Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

Unable to contain his nervousness, He Ming leaned closer to Shen Jingshu and asked softly, "Miss Shen, this time we finally didn't arrest the wrong person again, right?"

Shen Jingshu's gaze was sharp as she fixed on Qi Xing inside the glass, her tone firm and calm: "It's him, he's the murderer."

As she finished speaking, she slightly raised her eyes, looked at everyone, and explained, "The moment I saw him, I could tell something from his appearance. He was surrounded by a thick black aura, a sign that he was burdened with the karma of several lives taken."

She paused, her expression growing even colder: "Though his brows and eyes are well-hidden, they cannot conceal the murderous intent and unyielding resentment in them. And the faintly dark lines on his forehead are clear evidence of the heinous crimes he has committed; there's no mistake about it."

Outside the glass window, everyone held their breath, silently watching Qi Xing, who appeared calm but whose soul was tainted with sin, through the one-way mirror. A battle of wits and will was about to begin.

At this moment, Chen Wei led He Ming through the interrogation room door. Captain Chen walked straight to the interrogation table, his sharp gaze fixed on Qi Xing sitting in the chair, and began the formal interrogation.

Qi Xing's answer was flawless; he remained calm and composed throughout, without giving a single clue.

He claimed that on the night of the incident, he had dinner with his colleagues and did not drink any alcohol. There were also eyewitnesses around him. As for his whereabouts afterward, he said that he went back to his residence alone after dinner. He lived in an old community where the surveillance cameras were broken. The cameras at the entrance of the community only captured him entering the community and could not confirm whether he left afterwards.

Meanwhile, the evidence team's findings came back: Qin Chuan's black sedan had been thoroughly examined inside and out. No fingerprints were left inside, and no clues such as hair or bloodstains related to the four victims were found. It was clear that the car had been carefully cleaned, and the killer's level of caution was far beyond what was expected.

Police then went to Qi Xing's residence to search, but found no evidence, such as any murder tools, the victim's belongings, or anything else, whether inside the house, in the hallway, or in the surrounding area.

With all leads exhausted, the case reached a stalemate once again, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Shen Jingshu suddenly spoke up: "I can go in and see him."

Li Hanting frowned, looking at her with concern: "Jing Shu, he is a vicious serial killer, he's too dangerous."

"Big brother, I'll go in and talk to him. Maybe we can find a new breakthrough." Shen Jingshu's tone was calm, but her eyes were incredibly firm.

Li Hanting hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

Shen Jingshu said no more, raised her hand and pushed open the door to the interrogation room, then slowly walked in. Chen Wei and He Ming immediately got up and left the room, leaving only Shen Jingshu and Qi Xing inside.

Qi Xing looked up and sized up the young girl sitting opposite him, a playful smile playing on his lips. His tone was flippant: "You're not with the police force, are you? At your age, the police force would never recruit you."

Shen Jingshu lowered her eyes and remained silent, completely ignoring his probing.

Qi Xing wasn't annoyed. Instead, he stared at her with great interest, a strange excitement gradually rising in his eyes—the greedy and crazed look that only a top hunter would show when locking onto his prey.

Shen Jingshu looked up and met that gaze. A strong sense of disgust welled up in her heart. Her tone was icy and piercing, devoid of any warmth: "Take that filthy look away."

Upon hearing this, Qi Xing let out a low sneer, full of disdain and provocation.

Just then, Shen Jingshu discreetly reached into her personal space and quietly opened the mouth of the jade bottle that sealed Ding Jiahui's soul.

A wisp of smoke drifted out slowly, and Ding Jiahui's ghost silently appeared, facing Qi Xing.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Jingshu slowly stood up, flicked her fingertips, took out a yellow talisman from her spatial storage, and lightly stuck it on Qi Xing's back when he was off guard.

Qi Xing, who was calm and even playful and provocative just a second ago, suddenly changed his expression.

His eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted violently, and all color drained from his face in an instant, revealing an expression of extreme terror. He struggled uncontrollably in the interrogation chair, screaming incoherently:

"Don't come any closer... Don't come any closer! Get away!"

As he roared, his fear escalated into a frenzied rage, and he began to curse:

"You bitch, get out of my way! I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time! You all deserve to die! Just because you're a little pretty, you dare to look down on people? You're all despicable!"

The people outside the interrogation room were dumbfounded, completely baffled.

Fang Hai and He Ming huddled together and whispered, "What did he see? Could it be... really Ding Jiahui's ghost?"

But in their eyes, the interrogation room was empty, with nothing but Shen Jingshu and Qi Xing.

Inside the room, Shen Jingshu stood quietly to the side with her arms crossed, coldly observing Qi Xing's mental breakdown.

Before long, Qi Xing was completely terrified, lost all control of his emotions, and screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Help! Help! I'll confess, I'll confess everything! Let me out! There's a ghost in this house—a ghost!"

Outside the interrogation room, everyone turned to look at Li Hanting, waiting quietly for the bureau chief to speak.

Looking through the one-way glass at Qi Xing, who was completely mentally broken inside the room, Li Hanting said in a deep voice, "Go in and interrogate him. He should confess everything now."

Team Leader Chen and his team immediately obeyed and entered the interrogation room.

As expected, without his previous excuses and composure, Qi Xing was completely terrified and honestly confessed all his crimes without any concealment.

From his first murder to the subsequent killing of four young girls, he confessed to the time, place, and method of each crime in great detail.

When asked why he specifically targeted young and beautiful girls, Qi Xing's empty eyes suddenly bulged with a twisted, ferocious hatred, and his tone became obsessive and crazed: "Because they all deserve to die! They look down on ordinary people like us just because they're pretty!"

"I may not be the most attractive person, but I graduated from a prestigious university and have a respectable job. Why do they look down on me and humiliate me?"

With his confession, that twisted past was fully brought to light.

It turns out that back in college, Qi Xing had a crush on a girl, but she looked down on him because of his ordinary family background and lack of possessions. She then got together with a rich second-generation heir and, together with her boyfriend, publicly ridiculed and humiliated him, trampling on his self-esteem.

That experience became an indelible shadow in his heart, causing him to suffer from severe mental illness and develop extreme inferiority and paranoia. Afterwards, whenever he saw a beautiful young woman, an uncontrollable hatred would well up within him, and his mentality gradually became abnormal and extreme.

After graduating, he joined the Lu Group. He deliberately disguised himself, saving money to buy luxury watches and wear high-quality clothes, packaging himself as a young talent from a wealthy family.

Whenever a pretty girl is fooled by his facade and takes the initiative to strike up a conversation or show interest, he thinks these girls are all vain and materialistic, and he becomes even more convinced that they are unforgivable.

In his distorted mind, killing these girls was not a crime at all, but rather an act of justice, cleaning up these money-worshipping people who did not deserve to live in this world.

What an absurd and laughable reason.

However, he was trapped in a quagmire of inferiority and manipulated by an extremely morbid psychology. He then took out his anger on innocent people because of his past experiences, and personally buried the lives of four girls in the prime of their lives, causing an irreparable tragedy.