Upon hearing Jianming's words, the other three all looked at him.

"Captain Jian, you know him!"

Jianming pursed his lips and nodded with a grim expression.

“Jian Ming, Jian Zemin, you both have the surname Jian! Could it be…”

Liu Manyun gasped in surprise, her mouth agape.

"He is your son!"

Jianming's expression immediately turned even uglier.

Lu Qing sighed, pointed to Jian Zeming's corpse, and asked Liu Manyun:

"How old do you think he is?"

Liu Manyun: "...I think I'm about twenty years old!"

Lu Qing then pointed to Jian Ming: "How old is your husband?"

Liu Manyun's face flushed red instantly:

"Idol, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to ask such a private question so bluntly?"

As she spoke, her gaze drifted towards Jianming's lower body.

Lu Qing's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, giving Liu Manyun a sharp rap on the head:

"I asked you your age, what were you thinking!"

Liu Manyun coughed lightly: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood!"

Jianming spoke up first: "I'm twenty-eight this year, I can't give birth to a son this big."

"So this zombie brother is yours..." Liu Manyun looked at him curiously.

Jianming pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"He is my cousin, from my third uncle's family."

"Huh???" Everyone was somewhat surprised.

Jianming sighed helplessly:

“I didn’t expect it either. When you mentioned the victim’s name just now, I thought it was just a coincidence that people had the same name. I didn’t expect it to really be him.”

"Are you close to him?" Lu Qing asked.

Jianming shook his head: "In fact, we've only met a handful of times, because my third uncle broke ties with my father a long time ago."

"Why did you break up?" Gu Xicheng asked.

Jianming lowered his eyes slightly: "Speaking of which, this matter is related to me."

"My third uncle... he's a heretical cultivator!"

These words shocked everyone once again.

Jianming: "My family has been disciples of the Donghua Sect since my grandfather's time. Any child born after that who has the aptitude for cultivation will enter the Donghua Sect to cultivate."

My grandfather had three sons. My father was the eldest, and there were two younger brothers. My father and my second uncle were of average talent and failed to enter the Donghua School, but my third uncle was quite talented.

After I was born, because of my decent aptitude, I joined the Donghua Sect and cultivated under my third uncle. At that time, he was quite good, and I never imagined that one day he would become a heretical cultivator.

"When did you discover that he was a heretical cultivator?" Lu Qing asked.

Jianming: "The story goes back three years. After I joined the Investigation Bureau branch, I didn't have much contact with my third uncle."

Until one day, I discovered that demons were wreaking havoc and killing people in the city. After several investigations, I finally found the person who raised the demons. When I led my teammates to surround the place, I saw my third uncle.

At this point, Jian Ming paused, looking at Jian Zeming's corpse, and said:

"Was he disemboweled and had his heart and liver removed when he died?"

Lu Qing nodded: "That's right."

Jianming clenched his fist silently and whispered:

"Back then... my third uncle raised ghosts to kill people, and the victims died in the same way."

“It’s understandable for a kid to kill, but why take out his heart and liver?” Lu Qing asked.

Jianming's face paled even more, and after a long while, he finally uttered a single word: "Eat."

"eat?!"

The expressions on everyone's faces immediately turned grim.

Liu Manyun swallowed and said:

"You mean he cuts out the hearts and livers of living people to eat?"

Jianming nodded: "He had gone mad at the time, saying that eating the hearts and livers of living people could strengthen his body and make rapid progress in his evil arts cultivation."

"Where is your third uncle now?" Gu Xicheng asked.

Jianming: "I caught him at the time, but he ran away and then disappeared without a trace."

Lu Qing: "So, it's possible that Jian Zeming was killed by his father?"

Concisely, I hold an opposing view.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs, so even if Uncle San becomes a heretical cultivator, he wouldn't go so far as to eat his own son's heart and liver!

"Besides, my third uncle is a bit sexist. My third aunt got pregnant several times and was almost forty before she finally conceived a son. She doted on him like a treasure since he was a child and couldn't bear to scold him. How could she possibly kill him and rip out his heart and liver?"

Liu Manyun: "You said he's gone mad, how come he wouldn't do this!"

Lu Qing: "Right now it's all speculation, there's no evidence at all. Even if it really is your third uncle, we can't find him."

Jianming: "Isn't there someone else at the crime scene? Should we go ask her?"

Lu Qing: "She should be in the detention room now, let's go together!"

When Feng Shu woke up and learned that Jian Zeming was dead, she was quite frightened, and the police also questioned her.

Aside from the fact that Feng Shu was in a deep sleep at the time of the incident and didn't hear anything, there really wasn't anything suspicious.

"Feng Shu, how are you?"

Upon hearing Lu Qing's voice, Feng Shu immediately stood up:

"Lu Qing, what are you doing here?"

Lu Qing: "Never mind that. I'm going to ask you some questions now. Can you cooperate?"

Feng Shu knew that Lu Qing was no ordinary person, so she nodded repeatedly:

"Sure, go ahead and ask!"

Lu Qing was about to ask Feng Shu about the circumstances of the incident when he suddenly noticed Feng Shu's figure.

She was very tall, and her figure and build were very similar to the person who had impersonated her to steal the bracelet from her house.

"Feng Shu, how tall are you?"

Feng Shu paused for a moment before replying, "1.75 meters tall, what's wrong?"

Lu Qing: "Where were you on August 30th?"

"August 30th!" Feng Shu thought carefully:

"That was the first day of school, wasn't it?"

“I came to school a few days early. I was with Jian Zeming that day. We were at the hotel.”

"What were you doing between noon and 2 pm? Do you remember?" Lu Qing asked.

Feng Shu: "I think I was taking a nap! I remember I was out at a bar with Jian Zeming until very late the night before, and then I went to school for a meeting early in the morning. I was so sleepy at noon that I didn't even eat lunch, and I slept until after 2 p.m.

In other words, Feng Shu had no memory of this period.

It's possible that someone could control her, transform her into Lu Qing, go to her house, and take the bracelet.

Lu Qing took out the bracelet and showed it to her:

Do you recognize this bracelet?

A look of joy flashed in Feng Shu's eyes, the kind of expression one shows when seeing something they like.

"Is this a new bracelet that Siqin released? It hasn't been released yet, and I can't even buy it if I want to. How did you manage to get it?"

Lu Qing narrowed her eyes slightly: "You like this bracelet?"

Feng Shu nodded without any attempt to hide her agreement.

If Feng Shu really stole the bracelet on her own initiative, then her mental fortitude is truly remarkable.

Lu Qing caught a glimpse of Feng Shu's wrist out of the corner of his eye; there were several red marks on it, as if she had been scratched.

Considering the way Jian Zeming held the bracelet when he died, she figured that the bracelet must have been torn off Feng Shu's wrist by Jian Zeming.

This bracelet originally belonged to Feng Shu.

She was also involved in the theft.

But was the purpose of stealing the bracelet really to frame her?

Lu Qingsheng had some doubts.

Just then, Jianming stepped forward and asked Feng Shu more detailed questions.

Lu Qing's gaze fell on their faces, and suddenly her eyes narrowed.

The facial features of these two people...

Are they siblings?

Cousins?