Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 120 The Suitcase Corpse Disposal Case 1
It was another beautiful day with clear skies and blue clouds. A white line flew across the clear sky, and the buzzing of airplanes swept overhead, getting closer and closer.

Tan Jia leaned against the overpass and looked up for a while.

A gentle breeze ruffled her hair. She squinted as she enjoyed the breeze, her nose catching the scent of flowers of various kinds, as well as the delicate aroma of rice dumplings.

The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and my aunt asked her to come back and help make zongzi (sticky rice dumplings). After she finished making them, she even took a string of them home with her.

The zongzi in her bag were heavy, and she didn't know how long it would take her to finish them all by herself, so when she got home, she knocked on the door across the street and gave a few to Lin Zhiyue.

"I don't know what kind of fillings they are. If you don't like any of them, you can share them with the bodyguards."

Lin Zhiyue was wearing a dark T-shirt today, which made his skin look particularly fair. When he reached out to take the zongzi, the faint blue veins on his arm were somewhat noticeable.

Just as he was about to take it, Tan Jia suddenly withdrew his hand, causing him to look up in confusion.

Then she handed it back to him as if nothing had happened, a strange smile on her lips.

“Remember to eat.”

Lin Zhiyue pursed her lips as she looked at her, realizing that she had been inexplicably teased again.

Tan Jia is a special species of jellyfish that has no records of it. He can only rely on his own observation, but the longer he observes it, the less he understands it.

Just like now, he didn't know why she was laughing like that, why she took the rice dumpling back and then took it out again, or what about him had amused her.

But he didn't mind.

After delivering the zongzi, Tan Jia waved goodbye and left.

"I'll take you to a sculpting class tomorrow afternoon at 2 PM. Don't bother me at other times."

"...Aren't you going to eat again?" Lin Zhiyue had been talking a little more lately, and her voice was clearer.

"I'll get up and cook some zongzi if I get hungry, bye." As soon as she finished speaking, the door slammed shut.

The bodyguard in the room listened quietly for a while, and when he heard no more conversation, he went out to call for help.

"A-Yue, you can come back now."

I don't know what's so interesting about that door; every time someone leaves, he stands there for a few minutes.

It's like mentally converting the scene that just happened into video and then into text.

Lin Zhiyue returned to her room, reverting to her cold and silent demeanor, looking at the clock and calculating how much time remained until 2 PM the next day.

Twenty hours to go.

Tan Jia didn't calculate the exact number of hours they would meet. Her timekeeping units were "taking a nap," "staying in bed a little longer," "having a meal," and then it was time to leave.

But man proposes, God disposes; at night, the nightmares I hadn't had for a while returned.

She opened her eyes from her peaceful sleep and found herself dragging a heavy suitcase forward.

In the darkness, a patch of floating colored lights appeared in the distance; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a reflection on the river.

On the opposite bank were shops with neon signs lit up all night, mostly bars, KTVs, and dance halls. But on this side of the river, there were only overgrown weeds and insects buzzing in the pitch-black night.

She dragged the box to the riverbank, panting, and squatted down, not daring to go too far out of the grass. She carefully observed her surroundings and only squatted down to shake her hands, which were sore from the tightness, after confirming that no one was around.

Then, looking at the box, my heart pounded with fear, followed by disgust.

Feelings of disgust reached their peak. "She" stood up, kicked the box into the river, then kicked it further away, watching it slowly being washed away and sinking, a relaxed smile appearing on her face.

Then, without a second thought, he turned and left, the rustling sound of his body scraping against the weeds masking the subtle struggles inside the box that had sunk into the river.

When all was quiet, "she" got into the car, turned the key, and the engine's hum jolted Tan Jia awake from her dream—

After taking several deep breaths, her breathing calmed down, and then a few words flashed through her mind:
Body dumping case!
It is unknown whether the victim is dead or alive.

She ran a hand through her hair, quickly put on her clothes, and called Zheng Yan. But the other end replied that he was on another call. She frowned and called Tan Ming, but he was still on another call.

Are you busy with some other case?
Not wanting to waste time, she simply grabbed her keys and headed out. The night was thinning outside; it was probably less than two hours until dawn.

As she walked across the street, she yawned and called Lin Zhiyue. The moment the call connected, the hoarse voice on the other end hadn't even finished calling out "Tan Jia" before being interrupted by her words.

"Can I borrow your car?"

……

A black car sped past on the four-lane road.

Tan Jia was driving very fast. When the car window was rolled down, the wind that rushed in made the hair of the two people in the car all messy.

Lin Zhiyue sat in the passenger seat, and even those who weren't usually talkative couldn't help but remind her, "Slow down."

"This is a matter of life and death, and we can't delay."

But at least she was willing to obey traffic rules, stopping at a red light and rubbing her stomach.

"This is a task that will leave you hungry, and you insisted on coming along even though I told you to stay home."

"Are you hungry?" Lin Zhiyue pulled out two zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) from somewhere. "They've been kept warm."

"..." Tan Jia raised an eyebrow, shifting his gaze from the zongzi to his face. "It seems bringing you along was useful after all."

The light turned green, and she said, "Peel one for me," while repeatedly tapping Zheng Yan's phone number on her phone. She stepped on the gas and sped off.

Fortunately, the call finally went through this time.

"Captain Zheng, something's up. I couldn't get through to you or my brother earlier, and we're on our way to the police station. Are you at the police station?"

Zheng Yan sensed something was wrong from her words: "You have someone else with you?"

"Yes, I borrowed Lin Zhiyue's car. He's in the passenger seat."

"We're at the police station, just come straight here. Drive slowly."

Their conversation wasn't being kept quiet, and Lin Zhiyue overheard it, but he didn't react. He lowered his eyes and peeled the zongzi, then at the next red light, he offered her a piece of the peeled zongzi.

Tan Jia looked at him with an aggressive gaze that made him afraid to meet her eyes. He slowly took a bite, swallowed it, and said, "It's quite sweet."

The car started moving again, and Lin Zhiyue whispered in the wind, "This is a salted egg yolk and pork rice dumpling."

Tan Jia seemed not to hear him, turned the steering wheel, and braked to a stop in front of the police station.

Surprisingly, there were still quite a few people at the police station at this hour. Tan Ming came out to meet her and said that they were busy with a case involving the murder of an elderly person.

After saying that, she glanced at Lin Zhiyue, who was holding a zongzi, and asked in a low voice, "Why is he with you?"

"Never mind that, let's get down to business."

She went into the office and told Zheng Yan about her dream.

"Someone dumped the body into the river with a suitcase. The suitcase made some noise when the body was dumped, so it's unclear whether the victim was completely dead. The murderer then drove away."

Zheng Yan was on high alert: "Murder and body disposal? If it was packed in a suitcase, the primary crime scene should be a room, and the murderer and the victim were probably very close. Describe the river in detail."

"Many shops on the other side of the river still had their signs lit up in the middle of the night. One of the more conspicuous ones was a KTV with a large X. The area where the murderer was standing was covered with dense, waist-high weeds and many stones. Considering that he could drive away, there must have been a road leading out of the weeds."

"Qiqiao River, right?" Xiao Chen's house is over there.

He found photos of that area, and after looking at a few, Tan Jia said, "This should be it."

Zheng Yan pinched the bridge of his nose, stood up and said, "Let's go, let's retrieve the suitcase."

(End of this chapter)