Chapter 387 The confession took quite a while.
The slow loris slowly poked half of its furry body out of the tree hole, clutching a worn-out glove tightly in its arms.
Its round shape looks just like a freshly picked chestnut.
Xia Zhining tilted her head back, suppressing a laugh, and opened the evidence bag in her hand to it: "Little cutie, just throw it in here!"
Upon hearing this, the slow loris blinked its big, round eyes and slowly released its little paw. The glove landed perfectly in the open evidence bag with a "plop."
"I almost forgot about your payment!" Xia Zhining suddenly remembered something, took out the promised piece of microfiber flannel from her bag, and waved it at it. "Catch it!"
She gently tossed the velvet cloth upwards—and the slow loris, which had been as slow as a sloth just moments before, suddenly peeked out with its little head and, with a "whoosh," precisely caught the cloth in its mouth, its movement so fast that it was just a blur.
This is the difference between a slow loris and a sloth.
They are usually slow and leisurely, but when they snatch food or bite people, they are incredibly fast and unexpected.
This little guy looks cute, but he actually has a mouthful of sharp teeth that can inject special saliva. If provoked in the wild, the consequences can be severe, and there have been cases of death.
Cute, but only for admiring from afar.
Before leaving, Xia Zhining went to say goodbye to the gray baby flying squirrel.
They discovered that the creature was secretly hanging on a branch at the edge of the langur's territory, its little paws quickly grabbing tender leaves and stuffing them into its mouth, its cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, making crunching noises as it chewed.
Upon seeing Xia Zhining, it waved its paw indistinctly: [Goodbye, two-legged creature!]
Immediately, Gray Cub, undeterred, added: "Really not taking any of my poop with you? It's aged, it cures all ills!"
Looking at its sincere little eyes, Xia Zhining was both amused and exasperated: "We appreciate your kindness, but those treasures... let's leave them for the destined herb gatherers!"
The mountains and forests returned to silence, leaving only the sound of a certain little foodie continuing to happily chew.
The gloves and fishing line were immediately taken to the laboratory by the brother and sister.
Police simultaneously sent samples of fishing line, which were lawfully seized from Zhou Chongshan's home, for testing and comparison.
The final test report presented a clear chain of evidence: Zhou Chongshan's DNA was found on the inside of the old glove.
The gloves are not only covered with gravel and soil that match the geological composition of the cliff path, but also bear unique marks of being repeatedly cut and rubbed by fine and tough objects.
The comparison showed that it completely matched the wear characteristics caused by the stretching of the fishing line.
What truly sealed the deal was the fiber alignment results.
The trace fibers extracted from the worn parts of the gloves showed a high degree of similarity in material composition and manufacturing process with the fishing line fragments found at the crime scene and even the roll of fishing line in Zhou Chongshan's home.
Further investigation revealed that the fishing line belonged to a foreign professional brand that was almost impossible to buy domestically, and the stock in Zhou Chongshan's home and the remaining pieces found at the scene came from the same batch.
The evidence is conclusive: four years ago, Zhou Chongshan wore those gloves and used that special fishing line to set up something at the scene where Zhong Manqing fell off the cliff.
When Su Jianxue finished listening to the police's current investigation results in the interrogation room, she began to tremble uncontrollably.
"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..."
Her voice was laced with a chilling coldness. "I was Zhong Manqing's rival for three years, and I know her style all too well. No wonder... no wonder I always felt that Professor Zhou's later works, in terms of brushstrokes and composition, always had an indelible Zhong Manqing style."
Su Jianxue raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, but managed a smile that was more like a grimace: "I actually naively thought back then that maybe her art style was something Professor Zhou had instilled in her..."
“I was even grateful to him, grateful that he didn’t make my ‘plagiarism’ public knowledge and saved me some face.”
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