Attending ex-girlfriend's wedding, arresting the groom's officer on the spot

Three days later, after all the evidence chains were basically completed, the police escorted Song Fangfang to identify the scene.

The gloomy clouds were so low that they seemed to swallow up the entire city. Lu Chuan led a group of police officers and escorted Song Fangfang, who was handcuffed, to Beishan Park. Within the cordon, the sculpture where the body was found still stood, but now it had lost its mysterious and artistic atmosphere, and only remained cold and solemn.

Song Fangfang was wearing a plain coat, her hair tied casually behind her head, her eyes were empty and numb. When her eyes touched the sculpture, her body trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Let's start here." Lu Chuan's voice was low and serious.

Song Fangfang took a deep breath and began to recount that dark past: "That night, I sent a message to Wang Yaoyao, saying that Chen Hao had something important to give her and asked her to come to the Ingenious Sculpture Studio. I knew she would come because she loved Chen Hao so much." She paused, a trace of resentment flashing in her eyes, "She was wearing that damn off-white dress, with an expectant smile on her face, like a winner."

Walking into the sculpture studio, Song Fangfang pointed to a workbench in the corner and said, "I poured chloroform on a towel in advance and hid it behind me. As soon as she came in, I greeted her with a fake smile and said that Chen Hao couldn't come because of something, so I gave her the things. She was a little disappointed, but still thanked me politely. The moment she lowered her head, I rushed over and covered her mouth and nose with a towel." Song Fangfang's voice became hurried, as if she had returned to that thrilling moment. "She struggled desperately, grabbing my arm with both hands, and her nails dug into my flesh. I could feel her fear, but I couldn't care less. I only had one thought in my mind, which was to make her disappear."

"She struggled for several minutes, her movements gradually weakened, and her body softened. I loosened the towel and looked at her unconscious state, feeling a little bit of pleasure." Song Fangfang had a twisted expression on her face, "I dragged her to the hollow sculpture base that had been prepared long ago. The base was custom-made by Chen Hao, and was originally intended to be used to hide their 'hope', but now it has become Wang Yaoyao's coffin."

She walked to the base, squatted down, and gestured with her handcuffed hands: "This base has a secret door. After I opened it, it took a lot of effort to squeeze her in. I couldn't get her legs in, so I pressed and folded them hard until they were completely in." At this point, Song Fangfang's voice was a little choked, but it was hard to tell whether it was fear or regret. "After squeezing her in, I quickly closed the secret door and sealed the gap with the tools I prepared in advance. I could feel that her body was still warm inside."

"What happened next?" Lu Chuan asked.

"Then I called the people I had contacted in advance and asked them to transport the sculpture base to Beishan Park." Song Fangfang stood up and pointed to the entrance of the park. "They drove a truck and loaded the base onto the truck. I sat in the passenger seat. I didn't dare to speak along the way. I was nervous and scared. When we arrived at the park, they followed my instructions and placed the base under the sculpture. I watched them put the base in place and thought to myself, everything is over."

"Why did you choose to put the body here?" Zhang Hui couldn't help but ask.

Song Fangfang laughed bitterly, "Because Chen Hao said that Wang Yaoyao likes art and sculpture. I want her to stay here forever in this way, so that everyone can see her end. Moreover, I know that there are many people doing morning exercises here every morning, and the body will be discovered soon. I want Chen Hao to taste the pain and let him know the consequences of betraying me."

As Song Fangfang spoke, the police officers took detailed notes and conducted an investigation at the scene. The technicians checked the base of the sculpture again, trying to find more evidence. Song Fangfang, under the escort of the police officers, went to the place where she met Wang Yaoyao and the home where she prepared the tools for the crime.

When Song Fangfang was escorted into the house, the couple's slippers placed at the entrance were still neatly arranged. The wolf head embroidery on the left man's slipper was exactly the same as the logo of Chen Hao's tattoo shop. The click of the security door when it closed was particularly harsh in the silent house. Song Fangfang's eyes swept over the tourist souvenirs placed on the shoe cabinet, and her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the metal edge of the handcuffs, as if she wanted to grab something.

"Chloroform is hidden here." She walked to the dressing table and used her handcuffed hands to pry open the secret compartment. The moment the secret compartment popped open, a pungent chemical smell hit her face. Inside was a small brown bottle with the words on the label blurred. There were also several pairs of medical rubber gloves, a small wrench and a roll of black tape scattered around. Wang Shuai put on gloves, carefully picked up the small bottle, and checked it under the light: "There are obvious signs of opening and closing the bottle mouth, and Wang Yaoyao's fingerprints were detected on the bottle body."

Zhang Hui opened the notebook in the secret compartment. The receipt between the pages showed that the chloroform was purchased late at night three months ago. Even more shocking was that the notebook was densely covered with Wang Yaoyao's name, some of which were scratched to pieces, and some had vicious curses written next to them. In the corner of a page, "destroy her" was repeatedly written in red marker, and the ink had soaked the paper.

"That night, Chen Hao went to the tattoo parlor as usual." Song Fangfang's voice became vague. She walked to the window and stroked the folds on the curtains, where there were still small holes left by Chen Hao's smoking. "I sat on the sofa in the living room, watching the clock on the wall tick by. When the pointer pointed to eight o'clock, I knew it was time." She suddenly turned around, with a flash of madness in her eyes. "Do you know? I practiced countless times in front of the mirror, practicing how to smile at her and how to let her let down her guard."

As she spoke, she slowly walked into the bedroom. In the photo frame on the bedside, Song Fangfang and Chen Hao were wearing couple outfits and smiling brightly. Next to the photo was a heart-shaped jewelry box. Song Fangfang opened it tremblingly, and inside lay an exquisite diamond ring - that was their wedding ring. "On the day we got married, he said he would love me forever." Tears slid down her cheeks, making small splashes on the ground, "But when I found the chat records between him and Wang Yaoyao on his phone and found that they agreed to leave together, I felt like the whole world collapsed."

She suddenly grabbed the photo frame and threw it to the ground. (End of this chapter)