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

Is Chapter 393 a sign of mental instability?

“After I got home last Friday night, I tidied up and went to sleep,” Duan Zhixi said. “You can’t suspect me just because there’s a security fence in my house that can be opened, can you? What’s your basis for suspecting me? What evidence do you have?”

Su Miaoyi and the other two fell silent for a moment.

There is indeed no substantial evidence.

The shadow captured by the surveillance camera on the back street of He Bin's villa is identifiable as a human shadow, but it's impossible to determine the height from that shadow.

And it's just a shadow, it doesn't prove anything.

Su Miaoyi said, "After you returned to He Bin's villa last Friday night, you gave He Bin three hangover pills. Where did the pills come from?"

Duan Zhixi looked at her speechlessly.

“Answer me,” Su Miaoyi said.

Duan Zhixi began to get impatient: "I've already said that I didn't go back to He Bin's villa. What's going on with you?! How many times do I have to say it! What are you asking me! You keep asking me about things I didn't do, are you trying to pin the murder on me? I'll say it again, I didn't go back to the villa, and I don't know anything about hangover cures."

"You gave He Bin and the woman on the third floor what you called a hangover cure, but it was actually a sleeping pill. After you gave them the pills, you went to the guest room on the fourth floor. You originally intended to give the woman in the guest room on the fourth floor the pills as well, but when you arrived, the woman in the guest room on the fourth floor was already delirious, so you took her to the bathroom, pushed her into the bathtub, and drowned her."

As Su Miaoyi spoke, the three of them observed Duan Zhixi's expression.

"After the woman on the fourth floor drowned, you went back to the third floor. He Bin's drug had taken effect, and when he leaned against you in a daze, you slashed his neck with a kitchen knife."

"Then you wake up the woman on the third floor who has already fallen into a deep sleep due to the drug, help her to the strip of cloth that has been hung up, and then strangle her and hang her up."

"After you hung the woman on the third floor, you went to the second floor and tortured He Bin by a thousand cuts."

Su Miaoyi didn't see how He Bin got downstairs, so she skipped the process and only talked about what she saw and the result given by Yan Cheng, without saying anything else.

But after she finished speaking, all she received was a look from Duan Zhixi as if she were a madwoman.

The more she talked, the more Duan Zhixi's expression made her seem sick.

After a while, Duan Zhixi said, "Making up a story?"

Su Miao's expression remained unchanged, but inside she was going crazy! She was boxing! She was doing a 360-degree backflip!
It's too difficult, too difficult.

Feeling uneasy, feeling uneasy, she needs a counselor.

Duan Zhixi looked at Su Miaoyi for a while and then said, "Does she have some kind of mental problem, like schizophrenia? Maybe she's under too much pressure and is experiencing hallucinations."

Zhuang Yanzheng wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out; he knew that phrase all too well.

Su Miaoyi took a deep breath: "Please refrain from personal attacks."

“I’m not making any personal attacks, I’m just trying to be helpful.” Duan Zhixi’s emotions had calmed down a bit. “I didn’t go back to He Bin’s villa at all last Friday night, so I can’t repeat what you’re saying, all that stuff. My memory isn’t very good, and I’ve already forgotten what you said. If what you’re saying isn’t trying to make me a scapegoat, then it’s very likely that you’re just imagining things. Mental stress can cause this kind of thing, you need to go and get it checked out.”

Su Miaoyi closed her eyes briefly, somewhat resigned, and said, "Thank you for your concern."

“You seem to know a lot about schizophrenia,” Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

Duan Zhixi said, "I've seen some short videos of mental illnesses."

"I remembered it as soon as I saw it; I have a good memory," Su Miaoyi said.

“Not very good,” Duan Zhixi said. “I can’t quite remember what you just said.”

After asking a few more questions, the three men came out of the interrogation room.

All three of them looked exhausted.

“I can’t see any flaws,” Yan Cheng said as he walked over. Lu Zhishen said, “She doesn’t seem to be faking it. She seems genuinely unaware of anything.”

"This is bizarre," said Brother Zheng. "If Le Yan hadn't seen that she was the murderer, I would have truly believed she was innocent."

“Actually, I’m starting to wonder if I’m hallucinating,” Su Miaoyi sighed. “After all, I still have a certificate that diagnosed me with schizophrenia.”

"Don't think like that," Yan Cheng quickly said. "Every time you see a case, it's a real case that actually happened. You really did see the process of the crime."

His tone was very certain, repeatedly affirming what she had seen.

Su Miaoyi looked at him: "Are you really afraid that I will have mental problems? Don't worry, I was just saying that, nothing will happen."

“Dissociative identity disorder is a serious mental health issue,” Yan Cheng said. “You can’t let your mind wander. You have to firmly believe that what you see is a murder that has happened, and the rest of the time it is real life.”

"Okay," Su Miaoyi said. "Don't worry."

"What do we do next?" Lu Zhishen asked.

"Let's have dinner first," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "Try to find evidence, otherwise we'll have to release them when the time comes."

Lu Zhishen looked at Su Miaoyi: "When will you apply for a special privilege so that she can arrest any murderer she sees, regardless of the evidence?"

"Is this realistic?" Zhuang Yanzheng looked at him.

Lu Zhishen shook his head, the little bun on his head swaying slightly: "It's unrealistic."

Even if an arrest is approved without evidence, what happens when it comes to the trial stage?

Our lawyers were simply abusing their privileges.

The opposing lawyer kept raising questions, asking why there was no evidence and why there was no evidence.

In the future, this privilege will be seen as an unfair power and will not be accepted by the public.

Su Miaoyi looked at the little tuft of hair on his head: "So ugly."

“I don’t believe it,” Lu Zhishen said.

As the group walked towards the cafeteria, one of them said, "Didn't you look in the mirror?"

"I'm afraid of looking ugly. I didn't take a picture," Lu Zhishen said.

Su Miaoyi: "? Does ugliness that you can't see mean it's not ugly?"

"Hmm." Lu Zhishen nodded, and Xiaojiujiu nodded as well. "A new hair salon opened downstairs in my building. They're offering a 50% discount and said they used to be a celebrity's stylist."

"So you believed it?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“I don’t believe you,” Lu Zhishen said. “So I want to use my hairstyle to prove that he’s not a celebrity stylist.”

"Putting aside whether it's the stylist or not, the haircut is really good," Su Miaoyi said. "I'll get my hair cut downstairs from your place next time."

"It's good. They even cut my bangs. I couldn't tuck them behind my ears, and they would block my eyes when I was drawing, so I had to tie them up." Lu Zhishen said, taking a small hair tie out of his pocket and giving it to her.

In the time it took Zhuang Yanzheng to go down one flight of stairs, he turned his head and his one little bun turned into two little buns.

Zhuang Yanzheng: "."

Zhuang Yanzheng: "Are you two pretending to be twins?"

(End of this chapter)