"I know you don't believe me, it's pathetic." The young man chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "You care so much about the truth, but when the truth is right in front of you, you don't dare to believe it."

"Without evidence..."

"How boring." The young man yawned, lazily lifting his eyelids. "I'm not playing with you guys anymore, bye-bye~"

Before the others could react, they saw the young man's mouth move, and a stream of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Call an ambulance!" Lu Ke stepped forward, pried open the young man's jaw, and kicked open the door in a fit of rage. "Who brought this in? How could they forget to give him a full body check?"

"Director Lu... Director Lu..."

A police officer weakly raised his hand, and Lu Ke really wanted to slap him to death.

"You fucking..."

“No,” Lin Qing suddenly said, watching the interrogation video. “He’s lying.”

"What were you found?"

Ning An leaned closer and felt the warm breath on her face. Lin Qing raised her hand and pushed Ning An's face away.

"His tone of voice was very steady..."

“Maybe he’s just a psychopath who enjoys killing?” Ning An looked at him. “Aren’t many psychopaths like that? They find pleasure in killing.”

"If he was just a psychopath, why did he go into hiding after killing Zhang Jin and Zhang Qing? During that time, Zheng Ming attended public events almost every day..."

"For the thrill." Ning An crossed his arms. Although Lin Qing was right, it was all speculation. "Many criminals like to provoke the police, and we haven't caught him for a long time."

“It’s possible, but I still feel something’s not right.” Lin Qing pointed to the screen. “Look at his eyes, they’re empty and lifeless. And he didn’t say a word before Director Lu came in. When he saw people, he told them everything before they even registered their information. If he was looking for a thrill and wanted to challenge the police, why didn’t he wait until he revealed his identity before committing suicide?”

"Is he... sick?"

Ning An frowned slightly. All of this was too coincidental. After investigating for so many days without any clues, this person suddenly jumped out to commit murder, then suddenly turned himself in, and then died inexplicably.

"Is it possible that he has no idea who he is?" Lu Ke asked quietly. "His eyes are lifeless, his expression is stiff, like... a puppet?"

"He's being manipulated?" Ning An slammed his hand on the table. "Director Lu, he must be being manipulated."

"Say something useful."

Lu Ke rolled his eyes, an eye-catching face.

"I request to inquire about Zheng Ming's wife."

"The person we sent just replied that he was sick and we have to come to his home."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Ning An grabbed his sidearm. "Let's trap them like turtles in a jar."

"Team Leader Lin, let's go together." Lu Ke sighed, "I'm worried about leaving Ning An alone."

Ning An's nerves are thicker than water pipes; it would be a miracle if he discovered anything.

"good."

Lin Qing nodded, got up and left, heading to the villa with Ning An.

Ji Han stood by the window with his hands behind his back, watching the police car slowly stop outside the villa, a smile flashing in his eyes.

Lin Qing and Ning An showed their identification, and a servant led them into the villa.

"Madam has been ill lately..."

"Your wife is sick, and your husband isn't coming home to take care of her?"

Lin Qing calmly surveyed the interior furnishings. The luxurious crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the spacious living room, the brown leather sofa, and the famous paintings on the walls all showcased the owner's taste and style.

"My husband is very busy with work, and my wife doesn't want us to tell him, but my husband and wife have a very good relationship. Every time he comes home, the first thing he does is go to see my wife..."

When was the last time your husband came home?

"It should be October 2nd." The maid thought for a moment, "That day is Madam's birthday, and the master came back to celebrate with her..."

"They didn't..."

"Aunt Li, is the police here? Cough cough cough..."

Lin Qing was displeased that her question was interrupted, and her eyes darkened.

"Yes, Madam." The maid opened the door, helped Ji Han sit up, and thoughtfully placed a pillow behind his back.

"I'm so sorry, I was supposed to go out... cough cough cough..." Ji Han's face was pale, and she was barely breathing. She waved her hand and said, "Quickly go and pour tea for the two officers... cough cough cough..."

"No need, we're just here to understand the situation."

Lin Qing raised her hand to stop the maid's movements, signaling her to leave. Ji Han forced a smile, nodded to the maid, and indicated that she could leave.

You should know about your husband's situation.

"I know." Ji Han lowered her eyes, a single tear sliding down her cheek. "My husband was a gentle and family-oriented man, why did God have to make him... cough cough cough..."

My condolences.

Lin Qing carefully observed Ji Han's expression; the sadness in her eyes didn't seem to be acting.

"Thank you..." Ji Han wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, tilted her head back at a 45-degree angle, and forced down her grief. "Officer, you must hurry...find the murderer. My husband died under mysterious circumstances..."

"The murderer has turned himself in, and we need your cooperation to find your husband's body."

"I'll definitely cooperate." Ji Han excitedly grabbed Lin Qing's hand. "What do you want to ask... cough cough cough..."

"Were you aware that your husband owns multiple properties?"

“I know.” Ji Han nodded. “He said he doesn’t like staying in hotels for the convenience of business trips…”

"Wouldn't a hotel be more convenient?"

"He said he didn't feel at home, so he decorated every house exactly like this one." Large tears streamed down her face as Ji Han looked at Lin Qing, puzzled. "Officer, is there any lead?"

Did you know he has a mistress?

Ning An couldn't stand it anymore. How could Zheng Ming, that scumbag, lie like that?

"Wh...what! Cough cough cough..."

Ji Han clutched his chest and coughed violently, almost unable to breathe. Ning An saw this and stepped forward to gently pat his back to help him catch his breath.

"He wouldn't do this... You must be lying to me..." Ji Han lowered her eyes, muttering to herself as if possessed, "He wouldn't... You must be lying to me..."

"I know this information is hard for you to process, but please accept my condolences." Lin Qing glared at Ning An. "We're leaving now."

"He won't...he won't..."

Seeing Ji Han's state, Lin Qing sighed and grabbed Ning An as they walked out of the room.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Ji Han raised her head, rested her chin on her hand, and smiled.

Zhou Siyu has given his gift; now it's his turn to reciprocate.