Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 70 No Such Person 1
"On May 6th, the day Qiu Chenxing died, at 5 PM, Songqiao Hospital admitted a patient with red and swollen skin, blurred vision, and palpitations. Within minutes of admission, the patient had an epileptic seizure, which caused difficulty breathing. An examination revealed that the patient had belladonna poisoning."

In the office, Zheng Yan distributed the materials for the two new cases to everyone and gave a brief introduction to the basic situation.

"We initially thought this was a random case of accidental poisoning, but yesterday afternoon at six o'clock, another patient developed a similar condition, only with milder symptoms."

"The attending physician felt something was wrong and inquired about the two patients' intake methods. He found that they had not accidentally eaten wild belladonna plants. On the contrary, they had both drunk yogurt given to them by others at Yuncheng Airport on May 6."

"The surveillance video shows that a masked man in the security check line gave seven or eight boxes of yogurt to several people in front of and behind him, probably using the excuse that the yogurt could not pass through security to get them to eat it. Qiu Chenxing was one of them."

After the introduction, Zheng Yan said with a solemn expression, "Therefore, the people we need to investigate are not just the murderers of Qiu Chenxing, but the criminals who indiscriminately poison others to retaliate against society."

“The dose of nitrous oxide he used may not be fatal, but this behavior has already endangered public safety. If there are others like Qiu Chenxing who are using nitrous oxide, then sooner or later there will be another death.”

"The technical team is currently retrieving more airport surveillance footage and will soon be able to identify the person. We must act immediately and apprehend him before his next move!"

As the meeting ended, everyone quickened their pace and poured out of the office, ready to depart at any moment.

Tan Jia, Tan Ming, and Xiao Chen walked together, and the three of them spoke in hushed tones.

Xiao Chen: "This plot twist is too drastic. I investigated such a premeditated revenge for so long, I was so keen on those thirteen people, and it turns out it was an accident caused by a completely unrelated person?"

Tan Ming: "At least you didn't rummage through the yogurt containers in the trash."

The smell of the garbage dump still makes him nauseous, and his face is almost as bluish as his eye bags.

Jia didn't participate much in discussing such tragic topics, but she did express her sighs about the impermanence of life.

"It's true that there's nothing you can't encounter, only things you can't imagine."

Even brainstorming couldn't keep up with the absurdity of the truth. Poor forensic investigators and Lao Li, poor Captain Zheng, these past few days they thought they'd encountered the perfect crime, they're practically balding from exhaustion.

“But I have a question.” She scratched her hair, pulled her baseball cap back over her shoulder, and crossed her arms in thought.

"If Qiu Chenxing's death is linked to this newspaper case, how do you explain the fan who deleted their account online? Is it really just a coincidence?"

Tan Ming: "Who knows? Maybe there will be a twist in the story of that fan."

They didn't talk for long. The newspaper employee didn't seem to want to hide his identity, and the technical team quickly found out all his information.

"His name is Qiu Anguo, he is 45 years old. He flew from Yuncheng Airport to Haicheng Airport on May 6th and arrived at 7:25 pm. His daughter, Qiu Shuyu, who is 20 years old, was with him at the time. According to his latest registered address, he lives in Building 8, Tinglan Pavilion, West District of Haicheng."

Zheng Yan immediately led his team to Haicheng to meet with the local police.

Tan Jia then got into Zheng Yan's speeding car again. When they encountered obstacles on the road, she would be shaken into the air for two seconds.

He drove wildly all the way to Haicheng, where local police said that Qiu Anguo had left home and was on his way to the city center.

The city center is crowded with people and vehicles, which is not conducive to the arrest operation.

So they decided to follow them quietly first, and then force them to stop in one go when they found a good place.

Following along, Qiu Anguo actually passed through the city center, turned onto the Third Ring Road, and finally stopped in front of an outdoor clubhouse.

Xiao Chen wondered, "Is he a rich man? This kind of high-end clubhouse, built outdoors and occupying its own plot of land, isn't something just anyone can enter, right?"

“He brought something with him.” Tan Jia, with her sharp eyes, noticed that Qiu Anguo had a bag tucked under his arm when he got out of the car.

I wonder what's inside. "Are they planning to poison the rich people inside with yogurt?"

"It shouldn't be. Who inside would eat yogurt sold door-to-door?"

They stared intently, speaking in hushed tones.

After getting out of the car, Qiu Anguo didn't notice whether anyone was following him and walked straight towards the entrance of the club.

"Now! Grab him!"

At a command, all the police officers in the cars rushed out.

Everyone performed their duties, from evacuating the scene and maintaining order to making arrests. Tan Jia was left behind as a backup to help the police quickly escort everyone away from the scene after the arrests were completed.

However, with a key liaison officer present, her task was practically nonexistent; she simply sat in the passenger seat, staring at Qiu Anguo's back.

When Qiu Anguo realized he was being chased by the police, he actually turned and ran!

It's obvious he's hiding something!
He rushed headlong into the club, dressed in a suit and tie, and surprisingly, he ran quite fast, quickly bursting through the club's entrance.

The layout of the clubhouse left those who had never been there before completely bewildered. The team of police officers who were making the arrest quickly split up, as they were clearly short-handed.

Tan Jia and the remaining police officers immediately followed. Once inside, they saw Qiu Anguo crossing a forest boardwalk and attempting to rush into the building.

There were still guests inside, who were so frightened by the commotion that they screamed and quickly retreated, pressing themselves against the wall.

Tan Jia grabbed a fruit tray placed next to the infinity pool on the right side of the boardwalk and hurled it at Qiu Anguo on the head with a loud bang!
He was knocked off balance and staggered. Zheng Yan, who was behind him, leaped over the decorative stone and tackled him to the indoor floor.

"Thump!" Qiu Anguo's chin slammed down hard, the sound so loud that the guests inside couldn't bear to look.

Tan Jia ran over, his gaze sweeping over the group of young men opposite him. Just as he was about to look away, he unexpectedly turned back to look at one of them.

"Why are you here?"

Lin Zhiyue sat on a rustic stone sofa indoors, holding a paintbrush in his hand. Several unfamiliar young men stood on either side of the easel, looking quite shaken.

Realizing that the wolf-tailed beauty knew one of them, they all followed her gaze to the center.

Then strange looks shifted between her and Lin Zhiyue.

Tan Jia didn't wait for a reply. Seeing that Qiu Anguo had been arrested, Zheng Yan and the others were preparing to leave, so he waved and followed them.

"I..." Lin Zhiyue stopped writing as soon as Tan Jia appeared, watching the arrest operation without blinking.

He wasn't used to reporting his whereabouts to people, so he answered a little slowly, and Tan Jia had already turned around by the time he finished speaking.

He was quick and decisive, as if the question was just a meaningless platitude.

Lin Zhiyue pursed his lips again, the shadow cast by his eyelashes making his face look somewhat gloomy.

After the criminal investigation team left in a swarm, the club staff rushed over to comfort the guests.

Before we even got close, Lin Zhiyue abruptly overturned the easel, scattering paintbrushes and palettes all over the floor. His familiar unpredictable mood made us instinctively fall silent.

(End of this chapter)