American Zombie Detective

Chen Anni's words might work on ordinary detectives, but now she was facing the deputy chief of the city's police department, and a deputy chief who was backed by the governor, so he wouldn't tolerate her!

Deputy Director John immediately stated:

"OK! Ms. Chen, you're right, you're not a criminal and you have your rights, but..." His face darkened, and he said seriously:

"We're dealing with a serial murder case! The governor has said he'll investigate thoroughly. You don't have to provide us with leads, but I guarantee the IRS will begin investigating all your properties tomorrow, and then..."

John's eyes were full of warning:

"Once it starts, it won't stop. Think it through!"

Chen Anni seemed rather timid. After being threatened by Deputy Director John, her expression immediately changed. She nervously looked around, as if hoping to find some lifeline.

Finally, she turned her expectant gaze to Qin Jin, only to be met with his lazy and cold stare.

Chen Anni was completely heartbroken. After much hesitation, she finally confessed.

"I...I'll tell you! There's a private restaurant on the 17th floor, number 8, of the Green Building behind Chinatown. They sell a beauty soup that...it'll make you look younger. The soup is made by Granny Wang. She's the one who said all this."

"When? What were the circumstances?" Detective Carter took over the questioning.

"About a month ago, I went... to have some soup, and I mentioned that I was moving. Grandma Wang... Grandma Wang asked me, and I told her what happened... She said... she said... this is a death sentence on the seventh day after death..."

Detective Carter glanced around; David was quickly jotting down the information. He then looked at Qin Jin, who gestured for him to continue.

"Tell me about the private restaurant," Detective Carter said, turning to delve deeper into the matter.

Chen Anni's face seemed to turn even paler. She hesitated, stammering, "..."

"The private kitchen... the private kitchen restaurant only accepts reservations. Grandma Wang will prepare the ingredients and then let you know when to come and eat... She's not usually there... I only went there because a friend recommended it... it's just..."

Carter asked a few more questions, then had someone take Chen Anni out to do a jigsaw puzzle. He also told her not to reveal the police's questions, and that she could leave once she finished the puzzle.

After Chen Anni left, Deputy Director John immediately asked Qin Jin with some excitement:

"Detective Qin, do you think this woman is related to the case?"

Detective Carter and his team looked at Qin Jin with hope, but were met only with disapproving glances.

"It's alright! Neither Granny Wang nor Chen Anni have anything to do with this case..."

John and his colleagues' excitement froze instantly, but Qin Jin added:

"However, I guarantee there's something else going on with this Granny Wang; we can investigate that too!"

"I see?" Deputy Director John thought for a moment, then picked up the internal phone:

"Hansen, come to the Special Investigations Office."

Soon, Detective Hansen and his partner arrived at the office. After Carter handed him the information, Qin Jin specifically hinted that they should hurry up and find a way to get into the apartment without a court search warrant, check if there was anything unusual, and then notify him.

At the same time, we hope they will ask as many residents as possible in the surrounding area and look for other customer information.

Inspector Hansen solemnly took down the key points:

"Understood, we'll get right on it!" With that, he and his partner quickly left.

Qin Jin turned to Deputy Chief John, Detective Carter, and David:

"Alright, how's the situation with the students now? Have you noticed anything?"

Detective Carter immediately went out to ask the officer in charge of the investigation, and soon returned with a handwritten note:

"Detective Qin, a few students are still missing, but we've compiled most of the information—"

He handed over the paper, which Qin Jin quickly scanned:

Their common interests are similar to those of ordinary people: they love playing games and chasing girls. Moreover, both Adams and Lin Hao have a habit of smoking tobacco.

The difference is that Adams had his eye on a Haredavisen Breakthrough motorcycle two weeks before his death, but his father didn't buy it for him because of safety concerns.

A few days before his death, Mike got into a fight with Tagore from another class in the same grade. It seems that Mike was flirting with Tagore's girlfriend, but not much was found out about it.

Finally, there's Lin Hao. It's said he made a lot of friends in Chinatown, all sorts of strange people, and he often did fortune-telling for people at school...

"Fortune telling?" Qin Jin looked at Detective Carter with some doubt. "Go out and ask him if it's fortune telling or something else?" He emphasized, "I need to confirm whether it's fortune telling, divination, or divination. If you can't confirm, make another trip. It's very important."

Detective Carter had to go out and ask again, and gave a positive answer: "They just confirmed it, it's SUANGUA, yes, that's the pronunciation."

"Fortune telling? That's perfect!"

Qin Jin thought for a moment, then told Detective Carter:

"Take a few of the people who investigated Chen Anni yesterday and send them to Chinatown to find out who Lin Hao is in contact with."

"Secondly, I need to see Tagore... not today, tomorrow then, I'll see him tomorrow."

"Finally, those who haven't been thoroughly investigated, hurry up and finish visiting them all by tomorrow."

"Yes, Detective Qin." Carter noted down the instructions. "I'll go make the arrangements right away."

Carter hurriedly led David out of the conference room to mobilize manpower to carry out these three key investigations.

Deputy Director John looked at Qin Jin:

"Detective Qin, what about now?"

"Now let's confirm what we need, those are the things I've suggested," Qin Jin stood up:

"If everything is ready and we've reached an agreement with the painter's ex-wife, then we can rest for a while and meet at the painter's house at seven o'clock."

Qin Jin had no choice but to do this; otherwise, Director John would have dragged him to lunch.

Drinking a little coffee, alcohol, or beverages is fine, but if they were to eat large amounts of human food, their stomachs would definitely not be able to handle it. At best, they would have diarrhea for two or three days, and at worst, their stomachs would need to be cut open to remove the food. So they must avoid it as much as possible.

When he couldn't refuse, Qin Jin could only reluctantly eat a rare or medium-rare steak, then suck up a lot of blood to expel it from his body as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, Qin Jin had grown accustomed to this long-standing and persistent trouble...

After spending a few hours back at the hotel, Qin Jin and his group returned to the eerie house. The painter's ex-wife, Wright, had already arrived. Her eyes were red and filled with horror. She said she would fully cooperate with the police.

Unfortunately, the painter's son was not in Sacramento, so his wife had to stay here alone to burn joss paper.

A number of people from the police station came. In addition to Deputy Chief John, Detective Carter, and Agent David, there were also about a dozen heavily armed special police officers who were assigned to the station as backup in an empty room next door.

Under Qin Jin's guidance, the painter's family arranged things according to custom to welcome the soul of the deceased back to the world:

First, seven pairs of white candles were placed along the path from the garden to the gate and lit before midnight;

Outside the main gate steps, there was a bowl of cold rice in an earthenware pot, with chopsticks stuck in it, and a pair of red candles and a stick of incense on either side, which were also lit before midnight.

In the center of the living room was a table with the deceased's memorial tablet on it. In the center was a rice bowl with incense sticks and red candles. To the left were two plates of red eggs, and to the right were two jars of yellow wine, prepared for the underworld officials.

Finally, a copper basin was placed in front of the memorial tablet, with prepared paper money and offerings for the dead next to it, to be burned by the painter's wife at midnight...

Everything was ready. Looking at the things in the room, and seeing the eerie atmosphere, Ms. Wright's face grew increasingly grim. Suddenly—

She jumped up abruptly, grabbed her handbag, and rushed towards the door, her panicked cries echoing throughout the first floor.

"No! I can't! He'll kill me, kill me! I can feel it, he's always hated me..."

Her incoherent cries seemed to reveal something extraordinary!