Mu Zishan was taken to the criminal police team and sat in an empty little dark room. She just kept knocking on the table until someone came in.
"Mu Zishan, right?" The person who asked her was a female police officer.
"Yes." She didn't look up.
"Why did you kill Wang Yu?"
She continued banging on the table.
"Why kill Wang Yu?"
"Before asking this question, have you found any evidence?" Mu Zishan raised his head and looked at her.
"Of course."
The female police officer produced some documents, including photos of her interactions with Wang Yu, and a fingerprint identification report. Unexpectedly, the murder weapon used to kill Wang Yu was actually a small spoon, the same one she had used.
"That's all?"
"You had plenty of time to commit the crime," the other party said, "and most importantly, you have physical evidence."
"If everyone in the police department were like you, I'd think everyone would be a criminal," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Find someone reasonable to talk to me."
“You…” She was very angry, but there was no other way but to go out and get her head in.
"Mu Zishan," the man stared at her, as if trying to see some fear or nervousness in her eyes. "Based on this evidence, we have the right to detain you at the police station. However, I still have some questions."
She looked him up and down: "Go ahead."
"What is your relationship with Officer Li?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Then why did he ask his superiors to put that bronze artifact up for auction for you?" he asked. "Even more interestingly, how did this bronze artifact, which was clearly not for sale, end up in Wang Yu's hands so suddenly? What's your relationship with Wang Yu?"
"I can tell you that," she said, "but I have to see Wang Yu's autopsy report."
He hesitated again: "I'm afraid it's hard for me to agree to this."
"Well," she said, "I want you to notify my lawyer."
He walked out. Outside, Zhuo Qiang and Lu Yang were arguing with the people from the Criminal Investigation Bureau with their lawyers. If they didn't find the most powerful evidence quickly, with Zhuo Qiang's strength, she would be bailed out soon.
Soon, Mu Zishan received the autopsy report and carefully reviewed it. She had no intention of leaving. After they sent Zhuo Qiang and Lu Yang away, it was already late at night. She sat alone in the small dark room, wrote something, and when dawn broke, the female officer took her to the appeals office again.
"If you have any wisdom, you'd know I didn't kill him," Mu Zishan said. "This wound clearly shows two weapons. As for how to prove my innocence, I think it's more reliable for me to find evidence myself."
The policewoman looked at the camera and said, "Where do you think this is?"
"You can take a look at these," she noticed the changes in the camera, "I hope you will be wiser in the future."
They quickly let her out, and outside the police station, Lu Yang and the others were waiting for her. She looked much thinner after not eating for a day.
"Let's go!" Lu Yang said.
Zhuo Qiang was driving. Although he had a brief conversation with Lu Yang yesterday and knew what she was up to, he still felt a bit uncomfortable with her impulsiveness. Now not only had she become a suspect, but more importantly, it had implicated Officer Li. If he hadn't had some connections in the police station, he could have saved Officer Li's life.
"What are your plans now?" Zhuo Qiang looked at her in the rearview mirror. "What help do you need?"
"Go back and rest first," Lu Yang said, "We've been exhausted all night."
Zhuo Qiang didn't ask any more questions.
When she got home, Aunt Lin prepared a bath for her. She submerged herself in the water and thought about what Wang Yu had said to her that day.
"The origins of this antique aren't so simple," Wang Yu continued, taking a sip of coffee. "My grandfather is an authority in the antique world. From his records, I know that this bronze artifact was once collected by several major families, but later they lost it for various reasons. It's said that this bronze artifact is very spiritual. If someone puts human blood into it, it will emit a mysterious sound, causing the person to die unknowingly."
"I'm not interested in this kind of superstitious stuff," she said, changing the subject. "What's the story behind that tomb in Hunan?"
"That's where the most recent generation buried it," he continued. "Perhaps because the tomb is so mysterious and terrifying, someone deliberately placed the bronze artifact there a long time ago. As for why, no one knows now."
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked.
"Because that thing has set its sights on you," he said, "and you'll be the next to die."
She looked around and saw nothing, but she knew someone was watching them. She hurried away, but she didn't expect that the person who died was not herself, but Wang Yu.
She rose from the water, breathing heavily. Now the enemy was in the dark, while she was in the light. How could she lure him out?
News arrived from the police that Wang Yu's fatal wound was likely inflicted by a man taller and more powerful than he was. This meant someone had been targeting him and wanted to use Mu Zishan as a scapegoat. There was also news that the bronze artifact had been shipped out of the country, that Huaiyuan Group was facing bankruptcy, and that Wang Yu's grandfather had passed away from a heart attack. Her leads were now even fewer, but she seemed to remember someone: the appraiser at the auction house.
Shan Cong found out that among those appraisers, there was indeed one who had left the country during this period, but the appraiser who had contact with Wang Yu was still in the country.
Mu Zishan and Shan Cong went to where he worked. When she walked into his studio, he was already dead on his desk. From the outside, he did not suffer any fatal injuries, as if he had died of a sudden illness.
Shan Cong said angrily: "What on earth do these people want to do? Killing one after another!"
Before the police arrived, she checked everywhere and found a photo. The photo was taken in the ancient tomb where the bronze artifacts were found. There were also fragments of his fingernails and fibrous objects left in his mouth and nose, which seemed to indicate that he had been murdered.
Shan Cong saw her constantly looking through things, as if she was looking for something: "Is there anything suspicious?"
"I didn't expect this guy to be a writer." She flipped through a few books he had written. "He's a writer? Take all this back."
"this?"
"What's wrong?"
"What if the Criminal Investigation Bureau shows up?" Shan Cong worriedly asked, "That would be considered destroying the scene."
She put the book in his hand: "Here, why are you talking so much?"
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