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

Chapter 261 I Am Her
"Does Mia know you?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“She doesn’t recognize me,” Su Miaoyi said. “I think she was wearing a veil when I saw her.”

"If this were in Country D, would that person be coming to kill you?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

Su Miaoyi remained silent for a while, searching her memory.

Last year on Xiangyao Street, a man and a woman came to kill her.

Zhuang Yanzheng was referring to that man.

"He said he hoped I would be stronger next time we met," Su Miaoyi thought. "He changed his mind and wants to kill me?"

"It's just a guess, and it might not even be him," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

The man's face flashed through Su Miaoyi's mind, and her head suddenly throbbed with pain.

She closed her eyes briefly: "A hitman hired by Lu Xian?"

“Hmm,” Zhuang Yanzheng said. “She said she had worked with Lu Xian many times. Lu Xian would also come to her when he needed something. She only cared about taking the money; whoever Lu Xian told her to kill, she would kill. Xing Chang, Chang Yong, Feng Ruihao. As for why she killed them, she didn’t know, and she wouldn’t ask.”

"So she took jobs for two people. Lu Xian's and another person's, to kill me."

"Yes."

"Is it 'blood-sealing'? Is it hers?"

"Yes," Zhuang Yanzheng said, "There's a deadly poison in Country D."

"other people"

“The others we caught were all Mia’s people, and none of them knew as much as she did. They did whatever Mia told them to do.”

Su Miaoyi remained silent.

"Lu Xian's whereabouts? Does she know?" Lu Zhishen asked.

"She said she didn't know, and she was very uncooperative, even more arrogant than the one she's with now." Zhuang Yanzheng leaned against the table and glanced at Su Miaoyi sitting next to him.

Su Miaoyi did not speak.

“Mia’s injuries also need to be treated; we’ll have to ask her about them again later,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Lu Zhishen nodded.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at Su Miaoyi: "You should go back first."

Su Miaoyi looked at him.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her for a while, but still couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you? Did she knock you out? Or did she hit your language system?"

He had a loud voice.

Su Miaoyi gave him a disdainful look.

"What kind of look is that?" Zhuang Yanzheng's eyes widened.

"I find you noisy," Su Miaoyi said coldly.

Lu Zhishen smiled to himself.

This is the first person to say this so bluntly to Zhuang Yanzheng.

Zhuang Yanzheng fell silent, no longer saying a word.

Su Miaoyi looked at him again: "Didn't you call her Little Split-Person?"

Zhuang Yanzheng frowned, puzzled and surprised, then straightened up abruptly: "Her? Then who are you?! How do you know everything?"

Lu Zhishen also tensed up for a moment.

“I am her too,” Su Miaoyi said. “We are one person.”

Zhuang Yanzheng remained silent, considering her words: "Dissociative identity disorder?"

Lu Zhishen froze on the spot, staring at Su Miaoyi in front of him.

Su Miaoyi acquiesced.

Zhuang Yanzheng suddenly leaned closer to look at her.

He suddenly leaned closer, and Su Miaoyi raised her hand, almost choking him—a very sharp conditioned reflex.

Zhuang Yanzheng was startled and quickly stood up straight.

He could sense the hidden killing intent in her.

It wasn't directed at him; it was something she inherently possessed.

"What about her?" Lu Zhishen asked, looking for his snack buddy.

"You must be stunned by the beating," Su Miaoyi said.

"Can you come back?" Lu Zhishen asked. Su Miaoyi looked at him: "It depends on my mood."

Lu Zhishen's lips moved, but he didn't say anything more.

Su Miaoyi stood up: "I have a fever, so I'll go back first."

"You have a fever?" Zhuang Yanzheng and Lu Zhishen said together.

Neither of them noticed.

Moreover, apart from being a little pale, there was nothing else to see on her face.

After all, he had many wounds on his body, so it was normal for him to be pale.

Seeing the two of them making a fuss, Su Miaoyi said nothing and walked straight out.

"I'll take you." Lu Zhishen followed. "The doctor prescribed some medicine, some for pain relief and some for fever. The instructions are written on the medicine box; it's in my car."

Zhuang Yanzheng watched her retreating figure. Is this what split personality looks like?

They are practically two completely different people.

He had never seen her so quiet, so cold, so rare.

Zhuang Yanzheng touched the back of his neck.

Think about what has happened in the past year.

First, a person with supernatural abilities who looked somewhat like Qin Leyan appeared before him. Intending to recruit him, he gradually discovered too many clues and realized that this person was indeed Qin Leyan.

Just when she and Qin Leyan looked exactly alike, another unfamiliar personality appeared.

It feels like a stranger wearing the face of a familiar person.

I'm finding it hard to adjust all of a sudden.

After a while, he called Shen Yanzhou and asked him to keep an eye on Su Miaoyi and make sure she didn't get delirious from the fever.

Lu Zhishen originally wanted to take Su Miaoyi to the hospital for another check-up, but Su Miaoyi insisted on going back, so he took her back to Weiyang Palace.

The two barely spoke a word the entire way.

When Su Miaoyi got off the bus, she said "thank you," and Lu Zhishen gave her the medicine he had brought back from the hospital.

Lu Zhishen only left after he was sure she had gone home and that her lights were on.

Back at her residence, Su Miaoyi went to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and then leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed.

She left the medicine in the entryway; she didn't want to take it, thinking she could just tough it out.

The ceiling light was too bright, so she picked up the remote control from the coffee table, and from a considerable distance, smashed it against the wall switch, turning off the light.

The room was plunged into darkness, and she felt the darkness enveloping her, becoming more accustomed to the feeling of being in the dark.

"You're an assassin. Leaving survivors alive is putting yourself in danger," the man's voice rang in my ears.

"I just feel there's no need to go to extremes. Those who deserve to die are dead, why kill innocent people?" she said.

"If you don't kill them today, they will come to kill you tomorrow."

“They can’t see my face, they don’t know who I am,” she said.

“But in the end, they’ll hold me responsible. If they leave someone alive, the first person they’ll think of is me. I sent you to handle trouble, not to cause me trouble,” the man said. “Be good, don’t make me angry.”

“Then let someone else do the killing,” she said. “I won’t kill.”

The man looked at her, then chuckled, "Fine. Then all your nannies, maids, and drivers can forget about living."

She looked at him.

"From now on, anyone who evokes even the slightest feeling in you will die," the man said. "For every one of your men you spare, I will kill them."

She didn't say anything, turned around and left.

"stop."

Upon hearing his voice, she instinctively stopped in her tracks.

The man walked up to her, took her hand, and led her to the room in the backyard.

The room was very dark, and she froze the moment she stepped inside.

After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she looked at the experimental bed inside and the machines on the side.

The sound of electricity seemed to ring in my ears and spread throughout my body.

"Haven't been here in a long time, have you forgotten what it feels like to lie on it?"

　Goodnight everybody

　　(End of this chapter)