Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 94 The Case of Burning the Corpse 12
Zhou Qiaoan was indeed seriously injured.

After being taken back to the hospital in Jiujiang, Tan Jia went with Zheng Yan to see him.

A person in their fifties should normally be at home enjoying their retirement, playing with their grandchildren. Instead, Zhou Qiaoan was on the run, hit by a car and fell down a hillside, and finally escaped to another city by using someone else's identity. Now she looks like she has been begging outside for half a month, and she vaguely has the feeling of being old and frail.

"He was pretending to be dead, yet he still dared to take Wan Anliang's phone to spend money. That shows he's incredibly carefree. Why didn't he use Wan Anliang's money to treat himself to a few nice meals at a good hotel? He didn't even dare to go to the hospital." Tan Jia looked inside through the glass window.

The police officer who escorted him back said, "Wan Anliang's mobile payment software has a limit; only transactions under 100 yuan are password-free. Also, he doesn't understand mobile phone location tracking, but he does know that we might be able to trace him through the hospital, so he didn't dare to seek medical treatment."

Tan Jia thought about it and realized that it made sense. Middle-aged and elderly people in their fifties usually either drink or play cards, and probably don't pay much attention to technological progress.

Fortunately, if technology had advanced, this case would have become even more complicated.

Zheng Yan asked the doctor, "How is he? When can he be interrogated?"

The doctor only said that the situation was not good.

The car accident must have been quite severe; she probably suffered a concussion at the time. After waking up, she was only focused on escaping and didn't get proper rest. Now, Zhou Qiaoan can't even see the people in front of her clearly.

Zheng Yan frowned; they were still waiting to ask Zhou Qiaoan if she had seen the murderer who killed Wan Anliang.

Someone approached from behind, and the police officer said, "Yu Lan is here."

Tan Jia turned around and looked at the elderly woman who was walking up.

No one told Yu Lan that Zhou Qiaoan was still alive, but she guessed it when she notified her son to get a DNA test, and she found out all the way here.

Compared to Zhou Qiaoan, who was lying on her deathbed, Yu Lan's face bore the heavier marks of time. It was as if every hardship she had endured had turned into wrinkles and gray hair etched on her body. You didn't need to ask to know how difficult her life had been.

Without saying hello to the police, she went straight to the outside of the ward and saw Zhou Qiaoan, who was still breathing. Tears streamed down her face.

The doctor thought she was heartbroken and worried, and was about to say a few words of comfort when he heard her cry out loud.

"Why wasn't it him who died? Why wasn't it him who died! He was the one who deserved to die the most! God, you have no eyes!"

The shouts startled Zhou Qiaoan, who was lying inside. He turned his head to look this way, and the next second he trembled and tried to shrink back. His breathing device was quickly filled with mist from his rapid breathing.

Tan Jia was taken aback. This situation was quite tricky. If Zhou Qiaoan recovered smoothly and wasn't sentenced, would he have to go back to the Zhou family? But everyone in his family wished him dead. Would he dare to go back? Would the police dare to let him go back?

Of course, the best outcome would be for Zhou Qiaoan to die after fulfilling her final role.

Yu Lan thought the same way. She didn't care how miserable Zhou Qiaoan was. When she heard that his condition was bad, she shouted outside, "He deserves it," "It's best if he's dead," and "No one will collect his body."

Hearing this, Zhou Qiaoan's two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks and into her pillow.

More than an hour later, the doctor said he was about to die.

Zheng Yan and Tan Jia went in to conduct the final interrogation.

"On the night of the incident, after you escaped from your home, did you walk to Guilingpo and get hit by a van and fall down the hillside?"

Zhou Qiaoan, still wearing a respirator, nodded weakly.

When did you see the deceased?

"Get down... I'm unconscious..." He spoke with great difficulty, his words slurred and broken. "When I woke up, I saw... there was a fire..."

"So you were knocked unconscious after rolling down the hillside, and when you woke up you saw the dead body on fire?"

Zhou Qiaoan nodded.

Zheng Yan then asked, "Was he dead when you found him?"

"Dead...the clothes aren't even ready..."

"The man died, but his clothes weren't completely burned, so you found his phone on him and slipped your ID card inside?"

He nodded.

"Did you see the murderer? When you looked up at the hillside, or when you quietly left Ghost Ridge, did you see any people or vehicles?" "Car, car... drove away, the lights were yellow, yellow, uphill..."

Zheng Yan was somewhat disappointed. Zhou Qiaoan hadn't seen the murderer, only that he had driven away in a car with yellow headlights. This clue was essentially no clue at all.

Tan Jia, who was standing to the side, also had a question to ask.

"You usually enjoy watching online case analyses? Did you learn this method of switching identities from the internet?"

"Um……"

"Then why did you make up a story and submit it to the blogger? Was it just to let your family know you were dead, so they would give up killing you?"

Zhou Qiaoan took a long time to catch her breath before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence: "I want to leave some money for the child..."

She raised her eyebrows.

Is it possible for someone to suddenly feel guilty towards their family on their deathbed and want to use their "death" to get some compensation from them?
When this topic came up, Zhou Qiaoan's breathing became even heavier, and she stared intently at them, her claw-like hands gripping Zheng Yan.

"Compensation...money, is there any? Driver..."

Zheng Yan: "Didn't you ever consider that the driver might not be able to afford to pay for it?"

"Pay up, you have to pay up..."

"Don't worry about it. Even without compensation, there will be social donations." His death is a good thing no matter what.

"Okay..." Two more tears welled up in Zhou Qiaoan's eyes, as if she could die in peace now. "I'm sorry to them..."

Stepping out of the ward, Zheng Yan looked at Yu Lan, who was standing guard outside, and after a moment of silence, asked the person beside him, "Do you think he suddenly realized something before he died?"

Tan Jia crossed his arms and said calmly, "The only useful thing a person's dying words are when deciphering secrets; otherwise, they're just drunken ramblings."

Zheng Yan sighed and patted her on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's see how the investigation into Wan Anliang's social connections is going."

Xiao Chen sent back the identity information, photos, and vehicle registration records of several people, all of whom had recently been in contact with Wan Anliang.

They looked through the documents one by one, and when they saw one of them, Zheng Yan suddenly called a halt.

"This Wu Jinyou is the last person Wan Anliang saw on the day of the incident, as we know him, right?"

"Yes, but they parted ways at the entrance of the teahouse."

“But his car is different from the one in the file. Let’s pull up the surveillance video in front of the teahouse again.”

Tan Jia had been trying to avoid becoming a red-eyed frogman again and hadn't checked the surveillance video. But now that he heard something was wrong, he went closer to take a look.

"The black Volkswagen isn't flashy at all, but it's a Phaeton, and Wu Jinyou doesn't own this car. Besides, hasn't this car appeared in other surveillance footage? I feel like I remember seeing it before."

The technical team said, "Is there surveillance at the Guilingpo exit? There's no record of this vehicle."

"But I feel like I've seen it somewhere before, half a car rear end." He racked his brains, as if he was just one step away from figuring it out.

After racking my brains, I still couldn't come up with a solution, so I had to resort to the old method: pull up all the surveillance videos I had ever watched.

She even exclaimed, "If I had Lin Zhiyue's visual acuity, I could definitely find it at a glance."

He had read several books about visual thinkers and had some understanding of this ability.

Tan Jia ignored his wild ideas and quickly searched with her eyes, which had never been harmed by high-resolution videos.

But before they could find it, another member of the technical team received good news.

"Wu Jinyou appeared in the surveillance footage of a self-service car wash the day after the incident."

(End of this chapter)