thought he was going to offer some insights or analysis, but after a moment he simply asked, "Did they criticize you?"

Tan Jia paused for a moment, then shook his head: "Of course not. Investigating cases is not my job. I help out of kindness, and it's normal if I can't help. They won't blame me."

"Yes. So regardless of whether there are any mistakes or not, your words are considered helping, and the rest is their problem."

As he spoke, he stroked the wispy strands of hair at her hairline, and then openly kissed the corner of her lips.

Tan Jia didn't even blink. She scratched his chin with her fingers and gently kissed him again.

"Hmm, I didn't realize you had the potential to be a philosopher. But besides comforting me, I also need some help. Can you help me think of this: if my dream wasn't wrong, then why was there absolutely no trace of anyone else at the scene?"

Lin Zhiyue pressed his face against hers as he pondered.

"You said you opened your eyes and found yourself sitting in the back seat of a car? On the left or the right?"

"On the right, I can clearly see the deceased's profile and his sudden steering wheel jerk."

Was the murderer male or female?

"I'm not sure. It was very dark inside the car, with only a little bit of light from the dashboard. When the high beams of the oncoming vehicle shone on it, it became too bright, and the deceased's outline was exposed, too bright to see clearly. Moreover, the accident happened very quickly. There was no time to observe much before the two cars collided, and then my dream went black."

She spoke slower and slower, and by the end, she seemed to be deep in thought.

Lin Zhiyue continued to ask, "Why didn't the murderer sit in the front passenger seat? Didn't the deceased find it strange?"

“Yeah, why sit in the back seat…” she murmured.

When there is only one passenger, people usually choose to sit in the front passenger seat because it is not appropriate for someone sitting in the back seat to act as if the driver is the chauffeur.

Of course, this is not absolute, but if the deceased knew that there was someone in the back seat and who it was, he would have subconsciously looked back or called out to the other person when the accident happened; in short, he would have had some kind of reaction.

But the deceased in the dream did not show any such tendency; he simply cursed, then frantically tried to react, and died a few seconds later.

Judging from his reaction alone, there should be no one else in the car.

“It’s a camera,” Tan Jia suddenly said. “What I saw was the angle the camera was looking from. Someone was staring at the dead person from behind.”

As for the purpose of watching, it could be to investigate secrets or to witness the death of the deceased. If the camera has other functions, the deceased's irrational behavior at the time may even be related to the person behind it.

She sat up abruptly, pressed Lin Zhiyue down and kissed him hard, then called Zheng Yan.

While waiting for the call to connect, she even poured herself a glass of ice water.

Lin Zhiyue remained squatting in the same spot, gently touching her lips and staring at the water stains on her fingertips.

“Captain Zheng,” Tan Jia began to get down to business, “Where is the deceased’s car? I suspect that the perspective of the murderer in my dream was actually a camera.”

"Huh? Another camera?" Zheng Yan slurped her instant noodles loudly. "Yes," she said seriously, rubbing her fingers against the glass. "I thought about it and realized that what I saw was more like watching a movie. When the screen went black at the end, I just felt a little dizzy. I didn't feel my body flip upside down as the accident happened. I could see my own hands and feet, which means that 'I' wasn't in the car at the time, but I could still see what was happening."

After analyzing the situation, she quickened her pace and said, "After the accident, the perpetrator only needed to remove the camera as soon as possible, and the case would be closed as an accident. But now we've intervened. We moved the car before the family was even notified, so the perpetrator may not have had time to remove the camera."

Zheng Yan quickly followed her train of thought: "It means that if anyone tries to get close to that car now, they are very likely the murderer."

"Correct!"

"I'll go keep an eye on the parking lot right away." Zheng Yan slurped up his instant noodles and quickly left the police station.

Tan Jiasong breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, and finished the remaining half glass of ice water in one gulp.

"Is that all?" Lin Zhiyue sat next to her, staring at her. "I can help you."

"I don't need it for now," she said casually, taking out the dough figurine she always carried with her.

The key to this case is the car, but it's very difficult to sculpt a damaged car. Fallen parts, deformed doors, and the car's front end hanging precariously are all difficult to depict. She was kneading dough strips in her hands, unsure of where to begin.

Lin Zhiyue, who was standing next to her, was shrouded in gloom and stared at her profile.

It wasn't until Tan Jia turned to him and said, "There's another favor I need your help with."

"What?" He smiled and approached.

"I want to sculpt a car..."

The two huddled together and talked for a while. Lin Zhiyue then took out his sketchbook and paintbrush and drew her a wrecked car. He also helped mix colors for the dough.

After he finished, he stared straight at her.

Tan Jia kept his head down, kneading dough, starting to build the car frame, without looking at him the whole time.

Lin Zhiyue waited and waited, but never received the reward he was due. He slowly crumpled the drawing paper into a ball, lowered his eyes, and gently broke the tip of the paintbrush.

A soft laugh suddenly came from the side.

Tan Jia finally looked up at him, reached out and pinched the back of his neck, then put her other hand on the face and touched her own lips.

"A reward." You must be dying to say that.

Lin Zhiyue leaned over, closed his eyes, and tentatively kissed her. Since it was difficult to apply force, he simply braced his arms on the back of her chair, enveloping her in his shadow, and gradually increased the intensity of his kiss.

He kissed her passionately, but Tan Jia suddenly pulled back halfway through. He instinctively closed his eyes and chased after her, but still couldn't reach her. Only then did he open his eyes with trembling eyelashes and look at her. Their breaths were almost touching.

Tan Jia laughed again and bit his lip.

"I need you to come with me to the site tomorrow. Are you willing? You can refuse if you don't want to go."

Lin Zhiyue licked his lips, swallowed, and nodded, saying he was willing.

She then asked mischievously, "Don't you want a reward?"

"No need. I want to help you."

"You're quite innocent when you shouldn't be. If you help me out tomorrow, I'll reward you by picking out clothes for me. Your cousin said she's going shopping soon, and she'll call me when I'm free."

Lin Zhiyue was unhappy again: "Why did she call you?"

"There's nothing I can do. All the girls like me." She raised an eyebrow.