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

Could Chapter 403 be a remnant of the Jiang family?

Su Miaoyi looked at the portrait on her phone again and asked Di Jia, "When did this person use your car?"

“Yeah, it’s been about two years,” Di Jia said. “I don’t remember exactly, but I remember it was autumn, and the weather was just starting to get a little cool. I was leaving my dad’s place, and Aunt Lu, who is now my dad’s wife, bought me a coat to wear. But then we got into a car accident on the way, and the coat got covered in blood. I only wore the new coat for about ten minutes before I had to throw it away.”

"What happened in the car accident?" Su Miaoyi asked.

“A novice driver stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake and crashed into the back of my car,” Di Jia said. “I hit my head and bled a lot. The airbags also deployed and knocked me unconscious.”

"Did you see the person who hit you afterward?" Su Miaoyi asked.

“My mom handled the rest of the matter; I didn’t see the driver who hit me,” Di Jia said.

Su Miaoyi did not speak.

The car was lent out during the day, and the accident happened that night.

Could there be some connection?

"What is your relationship with your father like?" Su Miaoyi asked again.

Di Jia looked at her: "Is this also related to the case?"

Su Miaoyi looked at him and then nodded: "I need to know more about it."

Something had just flashed through her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it; she had a feeling it was related to her father.

Di Jia took a deep breath and said, "My dad only has two children, my brother and me. When we were little, he didn't care about us at all. Later, he and his current wife never had any children, so my dad started to contact my brother and me again."

Su Miaoyi looked at him.

Di Jia gave a bitter smile: "If I still keep in touch with my dad like this, wouldn't it be unfair to my mom?"

Su Miaoyi did not speak.

He now describes his father's state as completely different from before.

Just now, it seemed like he was maintaining the image of a father in front of outsiders, creating a decent family environment. But now it's more like he's torn off those pretenses, revealing the real situation.

“When my parents divorced, my family was considered to have a little money. My mother didn’t ask for a single penny in order to get custody of me and my brother.” Di Jia turned the paper cup on the table. “You’re a girl, so you probably don’t know how much a boy can eat when he’s growing. My mother suffered so much hardship and pain raising the two of us.”

“I can’t kill my father, so the only way I can think of to get revenge on him is to turn his money into my mother’s money. That money should have been my mother’s in the first place, but he threatened her with custody of both of us. If it weren’t for wanting to get revenge on him and pretending to be his good son, I definitely wouldn’t have lent his car to his friend.”

"Do you still have contact with him?" Su Miaoyi didn't use the words "your father" again.

“We haven’t been in contact for over a year,” Di Jia said. “I’ve done what I wanted to do. I tricked him, and his company suffered a lot of losses. He was also very angry. There’s no need for us to stay in touch.”

"And what about his current wife? What's she like?" Su Miaoyi asked.

“Actually, we don’t have much contact, but every time we meet, they are very nice to us,” Di Jia said.

Su Miaoyi nodded: "Do you remember what the driver who borrowed the car looked like?"

"I think I vaguely remember it."

Su Miaoyi thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you know where that person surnamed Chang is from?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it," Di Jia said.

Su Miaoyi went to find Lu Zhishen: "Is there such a person in the municipal bureau system?"

"No," Lu Zhishen said. "We are expanding the search area."

"I also need to draw a person."

"Let's go." Lu Zhishen went to the art studio to get pencils and a drawing board, and then the two of them went to the reception room.

Dijia described the driver.

It had been too long, and they had only met briefly; the person wasn't someone he knew well, so he couldn't quite remember.

The portrait drawing process did not go very smoothly.

Su Miaoyi sat beside him, listening and watching.

Di Jia did seem to have a vague memory of the driver's appearance, rather than pretending.

Half an hour later, she suddenly asked, "What color clothes was the driver wearing that day?"

Di Jia felt that he had been sitting here for an hour, using his brain to the point that his white hair was about to sprout. It was even more difficult than when he was in class or working.

After Su Miaoyi asked the question, he paused for a moment and said, "Gray, I guess."

"And you? What are you wearing?"

Di Jia thought for a moment, "White, I guess. I usually wear white clothes; I think I was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt that day." Su Miaoyi looked at his white down jacket, "What color was the coat that Aunt Lu you mentioned gave you?"

"Gray. I remember that very clearly because that dress was expensive. I wore it for about ten minutes and then threw it away. I even thought it was pretty..." Di Jia suddenly sat up straight, her expression becoming much more serious. "What do you mean?!"

"I just asked," Su Miaoyi said.

I just asked him about his relationship with his father's side, that's what I wanted to ask about.

Everything was too coincidental; I borrowed the car during the day, and then I had a car accident that night.

She suspected that the person who crashed the car was heading towards the one surnamed Chang, and that Di Jia was the unlucky one.

However, these are all just her guesses, without any evidence.

Di Jia was somewhat dazed: "They used my car to go to Feng Jiang Club either because Mr. Chang wanted to cover his tracks, or because they were using Mr. Chang's enemies to try and harm me."

He analyzed, "The former is more likely, otherwise they would have looked for another opportunity to strike in the last two years. I haven't had any other accidents since that car crash."

"Don't overthink it," Su Miaoyi said.

Di Jia nodded.

As Lu Zhishen drew the portrait, he said, "What about the Fengjiang Club?"

Su Miaoyi looked at him.

Lu Zhishen glanced at her, gave her a reassuring look, and continued to ask Di Jia about the driver's appearance.

Di Jia couldn't quite remember, so the portrait was never fully completed.

Su Miaoyi saw Di Jia off from the Municipal Bureau and went to inquire whether Mr. Chang's portrait had been matched with any information.

Not yet.

She went to the art studio again.

Lu Zhishen is studying the portrait described by Di Jia.

Su Miaoyi stood in front of the snack cabinet, picked through the snacks for a long time, and finally took an ice cream from his small refrigerator.

"Is it related to the Jiang family?" Lu Zhishen asked.

“They went to Fengjiang Club,” Su Miaoyi said. “It was more than two years ago.”

"Could they be remnants of the Jiang family?" Lu Zhishen said.

Su Miaoyi looked at him: "I heard from Captain Kang that the elimination was quite thorough, and I haven't heard of any remnants."

Lu Zhishen remained silent.

Su Miaoyi thought for a moment and said, "I'll call Captain Kang and ask him."

"Ah."

Su Miaoyi went outside to make a phone call, and before leaving, she took two more ice creams from his refrigerator.

Lu Zhishen was distracted while looking at the portrait in his hand and didn't notice.

When she returned, he saw her throw three ice cream wrappers into the trash can, and it suddenly dawned on him: "Is your stomach okay?"

“This is nothing, my stomach is made of steel,” Su Miaoyi said.

"Have you recovered from your stomach bleeding from your injury a while ago? Can you eat cold food?" Lu Zhishen got up and poured her a cup of hot water.

Su Miaoyi looked at the steaming water: "Won't this sudden change from hot to cold cause diarrhea?"

"I don't know," Lu Zhishen said. "Then how can I save your stomach?"

"How about we observe it first?"

"How about we go to the hospital?" Lu Zhishen said, looking at her.

"Let's observe for a while."

After observing for a while, Su Miaoyi was fine, but when Lu Zhishen went home, he still took the small refrigerator with him in the car.

We can't let her eat it, it's too scary.

Su Miaoyi watched the refrigerator leave with a heavy heart.

Looking at her exaggerated performance in the rearview mirror, Lu Zhishen laughed and said, "Drama queen."