Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 1 Murder in a Dream?
The night was like a thick, wet quilt, covering the chirping of insects and birds, and also silencing the groans of mouths and noses.

The woman, whose neck was being choked, had eyes that seemed about to pop out of their sockets. She gasped for breath and struggled violently.

The face that was about to suffocate looked a bit scary, like the glaring Zhong Kui pasted on the door panel for the New Year. The hands that had been choking her neck for a long time began to tremble. In panic and hatred, one of the hands freed up and grabbed a stone, which was then smashed hard against that face!

One blow, two blows, blood splattered out. The person who did it reflexively closed his eyes, trembling like a leaf, but still brought down a third blow, hitting the woman's red mole between her eyebrows.

The struggling movements gradually stiffened until death, at which point the hand gripping the neck trembled and released its hold.

The stench of blood was so intense that all that could be heard in the world was the sound of a heart pounding wildly. The hand holding the stone slammed it down on the corpse's forehead with a ferocious force, shattering the brow bone!
The thick, panting sound from his throat dissipated across the wide grass. A few minutes later, the man seemed to realize what he had done, scrambled to his feet, and stumbled away.

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The crisp chirping of birds heralds the start of a new day.

After finishing his meal, Tan Ming prepared to head to the Municipal Bureau. Seeing that he still had some time, he put on his jacket and went upstairs, knocking on the only occupied room on the second floor.

"Tan Jia, get up and eat."

The door wasn't open, but the curtains on the other side of the corridor were drawn back, revealing a listless face; even the green ends of his hair looked less vibrant than usual.

"I understand," she said, continuing to sculpt the human-shaped clay figure on the table.

Tan Ming raised his eyebrows strangely, his gaze falling on the clay sculpture that looked neither like a human nor a chicken.

After the 129 major car accident, Tan Jia, as one of the lucky survivors, seemed normal, but was judged to have a high probability of developing mental illness. So during his time in Jiujiang, he followed the doctor's advice and kept learning dough sculpting from his aunt—Tan Ming's mother—to distract himself and adjust his mood.

However, her cooperation level was not as high as that of Ms. Tan's other patients; she wouldn't even knead a lump of dough that had dried out and hardened.

I got up early this morning and started working hard.

Although the results of our efforts were terrible.

"What's wrong? Didn't sleep well? Had a nightmare?" Tan Ming knocked on the window and asked.

Tan Jia glanced at him, then thought of the terrifying dream she had last night.

She always felt that she had a strong ability to withstand pressure and would never dream of vengeful spirits after seeing someone die at a car accident scene, so she didn't need any psychological counseling.

But the dream was so real; the splattered blood seemed to be warm, and I woke up in the morning with my forehead covered in cold sweat.

She didn't dream of anyone coming to take her life, but she dreamed of herself transforming into a murderous maniac in the rainy night and taking other people's lives.

She found it hard to accept that she had jumped directly to the level of a psychopath, and thought that it would be nice if making clay figurines could relieve stress.

But after looking at the dough figurine he had been kneading for half an hour, Tan Jia remained expressionless, slapped it flat into a lump of dough, got up, opened the door, and ate breakfast.

Tan Ming glanced at the lump of dough and followed him downstairs.

The breakfast I bought was laid out on the table. My aunt was busy tidying up the things while asking me questions.

"Jiajia, your brother and I are going to the subordinate counties today and won't be back until tomorrow morning. You'll easily overthink things if you stay home alone. Why don't you go out with your uncle?"

Aunt Tan Xuehui is a rare child psychologist in this city. She is usually seconded to the criminal investigation team to help when there are cases involving women and children.

Tan Jia took a bite of the braised pork bun, then habitually refused.

"That's not a good idea, Uncle has to work."

Aunt: "His job is to mediate between the people. He doesn't do anything serious, it's all gossip. You can go with him around and meet other people."

Uncle He Jianming was displeased: "Don't look down on my work. How is it not serious? And it's all about old men and women. What are you letting Jiajia listen to? Even Tan Ming would cover his ears and run away if he heard it."

Tan Ming: "...I'm leaving now."

Tan Xue ignored her son and retorted to He Jianming's defense: "For minor cases, there's no need for mediation at all; for serious cases, it's even less necessary—we just take them to the police station. I really don't know how you find it so enjoyable. Last time I mediated a case involving a young man who was sponging off his parents, I got kicked and almost had to go to the hospital. The time before that, I mediated a case involving an elderly couple in their seventies and got covered in excrement..."

"Alright, alright," He Jianming couldn't stand having his embarrassing moments brought up again. He packed two steamed buns and called Tan Jia over. "Let's go. It'll be good for you to go for a walk with your uncle and clear your head."

Tan Jia could only take a cup of soy milk with him and wander out, riding on his uncle's electric scooter.

Jiujiang is a city with a rich cultural atmosphere. It is not particularly developed, but it is quiet, law-abiding, and very suitable for living.

When it comes to the city's legal system, the Tan family of three are all builders.

Tan Ming is a member of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment, Tan Xuehui is a women and children's psychologist, and He Jianming is a police officer who became a resident mediator. His main job is to help everyone from centenarians to infants reduce conflicts and increase family happiness. This time, they are mediating a marital conflict between a middle-aged couple. The applicant is a 47-year-old woman who lives in the former glass factory workers' community.

The one-bedroom, two-living-room apartment couldn't fit so many people, so Tan Jia waited at the door while drinking soy milk, kneading a dough ball in her hand.

There was a group of onlookers nearby, slurping noodles and listening to gossip, occasionally glancing at the strangely fashionable stranger next to them.

"Luo Mei is really bold, inviting people to listen to her family's shameful affairs."

"Wang Yong is shameless! The news has even reached his youngest daughter's school. Luo Mei definitely wants a divorce and to take the child with her."

"We should call her sister-in-law over; they're both shameless!"

"They've already run away, why would they come back to cause trouble?"

Tan Jia wasn't interested in the love and hate entanglements of middle-aged men and women. He went to throw his soy milk cup halfway through the conversation, and when he returned, he heard a roar erupt from the room.

"He's such a jerk! When he was young, he liked younger women, and now that he's fifty, he says he likes older women. Fine, you like them, but he's only after my sister-in-law! He even sent her a voice message in the bathroom in the middle of the night saying he missed her so much that his chest and butt hurt!"

The onlookers outside burst into laughter.

"It's probably not just your butt that hurts—"

Tan Jia: "..."

She looked inside and saw that the middle-aged woman next to her uncle was very agitated, her face flushed, and her gold-ringed finger was almost poking the man's face.

The old man didn't seem to react much, keeping his head down and remaining silent.

He Jianming turned to the man and asked, "Is it true? You and that woman are having an affair?"

The man lowered his head and stammered that he didn't.

The woman's anger flared up again. She poked his forehead with her finger and yelled even louder, "Nonsense! Go ask everyone here, who doesn't know about your scandalous affair?! She's got lovers everywhere. You go to see my brother every day or two. Even when he's not there, you stay there for half a day. What are you doing there? My brother is such a coward, too afraid to ask..."

"Your sister-in-law ran off with someone else, what's the point of saying all this? You're shameless and loud!"

"What you did was utterly shameless!"

Embarrassed in front of so many people, the man's face turned bright red. He stood up and started fighting with his wife, pulling her hair and slapping her, neither of them giving an inch.

A fight in public would be disastrous, so the mediators quickly intervened to break it up.

"Let go! No fighting!"

But one of them was burly and the other was sturdy and heavy, and they couldn't stop them at all. Seeing that He Jianming was about to be accidentally injured again, Tan Jia had no choice but to go in and help break up the fight. He put the dough in his hand, looked left and right, picked up a clothesline pole, stuck it into the middle-aged man's cheap belt, and gave it a hard jerk.

Wang Yong cried out in pain as the prying was made, and had to let go to save himself first.

Even after being released, Luo Mei remained relentless, her leg attacks proving too much for the three of them to handle. She was eager to expose all the scandals involving her sister-in-law and her husband, and in her excitement, she spat saliva all over the place.

"...They said she had a red mole between her eyebrows, and when she was drunk, she would tell his children that she was as beautiful as Guanyin. He was cursed when he saw her... She bought a few pairs of red underwear and asked if they were for me. He said they were for himself. A fifty-year-old man wearing red briefs... Pah! You're just shameless!"

Red mole?

Tan Jia's eyelids twitched, and her hand holding the clothesline pole unconsciously tightened.

The middle-aged woman I dreamt of being murdered last night happened to have a red mole between her eyebrows. Was it a coincidence?
Ta-da! We meet again!

The following is a description of this book—

1. A cool, high-powered woman meets a handsome, autistic young man. The male lead appears later in the story and is an automatic follower device for the female lead.

2. In unit cases, the "golden finger" (referring to a specific type of investigative technique) can only see fragments; the focus is on the investigation process.

3. The female lead didn't appear much in the first two cases, but she joined the team in the third case.

4. Daily updates of 4k words at midnight, subject to the specific rules.

5. Each case is kept as short and concise as possible, so you can enjoy reading them.

6. No writing advice accepted. If we don't agree, we'll part ways. Happy reading, everyone! Love you all~
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