You're cast as a villain, and you're supposed to teach the police how to solve cases?

Everyone nodded.

"The reason is quite simple, actually," Meng Yang paused, emphasizing his words.

"Me, and my sister, just the two of us."

Meng Yang stopped, scanned the people present, and then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"No one was killed!"

"We didn't kill anyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Everyone was stunned.

The same thought popped into everyone's mind: Meng Yang has gone mad.

Lu Fei looked at Meng Yang with guilt, and her heart ached at the sight of her brother's resolute expression.

My brother must be possessed; even now he's still insisting he didn't kill anyone.

He Jiajia frowned. What was wrong with Meng Yang?

I told him to say he regretted it, but he's still making excuses.

See? I told you it would turn out differently!

[The situation has reversed; Meng Yang didn't die from the fall, but he was left mentally impaired.]

It's pointless to say things like that now; honestly accepting failure is also a form of progress.

I can only say that their spirit is commendable, but it's not very effective.

Sigh, what an obsession.

Look at those reporters, and that trio—they're all looking at Meng Yang like he's an idiot.

I feel that Meng Yang is the truly professional actor; he just keeps acting until the director yells "cut."

Whether you believe him or not, I do. I don't think Meng Yang is stupid; he definitely has some backup plan.

The body was found in his room. If he has any backup plans, I'll change my mind.

...

"Meng Yang!"

Team Leader Zhao reprimanded sternly.

"Are you still going to deny it now? The body was found in your room. Lu Fei has already confessed to everything. Do you want me to show you her statement?"

To be honest, Captain Zhao was a little angry. There's a limit to how far you can go with making excuses; you can't just spout nonsense.

"Is that so?" Meng Yang turned to look at Captain Zhao, his tone frighteningly calm.

"My sister has been in a bad mood ever since my uncle went missing. She always feels that she didn't take good care of him, which is why he disappeared. Over time, she started to have hallucinations and accumulated a kind of emotion in her heart, which made her slowly believe that she killed her uncle."

"Therefore, her testimony is completely unreliable!"

Those were all her fantasies!

Team Leader Zhao was completely taken aback, as if he were listening to a fairy tale. Damn it, I've seen people make things up, but I've never seen anyone make something up like this.

Everyone looked at Captain Zhao, then at Lu Fei, and they were all confused.

Could it be that Lu Fei is really suffering from delusions?

Lu Fei stared at Meng Yang in disbelief. "When did I develop delusions? How come I didn't know?"

[So that's how it is, so that's how it is. If it weren't for the corpse, I would have believed it too.]

I disagreed with Meng Yang's withdrawal from the literary world back then. He's so good at fabricating stories, and he makes them sound so plausible—he's the only one like him.

[Lu Fei: Am I sick? Or are you sick?]

"Captain Zhao!" Meng Yang pointed at Captain Zhao and questioned, "You arrested my sister and me here to confess based solely on my sister's statement, and even called in so many media outlets. Isn't that too hasty? Do you solve cases so casually?"

He even turned around and questioned him, leaving Captain Zhao speechless.

He Jiajia was dumbfounded. Meng Yang, you're the only one who dares to question the police.

The other reporters, eager for drama, all turned their attention to Captain Zhao, wanting to see how he would handle the situation.

"Meng Yang! The body is right there, what else do you have to say?" Captain Zhao's tone became harsh, he was really angry.

"You mean that suitcase?"

"Yes! Your sister has confessed; your uncle's body is inside."

"Really?" Meng Yang's expression became subtle. "Captain Zhao, I already told you, my sister has delusions. How can you still believe her?"

"If I don't believe her, why would I believe you?"

Team Leader Zhao roared in anger.

"Xiao Song, open the box and see what else he has to say."

Song Ci nodded, put on a mask and gloves, then walked up to the box and raised his hands in greeting.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense. No matter how eloquently Meng Yang spoke, once the body in the box was exposed to the light, he would not be able to escape.

Wow, this feels like watching a World Cup penalty shootout.

[Cristiano Ronaldo: I haven't scored a single goal yet, while Messi and Mourinho next door are playing like they've been given a cheat code. Am I nervous?]

I feel there will be a twist.

[What reversal? I think Meng Yang is just sick, seriously sick.]

...

More than a dozen cameras were pointed at Song Ci, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Sizzle!

The sound of the zipper tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

Song Ci carefully opened the box.

The reporters couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward, snapping photos of everything inside. Exclamations of surprise came from the front.

"Bones! It's bones!"

"So many bones! My God!"

"That's too cruel!"

There were so many reporters that it took He Jiajia a long time to squeeze in.

The black leather suitcase in front of her was filled with bones. Although she couldn't identify what parts of her body they were, it didn't matter anymore.

irrefutable evidence!

This is irrefutable evidence!

[See that? See that? A reversal? A reversal? Spain draws at Cape Vid for the second time?]

Damn, so many, that's a bit scary.

[They're all in chunks; Meng Yang really has the heart to do that.]

[Damn, this is the first time I've ever realized my bones are so thick and numerous.]

[I must say, the production team really did a great job of making it look like real bones.]

"That's right, it's said to be made of simulated materials, so it must be real."

[I told you he had psychological problems. The facts are right in front of you. What was the point of him trying to deny it?]

[It's all over! Congratulations on the finale!]

...

Seeing the pile of bones in the suitcase, Zhang Cheng in the control room felt relieved.

Meng Yang's confident promises just now have made him a little hesitant.

The main problem is that Meng Yang is too cunning.

Now that's settled, the items are right here, he should have nothing to say this time.

Lu Fei sighed and gently pressed herself against Meng Yang, hoping to offer him some comfort.

"Meng Yang, what else do you have to say? Your uncle's body is right in front of you, what excuses do you have?"

Team Leader Zhao reprimanded him sternly.

After more than ten days of hard work, the trio finally cracked the case, and it was time for him to finally get his revenge.

"He Jiajia! Stop filming the bones, aim at Meng Yang, film his panicked and repentant look!"

Zhang Cheng, holding the walkie-talkie, gave the order: "What's the point of constantly tapping those bones?"

Those are all dead objects; we can reshoot them later.

Only the expressions on Meng Yang's face, from surprise to panic to fear, are the most precious.

Upon hearing the director's command, He Jiajia quickly squeezed out, pointed the microphone at Meng Yang, and the camera began to zoom in on Meng Yang's face.

Meng Yang gently squeezed Lu Fei's hand, his gesture incredibly tender.

Faced with Zhao's questioning, he remained calm and composed, head held high.

"Team Leader Zhao, may I ask you a question?"