On the morning of March 11, Peng Yuanyuan was not woken up by her mobile phone alarm clock, but by the wake-up bell in the Andingsi Detention Cell.
Her cell phone was confiscated yesterday afternoon when she entered the Anding Division.
Peng Yuanyuan rubbed her sleepy eyes and opened them to see the clock on the wall in the small space, which showed exactly 6:30.
"Why!"
Peng Yuanyuan then remembered that she had been arrested as a suspect and taken to the Anding Division yesterday because of a dispute with Zhang Qiqi, the mistress.
A day has passed now, and I wonder how the investigation is going.
Without solid evidence, the Anti-Ding Division must release the person this afternoon.
But thinking about the expressions on the faces of the two police officers who interrogated me yesterday, and how they said it was a murder case.
Thinking about this, Peng Yuanyuan felt even more panicked. Although she had told the whole story about what happened yesterday, lying on the cold bed last night, the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
Something was off from the very first unfamiliar phone call I received.
When I submitted my work to Tomato, I repeatedly told the editor to keep it confidential.
Moreover, this editor was none other than one of his simps from his university days.
Even after so many years, he probably wouldn't reveal his identity, after all, she can easily manipulate his sycophantic nature.
So here's the question: how did Octopus Media find out my contact information?
On the app, Peng Yuanyuan left the editor's phone number, but as for her own, she didn't tell many people after returning to China.
Suddenly, she remembered that the day after she poisoned Gao Siming, Qingyu, who had confirmed through binoculars that Gao Siming was alright, had actually called Gao Siming out of curiosity to ask him why he was fine.
When Qingyu learned that it was just a kitten that had been with Gao Siming for several years that had been poisoned, she was actually a little sad for a while.
Gao Siming didn't get angry on the phone; he just coldly told them that it was only fair to reciprocate and they should be prepared to accept his gift.
Thinking of this, Maria's personality couldn't help but want to beat this Qingyu idiot to death!
Now that things have come to this, Maria suspects that Gao Siming is most likely behind the so-called Zhang Qiqi death case, and that this is the gift of his book.
Connecting all the coincidences, it must be Gao Siming's revenge!
The mysterious and tragic deaths of Gao Siming's parents from falling off a bridge, the sudden death of Gao Siming's enemy Wang Zihe at a construction site, and this latest case of the mistress's death—these cases all seem to have one thing in common.
It seems reasonable, but it doesn't stand up to scrutiny. We know there are loopholes, but we don't know how Gao Siming actually did it.
Could it be that Gao Siming in the real world really possesses the same superpowers as Ming Shigao?
But how is that possible?
Peng Yuanyuan was thinking when her stomach started to protest again.
Yesterday afternoon, although I was hungry, I had no appetite. After all, being in a place like Andingsi, how could I possibly feel like eating?
Last night, Peng Yuanyuan only ate a couple of bites of the customized boxed lunch provided by Andingsi, but now she is already feeling unbearably hungry.
The corridor outside the detention room was empty and quiet; the officers on duty must have been slacking off and hadn't gotten up yet.
"Why!"
Peng Yuanyuan sighed again, hugged her legs with her fists, and curled up in a corner of the bed.
...
On the afternoon of the 11th, after nearly two days of hard work, Qin Wen and the members of the Trace Investigation Department finally finished examining Zhang Qiqi's body.
Qin Wen arrived at Li Nan's office with the test report, tossed the document to Li Nan, and then, without a care for her image, lay down on the sofa and gulped down the calming tea in Li Nan's cup in one go.
"This tea tastes good. I'll ask Mom to prepare more another day!"
Because of her psychological trauma, Li Nan didn't check the report immediately, but instead watched Qin Wen perform in front of her.
"Honey, to be honest, I really admire you. You can keep your composure and carry out your work even in that kind of situation!"
"It's no big deal, everyone has their own expertise! Back then, we even had dinner with the cadavers!"
Qin Wen filled the water dispenser for Li Nan and placed the cup on the table. Only then did she notice the documents that Li Nan hadn't touched.
"What, still scared?"
"Wife, isn't it because I have you here? Tell me, I'm listening!"
Qin Wen gave Li Nan a disdainful look, took the report, and explained it to Li Nan.
"I won't go into the details, so as not to waste lunch!"
After testing and data conversion, the amount of sleeping pills detected in Zhang Qiqi's body was enough to knock out an elephant.
Because the body was thoroughly cooked, it was impossible to determine whether the deceased had been subjected to external coercion, restraint, or injury before death.
The deceased's lungs were severely damaged, and the liquid in the bathtub had mingled with the lung tissue, making it impossible to determine whether the deceased suffocated due to inhaling a large amount of liquid before death or was placed in the bathtub after death.
Based on the fact that the deceased took a large dose of sleeping pills, it is speculated that the deceased was placed in a bathtub after falling into a coma, and then slowly drowned or scalded to death by the heating rod.
Due to the effects of a large dose of sleeping pills, the deceased was unable to wake up; even if he did, he would likely not be able to escape the bathtub.
The ingredients of the sleeping pills were a bit strange, but unfortunately, before Qin Wen could explain what was special about them, Li Nan interrupted her.
"Honey, are you sure you're not going into details?" Li Nan gagged. "I had boiled pork slices for lunch!"
Qin Wen smiled smugly, "That's about it for the bathroom. Do you have any questions?"
Li Nan waved her hand, "No, no, continue. Where's the handwriting?"
"Colleagues from the Trace Investigation Department compared Zhang Qiqi's calligraphy practice materials in the study and conducted a computer simulation, confirming that the handwriting on the suicide note was indeed Zhang Qiqi's. However..."
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