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

I saw it again in Chapter 3.
The murderer, Wang Lang, was 36 years old and from Jinghai.

An only child in the family.

He dropped out of university and then spent a long time doing nothing.

Five years ago, he injured his left leg at a construction site and has been unemployed ever since.

At the beginning of the year, I was introduced by a relative to work as a security guard in the inpatient department of the Sixth Hospital.

Normally, I swipe access cards for people entering and exiting the inpatient department.

Two months ago, I came across Jiang Yun's live stream on the X platform, whose account ID was "一朵云云".

In just one month, the account with the ID "真情不负" tipped Jiang Yun more than 800,000 yuan.

"That filthy bitch! She takes my money and dances for other men! She even calls other men 'brother'!"

“I’ve already told her I’ll support her in the future, but she still wants to do live streams! She won’t answer my calls or reply to my WeChat messages! I’ve spent so much money on her, and she won’t even let me see her.”

"I didn't give her any tips for a week, and when I went back into her live stream, she didn't even say 'welcome'! I sold an apartment in Jinghai to give her tips and support her! I love her so much. She just ignores me like that!"

"And what happened? I saw her last night! She was completely different from how she appeared on the live stream! How is this any different from a scam?!"

"What face does a woman like that have to live? I'm just doing a good deed for the people."

These are Wang Lang's original words.

Jiang Yun probably sensed his obsession, so she returned the money from the live stream tips to Wang Lang via bank transfer.

According to Wang Lang's confession, after receiving the money, he could no longer contact Jiang Yun.

Last night, he had a few drinks and went to Jinrong Community, following the address he used to order takeout for Jiang Yun.

He knocked on the door again, this time posing as a deliveryman.

He then murdered Jiang Yun.

He was worried about being filmed by cameras and leaving fingerprints, so he wore a mask, hat, and gloves.

After the murder, he disguised the room as if it had been burgled, took Jiang Yun's two cell phones, and threw them into the sewer outside Jinrong Residential Area.

Then I went home.

I went to work as usual the next morning.

Zhuang Yanzheng had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth as he looked at the preliminary draft of Wang Lang's statement.

Then I looked at Wang Lang's donation details retrieved from the X platform.

The total is less than 850,000.

There are also details obtained from the bank.

Two weeks ago, Jiang Yun transferred 850,000 yuan to Wang Lang's account.

The platform will deduct half of the tipping money.

Jiang Yun lost both his money and his life.

"Never give your address to strangers, it's too scary." Qi Feng came over with a slice of bread in his mouth.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked up at him, then threw his cigarette on the table: "You're back from buying food so quickly?"

"The beef noodle shop across the street." Qi Feng said, biting into a slice of bread.

"Where's the beef noodle shop across the street?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked, looking at him.

"The braised beef noodles at the supermarket across the street," Qi Feng said with a smile.

Zhuang Yanzheng reached out and patted the back of his head: "She's been hungry all day, so you're going to feed her instant noodles."

"I even added a sausage and an egg for her, but I didn't even want to add any myself," Qi Feng said, scratching the back of his head.

Zhuang Yanzheng: "."

"Captain Zhuang, I've made you a batch too, it'll be ready soon," Qi Feng said.

Zhuang Yanzheng got up and walked towards the interrogation room without saying a word.

Qi Feng caught up with him: "Captain Zhuang, are we not going to release Su Miaoyi? The murderer has already confessed. It's not good for us to keep detaining the person who reported the crime. Besides, she has a mental illness, and it would be difficult for us to explain if something happened to her."

"Well, if anything goes wrong, let your beef noodles take the blame." Zhuang Yanzheng said before entering the interrogation room.

Qi Feng stood there, his lips twitching slightly.

That's braised beef noodles!

Pushing open the door, I saw Su Miaoyi blowing on her instant noodles.

She paused, then looked up at him.

Zhuang Yanzheng sat down and said, "Eat yours."

Su Miaoyi blew on the instant noodles again and quickly started eating.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her.

Wang Lang confessed that he had never heard of the name Su Miaoyi.

I showed him the photos.

He confessed truthfully, saying that he had seen her at the hospital today.

Because she was very pretty, I bumped into her, so she left a deep impression on me. This matches the surveillance footage.

Su Miaoyi took a few bites and sensed that he was looking at her.

She looked up and met his gaze, then glanced at her instant noodles, then back at him, and asked, "Want some?"

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her expression.

It was as if she was worried that he would steal her food.

Zhuang Yanzheng looks fierce when he has no expression. He was speechless but answered, "I won't eat."

Su Miaoyi ignored his gaze and continued eating.

She was really hungry; she had never tasted instant noodles so delicious before.

In no time, they ate it all, leaving not a drop of soup.

Zhuang Yanzheng was still looking at her.

Seeing that she had finished eating, he got up and went outside to get her a pack of tissues.

Su Miaoyi drew two cards: "Thank you."

The moment the tissue touched her lips, she suddenly saw the scene of being murdered again.

This time she felt pain.

My hands hurt, my legs hurt, my ankles hurt, and my head hurts.

The pain was excruciating and piercing.

My face felt sticky all over.

Blood, blood flowed into my eyes, blurring my vision.

She stared at the man in front of her, her gaze fixed intently on his face.

The man looked into her eyes, his face filled with fear, and he raised and lowered the shovel in his hand.

More blood flowed into his eyes.

The vision became blurrier, but it quickly became clearer again.

She saw the road sign on the overpass in the distance.

Airport Road Elevated Highway.

Jinghai Airport.

500m.

Immediately, the dirt from the shovel was placed over her eyes, mouth, and nose, and she felt suffocated.
"Su Miaoyi, Su Miaoyi, Su Miaoyi!"

Su Miaoyi snapped back to her senses and took deep breaths.

She looked around at everything.

He was still in the interrogation room.

She immediately touched her head and face, and then quickly looked at her hands.

There is no blood.

She touched her wrist and body again; there were no injuries, and she didn't feel any pain.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked, standing to the side.

Su Miaoyi looked up at him.

The feeling of suffocation was so realistic that her breathing was fluctuating quite a bit.

“Captain Zhuang, everything I said today is true. I don’t know how I saw those things, otherwise I wouldn’t have gone to the hospital.” Su Miaoyi looked at him and said, “And I just saw them again.”

Zhuang Yanzheng frowned.

Her reaction just now was definitely wrong.

It was as if his consciousness had been extracted from his body; his eyes were empty, his whole body was still, and he wouldn't respond no matter how you called him.

Su Miaoyi added, "Under the Jinghai Airport overpass. If you take me there, it might clear me of suspicion. I also want to know if I'm really sick."

Zhuang Yanzheng remained silent.

Su Miaoyi said, "Trust me this once."

Zhuang Yanzheng looked into her eyes.

That sense of familiarity suddenly became even stronger at that moment.

He was a staunch materialist.

He became the head of the city's criminal investigation team at the age of thirty.

Such an outrageous thing, even the big yellow dog across the street wouldn't believe it.

But he is a human being.

Zhuang Yanzheng opened the interrogation chair: "Let's go."

(End of this chapter)