Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 96 The Burning of the Corpse Case 14 (The End)

This puts all the pressure on the forensic laboratory.

Old Li and his apprentice have been studying those carbonized bone fragments for several days and have indeed come to some conclusions.

“The skull injury was severe. Even without the fire, the deceased probably wouldn’t have survived. But without the fire, he might have been able to hold on a little longer. If the eyewitness had called for medical attention in time, there was a chance he could have been saved.”

Unfortunately, none of the people Wan Anliang encountered had the heart to save him.

Zhu Jun thought he was the victim of the accident and didn't want to take responsibility, so he set him on fire.
Wu Jinyou was eager for his high-and-mighty classmate, who refused to give him special treatment, to die, and just watched him being set on fire and pushed off the mountain.
When Zhou Qiaoan saw him being burned, she thought of using his remains to impersonate herself, and just watched as the body was burned down to just a few bones.

Old Li felt sorry for the deceased: "He died in great pain. The blunt force injury made him unable to move. For the first few minutes, he endured the pain of his skin being burned open."

"But if we're talking about the most heinous murderer, it's definitely the person who hit him. The other party never intended for him to live. The marks on his skull look like a wrench or a hammer, which aren't things you can just find anywhere. The murderer must have had some preparation time before he made the move; at the very least, it wasn't an impulsive, subconscious act, as he claims."

Zheng Yan nodded: "If we find the murder weapon, we can convict him."

To find the murder weapon, start by looking for Wu Jinyou's car.

During the interrogation, Zheng Yan's words to him were not lies. Even though the black Phaeton had been washed, there were still many traces left. The forensic examination found bloodstains in the trunk, and upon testing, they were confirmed to belong to the deceased, Wan Anliang.

After searching the car thoroughly twice more, they found a wrench in the side pocket of the back seat. It was clean and free of bloodstains, but tests showed that it had been stained with blood. Combined with the hair of Wan Anliang found in the car, it was enough to convict him.

With all the evidence laid out before him, Wu Jinyou stood there stunned for a moment in the interrogation room, then suddenly went berserk, cursing indiscriminately.

He roared until his face turned red and his neck bulged, seemingly without thinking. He only knew to frantically curse that it was all Wan Anliang's fault. He said that Wan Anliang had become arrogant and superior after becoming an official, and that he had no ability but had risen to prominence because his senior had taken a liking to him. Now Wan Anliang even dared to point his finger at him and curse him. That's why he took action. He blamed Wan Anliang for angering him.

When people are sentenced to a tragic end, they either become despondent or become impotent and furious. Wu Jinyou went mad in the interrogation room, his suit was wrinkled, and he seemed to have become wrinkled as well.

Zheng Yan: "Wan Anliang might genuinely want to help you, but you approached him at the wrong time. He was under investigation for using connections to get things done, so even if he wanted to help you, he could only postpone it. He should have explained it to you when you met, so why didn't you believe him? Asking for help requires building a good relationship multiple times, and he just kills you because he says no. Is this how you usually ask for help? No wonder you lost millions and can only make a comeback by selling counterfeit products and using connections."

Wu Jinyou wouldn't listen to anything and continued to curse wildly, his eyes glaring like a bull's. Tan Jia, watching from outside, was afraid that he would suddenly have a brain hemorrhage and die.

Fortunately, Wu Jinyou was mentally unstable but physically strong, and he did not collapse when he was detained and taken away.

After dealing with him, Zheng Yan returned to his office and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's finally over."

After taking two sips of tea, he exhaled and said, "Actually, the case isn't difficult, but by some twist of fate, Zhou Qiaoan ended up in it."

The case of burning a corpse is a serious case of a heinous nature. At first, they couldn't find out the relationship between the murderer and Zhou Qiaoan, and thought that the murderer was a troublesome character with superb intelligence. Unexpectedly, the truth was so simple that he was a little incredulous when he heard Wu Jinyou explain his motive.

After handling so many complex and convoluted cases, his brain was almost worn down.

Speaking of Zhou Qiaoan, new news about her came: the police called to report that Zhou Qiaoan was dead.

"Yu Lan shouted 'Good riddance!' in the hospital, then left without even leaving her body. Neither Zhou Qiaoan's son nor daughter-in-law came."

Zheng Yan remained silent for a few seconds, made a few arrangements, hung up the phone, and looked out the window at the scenery.

"Now it's really over."

...The case of burning the body was closed, and Tan Jia's clay sculpture "Murder Scene" was almost finished.

The body engulfed in flames, the winding mountain road, the shadows of trees, the murderer in the grain of rice—she even made a car out of shape, which looked quite realistic, but you couldn't look at it closely.

The people from both teams gathered around to watch, and after a long while, Tan Ming said, "It's so similar, so similar."

Little Chen laughed like a duck.

Tan Jia didn't mind; she was already able to accept setbacks calmly, as long as she felt she had made progress.

However, after carefully examining the work, she still pointed out a few areas that needed improvement.

"The tree shadows don't quite look right. I didn't know how to represent flames with dough at first either. The corpse is so easy to sculpt because you don't need to sculpt the face or the clothes. I still need to learn how to sculpt clothes; the clothes and hairstyle of the deceased are very important."

Tan Ming affirmed, "Keep it up, you can definitely do it. You've only been learning for three months and you're already able to create a magnificent scene."

Zheng Yan laughed: "It's not that easy. First of all, dough sculpting is divided into several schools. Most dough sculpting is about mythological figures, the twelve zodiac animals, and characters from the Four Great Classical Novels. Your aunt is good at this kind of thing. The characters she participated in competitions before were basically these kinds of figures. It's a bit different from the new style of dough sculpting you want to learn. And even if you learn all the techniques, it's not easy to sculpt the characteristics of a corpse."

Tan Jia didn't care: "I can study it myself. Innovating in style is also a way to pass on skills. Maybe my 'Crime Scene' series will be worth collecting in the future."

Xiao Chen and the others cheered her on.

Having brought the case to a close, they parted ways at the police station entrance, each preparing to go home.

As the sun began to set and the air grew hot, Xiao Chen fanned himself by pulling at his collar, and then asked Tan Jia, "Can you control yourself from dreaming in the first half of the night? Or at least not dream tonight. I want to get a good night's sleep."

Tan Jiaxie said, "I would like to."

She wanted a good night's sleep more than anyone else.

Zheng Yan slapped Xiao Chen on the back: "Go back to your home right now."

Xiao Chen was knocked off balance and quickly ran away.

Tan Jia was driven back to her new home by Tan Ming. Carrying a bag of ice cream, desserts, and prepared foods she bought at the supermarket, she planned to have a wonderful, indulgent night.

As she reached the door, the door across the hall clicked open, and Lin Zhiyue stood there watching her.

She was already used to the burning gaze behind her. Without turning her head, she opened the door first, then turned around and handed him an ice cream.

"This is for you, you're welcome."

Lin Zhiyue took it and easily saw the cooked food in the shopping bag; there was only meat and no staple food.

"Auntie cooked a lot of dishes." He's been talking more lately, and his voice isn't as hoarse anymore; it's clear and bright, just like his eyes.

It wasn't very coherent; Tan Jia had already opened an ice cream and taken a bite before he could say the next sentence.

"Do you want to come and eat?"

(End of this chapter)