Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 126 The Suitcase Corpse Disposal Case 7
The real murder weapon was mixed in with the fake props. It's unclear whether the murderer didn't care about being discovered, or whether they thought the most dangerous place was the safest place, and could fool everyone.

Zheng Yan put the knife into the evidence bag and asked everyone to check it carefully.

“There must be other evidence here.”

For example, the blood splattered when the victim was killed.

The trace evidence inspectors examined the dark gray textured wall tiles inch by inch in the shower room. After discovering something amiss, they sprayed a reagent, which indeed produced a blue reaction.

"The victim was killed here. The killer cleaned up the blood."

Further investigation outside the shower revealed bloodstains on the floor in front of the wardrobe and in front of the laundry sink in the bathroom.

Based on the location of the bloodstains and the wounds on the deceased, one can roughly imagine the situation at the time.

At a certain moment after the deceased entered the room, he was standing with his back to the wardrobe door in front of the pile of fake props when the murderer suddenly attacked from behind, stabbing him three times.

Because the knife was pulled out after being inserted, the wound bled faster, and the deceased quickly lost blood and collapsed.

The killer then put the body into a large suitcase, cleaned up the bloodstains along the way, and calmly dragged the suitcase out to dispose of the body.

"Perhaps these fake props were used to distract the deceased, making it easier for her to commit the crime," Xiao Chen analyzed. "But why would Qi Ziqin do this?"

The ambush was obvious, indicating that she had planned to kill Tang Tianyu here and at this time long ago.

Regardless of their motives, both of them are public figures. Tang Tianyu is scheduled to start filming tonight, and by the afternoon at the latest, people will be looking for him everywhere.

If she can't find it, she'll definitely call the police. She only has half a day to clean up, which isn't the best time for a prepared killer to commit murder.

Moreover, their meeting is not something that cannot be investigated. Isn't Qi Ziqin afraid of being discovered?
"What I find even stranger is why the deceased didn't resist? He only had knife wounds and impact wounds, but no signs of resistance. It's as if he just stood there obediently and let the murderer stab him to death," Tan Jia asked, puzzled.

She hastily shaped a dough knife from the dough, made Xiao Chen turn his back to her, and then pressed down on his shoulder as if to stab him hard.

"Female celebrities maintain a slender figure over a long period of time, so they shouldn't be very strong. When the first stab was made, the victim could have easily turned around and restrained the murderer."

Xiao Chen turned around according to her script and grabbed her wrist.

Then she took the opportunity to stab a second time.

"Based on normal reaction, if the deceased turned around to block at this time, then there should be a knife that stabbed him in the front, with the heart being the best position."

While playing the role of the deceased, Xiao Chen said, "The first stab may have hit a very critical spot, causing him to lose his normal ability to resist."

“It’s also possible that he was just retaliating normally at the time.” Zheng Yan looked at the pile of props again, picked up a handful through his gloves, scraped the blade with his fingertips, and bent it in half.

"The knife was right next to him. He probably picked it up instinctively to protect himself, but he didn't expect it to be a fake knife."

He swung the weapon forcefully at the murderer, only to find that his self-defense weapon had become a harmless toy.

"The murderer might have deliberately placed these props here, since only she knows which of these fake knives is real," Xiao Chen said.

Just then, the police officers who had been searching outside came in, holding up an evidence bag and saying, "We found the deceased's phone in the trash can at the entrance of the building, but it was smashed."

"It's okay if it's smashed, the technical team has plenty of technical expertise."

Having gathered enough evidence, Zheng Yan called Tan Ming and asked, "Have you found the person?"

"On the way back."

When Qi Ziqin was approached, she was filming on set.

Tan Ming watched for a while and thought her acting was pretty good. In the thriller, she played a protagonist on the verge of a mental breakdown, and she was able to portray the feeling of her pupils contracting and her scalp tingling when she was breathing rapidly, and the audience could feel it.

She really does have the potential to be a murderer. But Qi Ziqin does not admit to the fact that she committed murder.

Even after being taken to a hotel room and shown the blood-stained murder weapon and the surveillance video from the previous night, he still refused to admit it.

"This isn't me! I didn't see Tang Tianyu at all last night!"

Zheng Yan showed a photo of the suitcase: "Is this your suitcase? There's an airport baggage tag on it, and a scratch mark on the side."

The brand, size, and color of the suitcase are not special, but the position of the label and the scratches can never be exactly the same.

More than one or two people had seen this suitcase. Qi Ziqin nodded hesitantly: "It seems to be mine. I keep it in my room to store clothes."

"Yesterday, Tang Tianyu's body was packed in this suitcase and dumped into the river."

Qi Ziqin's face turned pale: "I don't know what happened."

"Your suitcase for packing clothes is missing. Don't you find that strange?"

"I...I thought the personal assistant had tidied it up and put it somewhere else. I rarely tidy up myself."

However, the assistant said that the room had not been cleaned last night.

The group trembled with fear. Qi Ziqin cast a desperate plea to her agent: "It really wasn't me."

"Not you?" Zheng Yan's tone became more serious as he presented all the evidence.

"The deceased secretly opened your room door in the middle of the night, went inside, and was murdered in your room. The murder weapon was placed among your belongings. There were large patches of blood in the shower that had been washed away. The body was disposed of using your suitcase, and the surveillance footage showed you dragging the suitcase out of the hotel in the early morning. With so many clues pointing to you, are they all false?!"

"It really wasn't me! I didn't see Tang Tianyu, nor did I leave the hotel with my suitcase to dump...dump the body. I wasn't even at the hotel at the time!"

"Really? Where were you then?"

"I..." Qi Ziqin couldn't speak. She looked at the corpse in the photo and her own image in the surveillance footage, her lips trembling.

"It really wasn't me... I couldn't have killed him, I had no grudge against him, I..."

The reaction was genuine. Tan Jia, observing her expression from an inconspicuous corner, whispered to Tan Ming, "It seems she's telling the truth."

Tan Ming: "If you saw her acting skills when she was filming, you would know that this is nothing."

Many murderers are excellent actors. Qi Sufeng in the serial child murder case and Liang Yun, the fourth aunt in the Zhao family three murder case, were just like that. One pretended to be a good person for more than ten years, and the other gradually showed that he was greedy and regretful. Their acting was so realistic that they fooled the interrogators.

Tan Jia said he still lacked experience, touched the clay dagger, and continued to observe.

Zheng Yan asked the most crucial question: "Why did he have your room key? You arranged to meet the deceased last night, didn't you?"

Qi Ziqin lowered her head and said, "Yes."

"But you said you didn't see him. You made an appointment with someone but didn't see them, didn't you find that strange?"

"I……"

"Why is there a real knife among those props? It's stained with blood, and its placement is different. Don't you find that strange?"

"That was just a prop. Once I got into character during filming, I didn't pay much attention to it."

Zheng Yan: "But you've forcibly ignored so many strange things. Do you really think that makes sense?"

(End of this chapter)