Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 1 After reporting the crime, I was arrested as a suspect.
"Help! Help! Let me go! Help!"

The cold blade sliced ​​across her neck, and her cry for help turned into a scream.

"I've returned all the money to you, please let me go? I'm my parents' only daughter, I can't let anything happen to me, I swear!"

An abdominal pain struck.

The fruit knife stabbed in and then pulled out.

The clothes were stained red.

"Help! Help! Help me! Help me!"

The man in front of me, wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, stood up, dropping the fruit knife from his hand. On the inside of his wrist, a black tattoo spread into his white glove.

"Help! Help me! Is there anyone who can help me?"

The pain slowly subsided, and darkness gradually enveloped my vision.
"Please come to clinic room number three on the 23rd."

"Please come to clinic room number three on the 23rd."

A mechanical sound rang out, and Su Miaoyi's empty eyes lit up.

She took a deep breath, looked down at her abdomen, and touched it.

There were no wounds, everything was fine, and there was no blood.

She took a breath and looked around.

She is currently in the hospital.

The patients and their families were sitting around, waiting outside the consultation room for their numbers to be called.

His breathing gradually calmed down.

Su Miaoyi touched her cold arm.

This time, it wasn't unfamiliar knowledge flashing through her mind. She had just witnessed herself being killed.

"Please go to consultation room number two if you are number nineteen."

"Please come to consultation room number two on the 19th."

Su Miaoyi looked down at the number slip in her hand, got up and walked towards the second psychiatric consultation room.

As she left the hospital, Su Miaoyi looked at the olanzapine tablets in her hand.

Looking at the indications on the back of the medicine box.

The first sentence: Olanzapine is used to treat schizophrenia.

Even though she had just come out of the hospital, Su Miaoyi turned on her phone and searched for symptoms of schizophrenia.

Visual and auditory hallucinations
It seems to be quite effective.

She walked out while looking at her phone.

Suddenly she bumped into a man walking towards her.

"I'm sorry." As Su Miaoyi apologized, she noticed the tattoo on the inside of the man's right wrist.

It is a long sword.

It was almost up to my palm.

There is also a pair of outstretched wings on both sides of the sword hilt.

The tattoo on the hand that held the fruit knife in the scene she saw herself being killed was the same as the one on.

Su Miaoyi immediately looked up at him.

The man also turned and glanced at her.

Their eyes met.

Su Miaoyi saw the strange scene again.

She saw a hand wearing white gloves holding a fruit knife, stabbing it into a girl's abdomen, and then quickly pulling it out.

The girl's clothes were stained with blood.

It also got stained on the fruit knife.

The fruit knife then fell to the ground.

The scene shifts, and there's a hand on the doorknob.

As the doorknob was pressed down, the tattoo on the inside of his wrist was revealed, though it was partially covered by a white glove.

The door opened and closed.

The final image lingered on that heavy door.

The address above is 2001.

The sunlight shone on her eyes, and Su Miaoyi suddenly came to her senses.

She looked at the man in front of her and immediately took two steps back.

The man frowned as he looked at her, then turned and went into the hospital.

Su Miaoyi stood there watching the man's back, observing his uneven shoulders as he walked, and it took her a while to come to her senses.

She looked up at the sun, which was very bright.

Ha. It's over.

The condition is getting worse.

Go home and take your medicine as soon as possible.

Jinrong Residential Community.

Su Miaoyi paused for a moment when she stepped out of the elevator and walked to the door of her residence to unlock her door with her fingerprint.

She looked at the door number on the door.

1901.

When I saw the man at the hospital entrance, the address in the picture was exactly the same except for the number.

Su Miaoyi released the doorknob, took a step back, touched her chin, and stood at the door, looking at the door of her residence.

Are they from the same neighborhood?
Let's assume they are in the same building and the same unit.

So 2001 must be upstairs.

Su Miaoyi stroked her chin and looked up.

A live streamer lives upstairs.

I can hear her live stream every night.

But it seems she didn't do a live stream last night.

Why don't we go take a look?
Thinking this, Su Miaoyi turned around and went to the elevator. Seeing that the elevator was still on the first floor, she pushed open the door of the fire escape and went up to the twentieth floor via the stairs.

Arrived at the door of 2001.

Just as Su Miaoyi was about to knock on the door, she noticed that it wasn't closed tightly and was ajar.

She knocked on the door anyway: "Is anyone home?"

no respond.

Su Miaoyi knocked on the door even harder: "Is anyone home?"

Still no one responded.

Su Miaoyi hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open.

The apartment is over 50 square meters, and you can see the living room directly when you open the door.

Su Miaoyi was stunned at the doorway when she saw the scene inside.

The girl lay on the living room floor, with a large pool of blood beneath her.

Seeing this, Su Miaoyi's first reaction was not fear, but to immediately enter the room and squat down next to the girl.

Most of the bloodstains had dried.

The girl's hands were tied behind her back, her feet were also bound, and she had been stabbed in the abdomen.

The location of the stab wound, the fabric and color of the clothing, and the surrounding layout, furniture, and ceiling from the corpse's perspective.

Everything matched what she saw.

Did she not witness her own murder, but rather share the victim's perspective?
Su Miaoyi pulled up the hem of her T-shirt and touched the girl's neck through the fabric.

Rigor mortis is very strong, and the time of death may be between twelve and twenty-four hours.

This is the result in her mind.

She got up and looked around again, then stopped wandering around. There were obvious signs that the living room had been ransacked.

There were no obvious footprints on the floor.

This is the 20th floor; the chances of someone climbing out the window are slim.

So, Su Miaoyi walked to the door and glanced at the lock.

There were no signs of damage.

Was it an inside job? Or did the person outside have a valid reason to make her open the door?

Su Miaoyi analyzed the situation in her mind, then turned and glanced at the corpse again.

She paused for a moment, then cried out in her heart.

I'm knocking! I'm dizzy!
Then I started to feel dizzy, nauseous and weak in my limbs.

A belated sense of fear washed over me.

She rushed to the elevator, squatted down against the wall, and began to gag.

She hasn't eaten anything since this morning on an empty stomach in order to go to the hospital for a checkup.

There was nothing in my stomach.

Su Miaoyi was trembling, and her consciousness was beginning to blur.

With her last shred of consciousness, she dialed 110.

The police arrived quickly, and the 20th floor was cordoned off.

Inside 2001, the forensic investigators were busy collecting physical evidence from the scene, such as footprints and fingerprints.

The sounds of flashing lights and camera shutters were constant.

Zhuang Yanzheng put on shoe covers and gloves at the entrance of 2001, then walked over and squatted down next to the corpse.

The forensic doctor from the branch office looked up at him and said, "Team Leader Zhuang."

The police from the branch office arrived first; the city police, being further away, arrived later.

Zhuang Yanzheng nodded in response: "How did he die?"

"There was a stab wound to the abdomen, and the location likely affected the liver." The forensic doctor probed the wound with the handle of the knife. "The preliminary assessment is that the cause of death was hemorrhagic shock. Based on rigor mortis, the time of death was between twelve and twenty-four hours ago, but further investigation is needed to determine the exact time."

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at the large bloodstains on the ground, then at the fruit knife next to him, which had already been marked as evidence.

The forensic doctor measured the wounds on the body again: "The width, depth, and surface characteristics of the wounds are consistent with this fruit knife."

The murder weapon has been basically identified.

"No fingerprints were found," the trace evidence examiner said.

Zhuang Yanzheng got up and looked around the room.

The room is small, one bedroom and one living room.

There is live streaming equipment in the bedroom.

The wardrobe and bedside table drawers showed signs of having been rummaged through.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked around, then went out and asked, "Who reported this case?"

"A young girl, suffering from low blood sugar and fainting at the sight of blood, was sitting on the stairs of the fire escape," said the branch captain.

Zhuang Yanzheng walked towards the fire escape.

Su Miaoyi sat on the steps, her face deathly pale.

She didn't faint after calling the police, but she felt weak.

She only recovered somewhat after the police arrived, the forensic doctor examined her, and she was given a piece of chocolate.

She has a piece of candy in her mouth now.

The police officers waited until she had calmed down a bit before they began to take her statement.

I had just asked for his name when Zhuang Yanzheng arrived.

Su Miaoyi looked up, and the two exchanged a glance.

Su Miaoyi's first reaction was, "So handsome."

My second reaction was to describe him as tall, strong, and menacing, making him difficult to deal with.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her and narrowed his eyes.

He felt a sense of familiarity with her.

He approached and introduced himself: "Zhuang Yanzheng, Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Police."

Su Miaoyi looked at him.

Zhuang Yanzheng noticed that she remained calm and showed no reaction to the name. He took the tablet from the police officer and then paused for a moment on her name.

He glanced at her again without making a sound.

Then he called her name: "Su Miaoyi?"

Su Miaoyi nodded: "Yes."

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her again: "Why are you carrying clothes?"

Su Miaoyi lowered her eyes and looked at her clothes.

Her right hand was holding the hem of her dress with her delicate fingers.

I've been carrying it like that for quite a while now.

Because of this position, she used her clothes to cushion the impact with the corpse.

She was scared!!

Su Miaoyi did not answer.

Zhuang Yanzheng then asked, "What is your relationship with the deceased?"

“I don’t know him, I’ve never seen him before,” Su Miaoyi said truthfully. “I live downstairs, in 1901.”

Zhuang Yanzheng frowned: "How did you find the body?"

Su Miaoyi's lips moved slightly, but she didn't know what to say.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhuang Yanzheng said sternly, "The police are handling a case, please cooperate."

The sound was terrifying.

Su Miaoyi was so frightened that she trembled.

Zhuang Yanzheng: "."

Su Miaoyi was startled by the voice and scratched her cheek awkwardly, saying, "I don't know how to begin."

“If you don’t cooperate, I don’t mind spending a few days at the police station,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi twirled the candy in her mouth with the tip of her tongue, then took a deep breath and said, "I went to the Sixth Hospital of Jinghai City this morning."

Zhuang Yanzheng handed the tablet in his hand to the police officer next to him.

Police record.

Jinghai City Sixth Hospital is a hospital specializing in the treatment of various mental illnesses.

Zhuang Yanzheng didn't know why she brought up going to the hospital, but he didn't interrupt her.

"Lately, some strange things—I guess you could call them knowledge—have been popping into my head. I think there's something wrong with my mind, so I went to the hospital today," Su Miaoyi said. "And while I was waiting for my number to be called, those things suddenly appeared in my head."

Su Miaoyi pointed to 2001.

“The process of her murder. A hand with a tattoo on the inside of her wrist stabbed her with a knife,” Su Miaoyi said. “Later, after I left the hospital, I met a person with the same tattoo on their wrist. I saw the process of the murder and the house number in that person’s eyes. So when I got home, I went upstairs to check. Her door was not closed, so I went in and saw her body.”

As she spoke, she changed her tone and continued, "The man I met at the hospital entrance was about 1.8 meters tall, weighed about 75 kilograms, and looked to be around 35 years old. He walked with uneven shoulders, and his left leg seemed to be limping. Also, the deceased and the murderer should have had financial dealings. I met him at the hospital between 11:58 AM and 12:02 PM, at the east gate of the Sixth Hospital."

She was looking at her phone at the time and noticed the time on it.

I just didn't expect to remember it so clearly.

As far as I can remember, she would look at a seat number several times.

Su Miaoyi told everyone what she had seen and what she had judged, and she wanted to verify what she had seen.

The police officer was holding a tablet and staring at her with a stiff expression.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her for a while, then clicked his tongue and said, "Tsk, take her back for a drug test."

Su Miaoyi, with her delicate fingers raised, lifted her clothes and leaned against the stair railing.

His face was pale, and he looked very unfortunate.

Sure enough, no one believed her.

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