The Mystery of the Inner Demon

Chapter 303 Crocodile Tears

“You told the police that you went home at nine o'clock the night Ma Ziqiang died. Actually, it was Wu Weiwei who went home at that time. You were still outside with Chen Zhuo, putting on a good show under the surveillance cameras to blur the timeline of Ma Ziqiang's death. You didn't go home until after 2 a.m. Chen Zhuo had already tampered with the community's surveillance cameras at that time so that they wouldn't record your return in the middle of the night. But you never expected that someone would be waiting for you at the window. He saw that your lights were still on until the early hours of the morning.”

If the police find out about this, they will know you are lying.

Your plan was meticulous yet fragile; if any one link in the chain breaks, the rest of the timeline becomes invalid. For example, you knew the police would examine Ma Ziqiang's stomach contents, so you cleverly ordered takeout from the same barbecue restaurant for him before he died. However, Fan Xin probably didn't tell you that when he ordered from the menu you provided, he discovered that several dishes weren't even available at the dine-in restaurant. To cut costs, this restaurant sold many leftover ingredients on delivery platforms, some of which the dine-in restaurant hadn't received on the night Ma Ziqiang died.

Therefore, if the police compare the menu that Fan Xin ordered at the barbecue restaurant that night, they will find that Ma Ziqiang had several "out-of-place" foods in his stomach, such as grilled oysters.

You really care about him, judging by the lavish last meal you gave him. If it had just been beef and lamb skewers, you wouldn't have given yourself away.

Song Yun sneered after hearing this: "It's not that I care. Ma Ziqiang likes seafood. If there's no seafood in the snacks I prepare for him to go with his drinks, he won't say anything at the time, but after a few drinks, he'll start beating and scolding me. I had to coax him that day so that he would listen to me and go for a walk downstairs after dinner."

Chen Zhuo knew every surveillance point in the vicinity; he had already told me how to avoid all the cameras. Following the route I had scouted out earlier, I led Ma Ziqiang to the greenbelt. Fan Xin and Chen Zhuo were already waiting there. As planned, we aimed for his temple and struck him hard.

"Who did it?"

"Ha, it has to be me. I've dreamt about it so many times, like that night, smashing him to death." There wasn't a trace of regret on Song Yun's face.

Zhong Kui narrowed her eyes slightly: "Even when you killed Ma Ziqiang, you still didn't lose your mind. The location where you hit him was also planned by you, right? He couldn't bleed. If he did, there would be a flaw in your good show at 2 a.m. - there would be no trace of Ma Ziqiang's blood on the road."

“Of course, this method was Weiwei’s suggestion. She used to be a nurse and knows where the head is most vulnerable. Humph, that place was hidden by trees, and the street was bustling with cars at the time. Even if Ma Ziqiang made some noise, passersby would just think it was a drunkard causing trouble. Fan Xin and Chen Zhuo subdued Ma Ziqiang, and I just knocked on him a few times, and he died. He died so easily, it’s such a pity.” Song Yun’s cold madness was tinged with regret. “We’ve observed it countless times, no one will go into that place. We dumped Ma Ziqiang’s body there. Chen Zhuo changed into the exact same clothes as Ma Ziqiang and went to eat barbecue with Fan Xin. You all know what happened next.”

“You were the man in black with the hoodie, weren’t you? You deliberately appeared at various intersections to confuse the police, and finally went to the place where Ma Qingfeng grows vegetables, where you changed clothes and blended into the crowd of people out for the night,” Zhong Kui said. “At first, the police assumed that the deceased’s father would not be an accomplice, so they didn’t investigate Ma Qingfeng’s confident testimony and alibi. Who would have thought that the son of an alcoholic would make his old father turn against his own family?”

"Hmph, this game of chess, I must say, was played beautifully. However, I won't let you live peacefully under the guise of revenge, Lin Yu. That innocent designer is still waiting for your answer." Zhong Kui stared into Song Yun's eyes, a deathly silence mingled with a deathly madness. It was as if only an even colder, more insane Zhong Kui could suppress the already crazed Song Yun.

As expected, Lin Yu was an irreconcilable sin for Song Yun.

Her complacency was shattered by Zhong Kui's question. Large tears rolled down Song Yun's cheeks, and she soon broke down in sobs, her whole body trembling: "When I killed Ma Ziqiang, there was no turning back, no turning back..." Faced with Song Yun's inability to answer, Zhong Kui answered for her: "One wrong move and the whole game is lost. Faced with the police's slow progress, did you really think you could get away with it and live a happy life from then on? The most despairing thing is not the absence of hope, but the fleeting appearance and disappearance of hope. The love letter Lin Yu left at your door became, in your eyes, a notice to hell."

Killing Ma Ziqiang has exhausted all your wisdom; you've reached a dead end.

Let me guess, it was just a coincidence that that person appeared like a 'savior'.

He teaches you to make mistakes and to ruthlessly eliminate them.

So, once again, you found your good neighbor and, repeating the same trick, set a trap using a fake timeline.

Lin Yu asked you to add him as a friend online. You played along, finding an innocent-looking girl online and using the fake identity of Kong Xiaowen to lure Lin Yu. You easily arranged to meet him at his house late at night.

There's something I'm curious about. When Lin Yu opened the door, he should have known he'd been tricked, so why did he let him in?

"Sigh..." Song Yun's sigh was full of guilt. This was the most normal she had been tonight. "I told him that I was Kong Xiaowen's mother, that I had seen their chat history, and that I wanted to talk to him."

The child actually believed such a clumsy lie.

"Such a simple and kind person, and you still pushed him off the building in the end?"

“I… I had no choice. I dragged Fan Xin, Weiwei, and Chen Zhuo onto this boat. I couldn’t let them die with me. I struggled with the choice between one life and three friends. Believe me, I struggled. But that person told me that everyone dies, and Lin Yu’s death could save the four of us. It was his blessing. God, I actually believed it back then!” Song Yun said, covering her face and crying again. But the tears seeping through her fingers were more like poison, soaked in false compassion.

Footsteps sounded again, and Qi Fei and Wu Shanqiu appeared in front of Song Yun.

Qi Fei pointed to the surveillance camera at the elevator entrance, which had been adjusted in advance to point at Song Yun's door.