Chapter 214 You’re Still Scared

"I'm not lying to you. I'm a fortune teller. I read your fortune. The red color of your life gate goes through your eyebrows and reaches the root of your nose. Your face has already shown the outcome. You can't escape the disaster of prison."

Dai Qing looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Accepting legal sanctions is your fate. As for the grudge between you and Zhao Hongying, it won't be too late to settle it in the underworld."

"...Don't try to scare me. This is the Public Security Bureau, a place where the law is strict."

Zhang Jiabao looked at Dai Qing with horror. He felt a chill on the back of his head after hearing what she said. This was the first time he heard that the police interrogation was still feudal and superstitious.

Chang Hui looked at the fear in his eyes and snorted.

"The law is strict and will naturally be used to arrest lawbreakers. You know exactly what you have done. You cannot even dream of escaping legal sanctions."

Dai Qing watched the human figure slowly forming behind Zhang Jiabao, then looked up at the solemn and dignified national emblem.

I vaguely understand.

In this place, Zhao Hongying's obsession could haunt him, but it could not turn into a fierce ghost and attack people.

"You are already on the verge of death. You will eventually be tortured to death. It will be the same outcome whether you speak up or not. The only difference is that you will not suffer before your trial. But if you are released, you will surely die miserably."

With the resentment that Zhao Hongying had just formed, he would definitely be torn into pieces.

Just as she said this, Dai Qing saw the strange pair of hands already grabbing Zhang Jiabao's neck.

"Your neck is being strangled. How does it feel?"

Chang Hui: “…”

I told you not to intimidate others.

Listening to Dai Qing's calm eyes and indifferent tone, Zhang Jiabao was stunned for a moment, and then, not knowing if it was a psychological effect, he felt a chill on his neck, extending from his neck to the base of his tail.

"You... are you telling the truth?"

"A fortune teller never lies."

Dai Qing looked at his frightened expression, turned around, sat in the chair beside her, drank some tea to moisten her mouth, and stopped talking.

There was a moment of silence in the interrogation room.

There was a sudden silence. Zhang Jiabao, who was sitting inside, suddenly became nervous. He looked back repeatedly with fear in his eyes. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt someone blowing cool air on his neck.

His whole back felt cold. It was the middle of summer, but he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar and was shivering all over.

Is there really a ghost haunting him?

The more he thought about it, the more terrified Zhang Jiabao looked. He pressed his hands on the table, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He took a deep breath.

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything. Please help me shovel out the dirt that's entangled with me."

Chang Hui listened, raised his eyebrows, winked at the recorder, and sat directly on the interrogation table.

He held a cigarette in his hand and occasionally put it to his nose to sniff it, but did not light it.

"Tell me, why did you kill Zhao Hongying?"

Dai Qing was sitting next to him and looked at him in surprise. This man's interrogation was really straightforward, simple and rough.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiabao was a little dazed after being threatened. When he heard Chang Hui's question, he didn't resist and confessed.

"Zhao Hongying and I met while working. After chatting for a while, we both had feelings for each other, so we got together. We were in love, but neither of us had ever thought about getting married. We were together to relieve our loneliness. I was attracted to her as a person, and she was attracted to my money."

"Because she has a son who is in elementary school, I take care of almost everything about his eating, drinking, defecating and urinating. I think that doing this is already good. But a while ago, she actually asked me for money. She asked for 5,000 yuan at once, saying that she was short of money to buy a house..."

As soon as Zhang Jiabao opened his mouth, he started talking and confessed everything about their relationship and conflict of interest.

The two of them came together to get what they needed from each other and to trade money, just like a temporary couple.

At first, the two got along well, until recently Zhao Hongying suddenly asked him for 5,000 yuan, saying that she could buy out the house.

She wanted to take the opportunity to buy the house she lived in and put it under her own name for security.

He was just a odd-jobber, how could he have 5,000 yuan? He simply couldn't afford it.

But Zhao Hongying was determined to get the money and looked very anxious, crying and making a fuss, which made him very annoyed and he wanted to end this relationship.

After the quarrel, the two parted unhappily and did not see each other again for more than a week.

One morning, Zhao Hongying suddenly called him on the page and asked him to go over. At that time, he did not think much about it and thought that Zhao Hongying had thought it through and would no longer force him to give her money, so he went.

After arriving at her house, Zhao Hongying actually cooked a few side dishes for him and bought him his favorite wine.

After a bottle of wine, the two of them reconciled. Afterwards, he also gave her a hundred yuan so that she could buy some clothes.

Who knew that Zhao Hongying suddenly turned hostile and brought up the matter of the 5,000 yuan again, saying that she would sue him for rape if he didn't give it to her.

He was drunk at the time and beat the man. But Zhao Hongying held his legs and wouldn't let him go, so he got anxious and threw her out, but she happened to fall on the corner of the table.

Seeing her lying motionless on the ground with a pool of blood gushing out of her head, he was frightened and ran away.

After explaining the whole thing, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was still angry.

"I didn't do it on purpose. She was plotting against me and that's why I failed."

"Whatever the result is, we'll have to wait for the legal decision." Chang Hui took the confession, asked him to put his fingerprints on it, and walked out with it. His expression was finally much more relaxed.

Just as Dai Qingzhu was about to leave, Zhang Jiabao suddenly stood up and pulled the table with a bang.

"Honestly, your skin is itchy, isn't it?"

Zhang Jiabao couldn't stand straight. He hunched over and looked at Dai Qing, his eyes full of pleading, "Master... can you help me get rid of the dirt?"

"Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. I will not interfere in the cause and effect between you two." Dai Qing turned around to look at him and shook her head in refusal.

After leaving the interrogation room, Chang Hui glanced at his watch and asked, "Would you like to try our cafeteria?"

"No, I'll go home and eat." It was still early, and Dai Qing was going to go home and get some sleep.

"Then I'll drive you there."

"No need. I'll take a taxi back. You go and do your work." After the interrogation, there were still many things to deal with. Dai Qing knew that he was busy, so she naturally didn't bother him.

"It's still possible if you spare some time." Chang Hui wanted to go drive, but was rejected by Dai Qing.

I parked the car and went straight home. I made a simple pot of stir-fried noodles, shared it with my dog, and fell asleep after eating.

It was not until three o'clock in the afternoon that I opened my eyes.

The weather outside was a bit hot and dry, with not a single breath of wind, which made the house seem a lot cooler.

I sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating and practicing my mental skills. After a short cycle, it was already dusk.

Dai Qing didn't want to cook dinner, so she went out to eat a bowl of hot and sour noodles and a steamed bun.

After eating and drinking, Dai Qing strolled home to prepare for the night shift.

Speaking of this job, Dai Qing has already started to think about it in her mind. Now that she has the house, this job of hers is dispensable.