Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 99 The Army of Justice 1
The room was quiet in the early morning, but the uneasy breathing was very noticeable.

After turning off her headlamp, everything was pitch black. She tried to open her eyes wide, but still couldn't see the road ahead. She could only grope her way forward with her heart pounding like a drum, taking one step and then stopping, listening intently to every sound.

But in unfamiliar places, no amount of vigilance will help. You might accidentally kick something that looks like a mosquito coil, and the sudden crackling sound is like thunder in a quiet room, making you break out in a cold sweat.

After a few seconds of silence, there were hurried footsteps behind the door, as if someone wanted to go to the door to lock it.

They definitely heard it, they definitely heard it! They're definitely going to call the police!
Her mind was filled with tension, fear, and terror. Without thinking too much, she rushed into the kitchen she had just seen, grabbed a knife, and slammed it through the door, hacking wildly at things.

We can't let them call the police!
"Ah! It hurts—milk..."

She was hit by a short one, and the crying and screaming made her head spin. Shouting so loudly would definitely attract attention!

The knife, poised to strike, continued its wild slashing in that direction. After a few blows, the person collapsed to the ground, no longer able to utter a sound. Someone rushed over and rammed into "her," only to be thrown to the ground, knocking over a table with a loud crash. The sound only fueled "her" frenzy, and she continued to slash wildly, panting heavily.

The blade struck the skull and made a sickeningly loud sound when it was pulled out.

But "she" didn't care about any of that, and slashed wildly, one blow after another, until the warm blood splattered into her eyes. Only then did "she" seem to regain her senses, hear the gurgling sound of blood coming from the throat of the person lying on the ground, and smell the nauseating and dizzying stench of blood.

A different kind of terror swept through my brain again.

"vomit--"

When Tan Jia woke up, she couldn't help but gag, and it took her a few minutes to recover by the bedside.

She turned on the light; the bright light was a bit dazzling, but it gave her a great sense of security. The cold air from the air conditioner made her sweat profusely, and she felt better after taking a shower in the bathroom.

Then she knocked on the door of the side bedroom.

"Brother, new case, hurry up."

When Tan Ming came out, he was full of energy. He was used to getting up in the middle of the night to handle cases, and sometimes he had to stay up all night to stake out people.

"Dreaming again? You seem completely unconcerned. Is the victim beyond saving?"

"Hmm," Tan Jia said listlessly as he made coffee in the living room, "He was hacked to death, beyond saving."

Tan Ming was taken aback, then immediately became serious. While calling Zheng Yan, he asked her, "Do you know where the crime scene is? How many victims were there?"

"Inside the residential building, there were two victims, one elderly and one young."

“A residential building? That won’t be easy to investigate,” he thought, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Just then, the call connected. “Captain Zheng, a big case! An elderly person and a young person were hacked to death in a residential building. We don’t know exactly which building it is. We need to get the police station to report similar cases that happened tonight.”

Because the crime scene lacked distinctive features, they couldn't determine the exact address using the same method they used to find Guilingpo last time, so Zheng Yan drove directly to her house.

It was 4:30 a.m. The three of them were sitting in the living room, yawning and discussing the details of the case.

"The murderer may be a thief who sneaked into the victim's home, because he was panicked before and after the murder, and he did not carry a weapon. He only went to the kitchen to get the knife and attacked people after he knew that someone had been woken up and discovered him."

Zheng Yan: "Who would be homeless in the middle of the night? If he chose this time to break in and steal, there's a very high chance he'd wake people up. Didn't he think about that beforehand? Was he even afraid?"

"How would I know?" Tan Jia glanced at him.

Then he kneaded the dough very hard, as if he wanted to knead in the gloom from being awakened by a nightmare, and even used a plastic knife to make a few slashes on the flattened dough.

"..." Zheng Yan immediately changed his tune, "Usually, more thieves choose to steal at night in the countryside. In the city, houses are close together and are usually locked. People also go out to work at irregular hours, so it's not easy for anyone to steal from residential buildings in the middle of the night." "Maybe the thief observed for a long time and knew that this family only had an old man and a child, and no young adults?" Tan Ming guessed.

"Wouldn't it be easier to deal with just an old man and a young boy? Just tie them up, or knock them unconscious. Why go on a killing spree?"

"There are too many possibilities: the killer has mental issues, the killer is prone to emotional outbursts, the killer and the victim know each other and the killer is afraid the victim will recognize them sooner or later..."

They could only glean fragments from their dreams, so they couldn't extend their deductions too much; all the clues they made were based on guesswork.

Zheng Yan made some notes, and then asked Tan Jia, "Can you recall any characteristics of the murderer? Height, hair, whether there were any injuries on his body, what he was carrying?"

Sculpting dough can indeed calm the mind. Tan Jia had calmed down and thought carefully before saying, "Without lights or illumination, many features are impossible to identify. But I can sense that he's wearing something on his head, wrapped around his head like a headband for playing ball, and it's a bit heavy in the front."

"It might be a headlamp," Tan Ming guessed, "but if the killer was also carrying a headlamp, then they were really prepared. Is there anything else?"

"That's all for now. We'll have to see how things go on-site."

We can only wait for a reply from the local police stations.

Tan Jia lay back on the sofa and dozed off for a while, thinking about how to make the clay sculpture "Crime Scene" this time. She had just decided to make a corresponding clay sculpture after each case was solved as a souvenir, and then make it into a series, which would also be considered as developing a new style of clay sculpture.

And now we have such a horrific scene, full of bloody corpses. Even if it were made of dough, it would probably be censored.

Lost in thought, I fell asleep without even realizing it, until I was woken up by Zheng Yan's phone ringing.

At 8:20 a.m., the police station on Pozi Street in the North District reported a similar case.

A brutal murder occurred in apartment 302 on the third floor of building 3 in Xiangfu Residential Complex. The homeowner, Jin Xiangyuan, and his mother and son were hacked to death in the middle of the night. Blood was everywhere, and the stairwell of the building was covered with bloody footprints. Furthermore, the gold and cash in their home had disappeared.

The three of them immediately went to the scene.

As she was leaving, Lin Zhiyue opened the door as usual, called her back, and handed her a breakfast.

Tan Jia took it, took out the jujube-red steamed cake inside, took a bite, and naturally nodded to him to say thank you.

Then he kept walking to press the elevator button.

Tan Ming and Zheng Yan, on the other hand, cast scrutinizing glances at him, the man who had suddenly opened the door to feed the passersby.

Lin Zhiyue pursed her lips and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I only prepared one serving."

Tan Ming: ...Who cares about your breakfast?

"Next time, you don't need to prepare any food. Jiajia will have food." He will start cooking fresh food over high heat every morning.

After saying that, he immediately entered the elevator.

Lin Zhiyue didn't seem to hear her or not. He just looked at Tan Jia and saw her smile at him before the elevator doors closed. She seemed to want to return the smile, but before she could even move her lips, the elevator started to descend.

The corridor fell silent again. After a while, Lin Zhiyue said to the bodyguard behind him, "Uncle Wang, could you find out for me if there has been another murder somewhere?"

(End of this chapter)