Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Is the information in Chapter 168 forged?

"How did you find their address?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

"They can find the addresses of internet celebrities and some stars, so isn't it normal for me to find their addresses?" Zhu Xuan said.

"Was it also bought with money?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

"I looked it up myself," Zhu Xuan said. "I paid for classes, I was in the same class as Luo Min, didn't I just say that? Why are you asking again, how did you get to this level of intelligence? Is your family rich? Did you buy it?"

This level of attack was nothing more than a tickle to Zhuang Yanzheng.

He ignored him and continued, "What kind of organization teaches how to find someone else's address? Which organization?"

“They only taught me the basics; I learned the rest on my own.” Zhu Xuan sighed slowly. “In this day and age, information is almost transparent. It’s easy to find someone’s address through food delivery, express delivery, or phone numbers.”

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her: "What's your computer password?"

Zhu Xuan paused for a moment, then recited a password consisting of letters, numbers, and various punctuation marks.

The police officer next to them immediately made a note of it.

Seeing that he had memorized it, Zhuang Yanzheng had Zhu Xuan repeat it again.

Only after confirming that she said the same thing twice did they allow them to take the password to the technical department.

"I've told you everything I needed to tell you, is that enough?" Zhu Xuan said.

"Who taught you kung fu?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked again.

"I learned it on my own," Zhu Xuan said.

"Self-taught?" Zhuang Yanzheng said, "You killed someone, and while your dismemberment technique wasn't very skilled, your killing method was swift and decisive. What skill did you teach yourself to become so proficient in murder?"

Moreover, she was too calm. Ordinary people, no matter how much they hate, will always feel fear when killing someone, at the moment the blade cuts through the flesh.

Zhu Xuan remained silent.

Seeing her silence, Zhuang Yanzheng looked down at her file again.

He is from Jicheng and is thirty-two years old this year.

When he was eight years old, both his parents died.

Then the information on her schooling was that she attended school in Jicheng.

"After your parents passed away, who took care of you?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“Grandpa and Grandma,” Zhu Xuan replied.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at the information he found, but there was no information about her grandparents: "What happened next?"

"Later, when I was a teenager, my grandparents passed away, and I started living on my own," Zhu Xuan said. "I applied for student loans to go to university."

"When did Grandpa and Grandma pass away?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked again.

“My grandfather passed away when I was ten, and my grandmother passed away when I was seventeen,” Zhu Xuan said.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her expression.

Except when Shi Xiaoru was mentioned, when her expression changed noticeably, her expression remained indifferent the rest of the time.

Zhuang Yanzheng had someone contact the local police to verify the information.

He always felt that something was not quite right.

"Besides your grandparents, do you have any other relatives?"

"No," Zhu Xuan said.

“You’re lying,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

"Yeah, I lied, so what? What can you do to me if I don't want to tell the truth?" Zhu Xuan said with a smile.

Zhuang Yanzheng narrowed his eyes.

“What can you do to me? My fate is death. I’ve come this far, what do I have to fear? I’ll say what I want to say, and there’s nothing you can do about what I don’t want to say.” Zhu Xuan said, looking at the camera. “Even if you turn it off, I won’t say what I don’t want to say. Your ‘confess and you’ll be treated leniently’ won’t work on me.”

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her.

Such people may seem honest, but they are stubborn to the core.

It's hard to get her to talk about things she doesn't want to.

Zhuang Yanzheng didn't say anything more, closed the document in his hand, and decided to wait until the police in Jicheng had more details about Zhu Xuan's family before asking her.

Shi Xiaoru will also be able to arrive in Jinghai in the afternoon.

You can ask her again.

Just as he was about to get up, Zhu Xuan said again, "Don't waste your energy. Even if you interrogate me for 48 or 72 hours in shifts, I won't say what I don't want to say."

Zhuang Yanzheng left the interrogation room without saying anything.

Su Miaoyi put down her headphones and went to find him.

The two met, exchanged a glance, neither said anything, and then walked together towards the office area. It was almost noon.

News came from the Jicheng police.

I went to her hometown according to the address on Zhu Xuan's information.

I asked around among the neighbors, and it turns out there used to be a family surnamed Zhu.

The elderly couple had a young granddaughter with them.

However, the elderly couple passed away one after another, and their granddaughter never went back.

I showed Zhu Xuan's photo to the neighbors, but after so many years, they don't recognize her very well anymore.

Some say it seems so, others say it's hard to say for sure, they're not sure.

In the conference room.

After Zhuang Yanzheng shared this information, everyone fell silent for a moment.

Lu Zhishen looked at Zhu Xuan's information.

I have educational experience from elementary school to university.

However, the photos in the materials only show students from high school to university.

"Zhu Xuan said that her grandmother passed away when she was seventeen. Her neighbors in her hometown of Jicheng said that after her grandparents passed away one after another, she didn't know where she went." Lu Zhishen had stayed up all night, and his already pale complexion had become even paler. He felt like his brain was about to stop working as he spoke.

He probably did pause for a moment, so he paused as well.

Everyone waited for him for a few seconds.

He continued, "The photo in the file shows him in high school, around sixteen or seventeen years old. The neighbors shouldn't be so uncertain."

“I think so too,” Qi Feng said. “I was a big fat guy in my hometown before junior high school. After more than ten years, I went back to my hometown and lost weight, but the old grandpas and grandmas there could still recognize me at a glance.”

"Moreover, many parts of Zhu Xuan's information are unclear," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "Even if the internet wasn't as developed when she was young, there shouldn't be so little information. Even if the internet wasn't developed, the local authorities should have kept records at that time, and all of it should have been registered and organized afterward."

Zhu Xuan's information only shows that her parents have passed away.

There is no information about the grandparents.

From age seven to seventeen, events such as the census should be recorded.

"Could her information be fake?" Chu Xingrou asked.

If it is counterfeit
There really was a family surnamed Zhu in Jicheng back then, and their granddaughter lived with her grandparents.

However, this granddaughter is not the current Zhu Xuan.

"Or the information is true. Zhu Xuan's skills are so good because she encountered someone after her grandparents passed away. It's also possible that she met someone in recent years," Yan Cheng said.

Zhuang Yanzheng nodded, "That makes sense."

He glanced at the time; Shi Xiaoru's plane would land in two hours.

"Let's eat first."

Everyone walked outside.

As they left the conference room, Su Miaoyi leaned her head on Chu Xingrou's shoulder.

I caught a chill this morning and my nose started getting stuffy.

My nose is blocked, and I feel dizzy.

Chu Xingrou touched her forehead; it wasn't hot. "The culprit has been caught, Sister Miaomiao. Why don't you finish your meal and go back?"

"It's nothing," Su Miaoyi said. "I'm just hungry. I'll feel better after I eat."

"Eat noodles," the voice in my head said.

Su Miaoyi closed her eyes and followed Chu Xingrou toward the cafeteria, silently conversing with the voice in her head: "I think you look like noodles."

"I look just like you," the voice in my head said.

Su Miaoyi ignored her and walked to the stairwell, straightened up, and went downstairs.

After taking a few steps down, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

Chu Xingrou stopped with her: "Sister Miaomiao, what's wrong?"

Su Miaoyi looked at her, paused for a few seconds, and said, "You go to the cafeteria first. I have something to say to Captain Zhuang."

"Oh."

Su Miaoyi turned around and went upstairs, then ran back to the conference room.

Zhuang Yanzheng had just come out of the conference room.

Su Miaoyi ran up to him, grabbed his arm, and pulled him into the conference room.