Simulated Crime, This Criminal Doesn't Seem to Be Acting-Chapter 83

The door slowly creaked open, revealing a pitch-black interior that radiated an ominous aura.

The thick scent of blood seeped through the crack, hitting the nostrils of the three who had arrived on the scene.

From here, Qiu Jianguo could already sense that something was amiss inside.

Having been to countless crime scenes, seasoned criminal investigators like him could even distinguish between the smell of blood mixed with other odors, making a rough judgment about the situation inside and even estimating how long the victim had been dead and what state the body would be in.

So, with just the first push of the door, they could make their judgments.

"Put on gloves and shoe covers, let's go in," Qiu Guoqing quickly donned his protective gear, pushing the wooden door open completely with his gloved hand.

Xu Wan was deliberately pushed to the side by Qiu Guoqing, allowing him to enter alone.

"Click"

The lights in the room turned on.

"Call Brother Zhou and Fan Jingsi to come…"

After a long silence in the room, a voice finally spoke.

Xu Wan tried to peek inside but was immediately pushed back by Qiu Guoqing. Another younger male investigator also tried to look but was pushed back by Qiu Guoqing as well.

The two exchanged glances, and Xu Wan quickly reacted, calling the forensic team to the scene.

[Curious, what kind of scene is it that no one is allowed to see?]

[Some crime scenes are just too gruesome. Brother Qiu is doing it for their sake. Without preparation, seeing it might make them vegans for the next two weeks.]

[I want to go there, just sneak a peek.]

Ye Sangsang arrived at the scene at ten-thirty PM.

"Another day of overtime, I'm already exhausted…" a colleague yawned, looking lethargic.

This era wasn't like ten or twenty years later, when nightlife was vibrant and varied, leading to a nocturnal lifestyle where many people didn't sleep before midnight.

In this era, most people were in bed by ten PM.

People who went out to sing and dance were seen by many as somewhat improper.

Ye Sangsang was also feeling a bit drowsy, a physical fatigue.

Zhou Jianguo, however, was the most alert. He strode briskly with his tools, knowing full well what kind of scene they were dealing with.

About seven or eight minutes later, they arrived at their destination.

After getting off the car, Ye Sangsang and her colleague rubbed their faces vigorously to wake up completely and focus on their work.

There were quite a few onlookers at the scene, pointing and whispering towards the lit-up area upstairs, saying they had noticed something was off.

The victim's room was on the second floor of a small apartment building that was otherwise unoccupied.

They went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

At the corner of the staircase leading to the second floor, Ye Sangsang's gaze fell on a bicycle tucked away in the corner. It was meticulously cleaned, standing out starkly against the dusty and cement-covered surroundings.

When they reached the door, Xu Wan immediately came up to meet them.

She mumbled a few words, her whole being exuding a dazed aura, her face looking ghastly.

Earlier, under Qiu Guoqing's prompting, she had mentally prepared herself countless times to view the scene with another colleague.

Even with preparation, even though she wasn’t seeing her first brutal crime scene, the sight had deeply repulsed her, leaving her utterly disoriented.

In the middle of talking, she leaned against the railing and gagged.

"Let's go," Ye Sangsang said with a helpless tone.

Xu Wan took a deep breath, following closely behind Ye Sangsang, clinging tightly, as if Ye Sangsang could shield her.

To Xu Wan, Ye Sangsang was her most important support in this game, which felt more like a horror game for her.

Ye Sangsang, however, didn't understand what Xu Wan was thinking as she quickly followed the other two inside.

None of them had gone home, waiting for a possible lead that might lead them to the perpetrator or the crime scene, so they could be the first on the scene.

It turned out that they had really waited for the scene.

The smell of blood grew heavier, making them feel uncomfortable all over.

Ye Sangsang’s sharp senses detected the scent of formalin, possibly used to preserve the fetus? Immersed in it, it wouldn't decay.

Inside, bloodstains were scattered everywhere, and the bedding was soaked in blood, its original color indistinguishable.

The entire room was coated in dark brown from the blood, and walking on the ground gave a sticky, fleshy sensation, making one feel deeply uneasy.

Under the white light, only a few scattered spots could be seen as they originally were.

The room was filled with glass containers, their contents ranging from dark to light blood colors, with bloodstains covering the floors and ceilings. Crushed bones, flesh, and hair were scattered everywhere.

Large flies swarmed the room, dense to the point of being overwhelming.

Even horror movie scenes couldn't compare to half of this hellish sight.

"This dismemberment case scene is really…" Ye Sangsang murmured softly.

Zhou Jianguo's expression was complex. The ground-level bedding was enough to suggest that the perpetrator knew about the dismemberment case from ten years ago and was trying to imitate it.

Because ten years ago, the murderer had also placed the bedding on the ground while dismembering the victim.

This was done to avoid noise that might alert people in the surrounding buildings.

The three exchanged glances, needing no words to understand.

After finding a place to set down their tools, they split up to search the house for the victim's head.

This was the most important part.

Zhou Jianguo went to the bathroom, another colleague went to the bedroom, and Ye Sangsang chose the kitchen.

[Ah, all I see is the characters, nothing else.]

[The censorship is so thorough, I can imagine the scene is completely covered in blood.]

This is the most cruel and ruthless murderer I’ve ever seen.

Ye Sangsang was unaware of the situation in the livestream room (she is mentioned as being in a game?). She carefully watched her step as she walked towards the kitchen, frowning as she expressed her distaste for the sticky sensation under her feet.

The house was a two-bedroom, one-living room layout.

Being an older style, even with two bedrooms, the rooms were spacious. The kitchen and bathroom were also larger, as there was no such thing as square footage fees back then.

So, the kitchen was about seven or eight square meters, with a large window for ventilation.

She turned on the light and entered, slowly walking to the sink.

The kitchen floor was slightly better, with only patches of dark brown stains.

Ye Sangsang's gloved hand curled slightly as her gaze fell on the sink.

Black hair, including the scalp, was placed in the sink’s drain, the once crimson red now oxidized to black.

The ground was covered in bloodborne filth, emitting a strong stench of decay, with maggots slowly crawling across it.

Ye Sangsang stepped aside without flinching, looking at the hair, scalp, and flesh torn away from the head.

She disdainfully turned away, walking to the fridge in the room and opening the upper and lower compartments.

Since old refrigerators weren't very big, you didn't need to look closely to see everything inside.

Three headless bodies faced Ye Sangsang, their features indiscernible, their "gazing" eyes dark voids.

As she opened the fridge door, blood that had accumulated in the upper compartment eagerly dripped down, instantly covering the lower freezer layer with bloodborne filth.

The scene was incredibly terrifying and grotesque.

The victims' faces had already been peeled off, making their expressions especially frightening.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have already screamed in horror.

Ye Sangsang pressed her forehead, feeling only a sense of clumsy imitation performance.

What the murderer desired, perhaps, was the fear and screams that would bring him the satisfaction of mocking others.

"The heads are here! In the fridge."

Her voice showed no emotion, and she even had the leisure to glance at the features of the heads before calling out to the others in the room.

Zhou Jianguo was the first to arrive, taking in the scene with a gasp.

They carefully took the heads out and opened the freezer compartment, collecting the hair and scalp, then searched the room for eyes and facial skin to piece together a complete head.

Various tools and instruments in the room were photographed before being removed.

Ye Sangsang was actually a bit surprised, curious about where the murderer had gone. She had received a call, thinking the murderer might have been found dead inside.

Of course, this was just a nice thought.

After seeing the scene, Ye Sangsang knew that at this point, there wasn't much left to investigate in this case.

Once the police had the identity information, the murderer was likely to be caught.

It was going smoothly, making her feel that it couldn't be that simple.

Ye Sangsang sorted through the evidence while pondering, beginning to suspect that the game's case scenario was not quite accurate.

Ye Sangsang and her team worked overtime, scrubbing the crime scene clean.

They left no trace, not even a speck of flesh behind.

Once they were done, they swiftly departed.

The scene was so gruesome, with blood and blackened gore staining the entire room, and fragmented flesh making it look worse than hell.

Everyone who entered, except Ye Sangsang, couldn't bear to look.

As Ye Sangsang and her team cleaned, the detectives continued their work, canvassing the area and searching for the killer who might have just stepped out temporarily.

Some detectives observed the scene, noting details like the condition of the door.

And the specifics of the crime scene.

By now, the overall picture of the case had essentially come into focus.

Ye Sangsang listened and, combining the information she had seen, quickly pieced together a rough account of what had happened.

The couple, who had just received the joyous news at the hospital that they were expecting their second child, were full of hope and excitement.

Little did they know, a man who had failed in family, career, and health was sitting nearby.

He harbored malice, and his sinister thoughts led him to target this family of three, including the unborn child.

Or perhaps he blamed all his misfortunes on others.

He wanted to destroy their happiness.

Ten years ago, he must have been following the case closely, aware of some of the details.

He believed he could do better than the original killer, so he decided to copy the crime.

Based on the scene, it seems he likely arrived at the family's home before them, using something like a card to unlock the old door lock. When the family entered, he immediately controlled the daughter, forcing the parents into submission through her coercion.

Then, in a fatal mistake, he choked the daughter to death. The wife, likely overwhelmed by emotion or horror, fainted, while the husband tried to resist, only to be quickly killed by the perpetrator.

Due to his overexcitement, the tools he prepared were insufficient for dismembering the bodies.

Adding to the impulsiveness of the crime, his fingerprints and footprints were left behind.

So, on the spot, he used a knife to chop up the little girl and stuffed her remains into the washing machine.

They returned in the evening, and during the wait, the wife awoke, only to be killed by the man while still conscious.

Then, using plastic bags from the house, he took the bodies away in two trips.

No one saw him because the average age of the residents in that family compound was quite high, and everyone went to bed early, with the hallway deserted and the security guard virtually non-existent.

The distance from there to the crime scene was just a ten-minute walk, so the round trip didn't take long.

After bringing the bodies back, he started dismembering the man, then found a place he thought was deserted and disposed of the remains by cycling to a secluded spot with the bike left in the hallway downstairs.

Little did he expect that the case would be discovered so quickly. He began dismembering the woman, after committing an act of sexual assault.

During this time, while he went out to work, he placed the woman's body in a prepared freezer.

This detail was confirmed by the forensic team, who discovered a hidden freezer in the corner of the living room.

They also found a glass container on the killer's nightstand, containing a fetus preserved in formalin.

The killer had slept here for three nights, which was quite morbid even for her tastes.

Though, admittedly, she wasn't much better.

The case's basic truth was now clear, and Ye Sangsang was curious about when the killer would be caught.

《Crime Files》cases were known for their difficulty, so was this just a case where the killer was hard to apprehend?

Ye Sangsang picked up her toolkit, her gaze falling on the glass container being moved, and the already packaged head.

Back at the station, the trio began to piece together the bodies, analyze the methods of the crime, the time, and the finer details.

First, the scalp had been peeled off in sections, using bare hands and a small knife. The eyes were gouged out, and the face was skinned.

He likely wanted to open the skull and remove the flesh, but time ran out.

So he placed the head in the refrigerator, waiting for another opportunity.

"This is what in ancient times would be called 'dismemberment,' and what a ruthless act it was!" a colleague wearing a mask said, looking at the body in front of him, venting his frustration.

Zhou Jianguo continued his work, sorting and arranging the scalp before calmly stating, "Everyone harbors malice inside them, the difference being the scale of that malice and whether it's released or not."

"The thing is, it's just so unpredictable! The victims didn't do anything wrong, it's just so frustrating," the colleague said, his frustration evident, as was the mood among everyone in the station who knew the details of the case.

Everyone was holding onto a resolve, waiting to catch the culprit.

Ye Sangsang thought for a moment and said, "No one could have predicted this. Don't dwell on it, let's get the autopsy done quickly; we still have to organize a second identification session!"

The other two nodded and focused on their work.

【It's not easy to find the real culprit in cases where someone just randomly decides to kill.】

【Who could have known that the killer and the victims just crossed paths briefly before the killer acted on hisซากข?】

【I can't comprehend the killer's thought process. All I know is that this kind of person needs to be caught and swiftly executed to get justice.】

Ye Sangsang was just thinking that the killer must have known the family beforehand.

He even knew where they lived and went there to wait like a predator.

This kind of person wouldn't just imagine that the couple's announcement of their pregnancy was deliberately said to torment him, would they?

Maybe that was the case. When they check the case files, the killer should provide some answers.

By the time they finished, it was already 1 a.m., and Ye Sangsang went home.

Meanwhile, the lights in the homicide division office were still on.

Apparently, journalists from the provincial capital were set to arrive in the city tomorrow. They already knew who the killer was and were planning to make an arrest overnight to be ready to report to the press. Once the journalists got the story, it would give some closure to the family and the public.

At the same time, Ye Sangsang received some information on the suspect.

The killer was named Song Jiaqi, 29 years old, with a junior high school education, currently working as a sanitation driver for a sanitation company.

He had a relatively aged appearance and had been unsuccessful in his search for a spouse through arranged meetings.

Three years ago, through a friend's introduction, he met a girl who had a slight limp and, after paying a dowry, they got married.

However, they never managed to conceive a child.

The girl wasn't the type to accept being emotionally manipulated and directly went for a check-up, confirming she was fine.

This led to conflicts between the couple, and during their marriage, Song Jiaqi's parents also fell ill and passed away, plunging the family into debt.

Since the girl struggled to find another husband, she continued to stay with him, though their relationship was strained.

Until two months ago, when his wife announced she was pregnant.

Song Jiaqi had secretly undergone a check-up before and suspected his wife of cheating, leading to a violent outburst and a major breakup.

Betrayal, family failures, and his career being looked down upon gradually twisted his mindset.

Four days ago, for reasons unknown, Song Jiaqi went for another check-up.

The result was the same as before.

Witnessing the deceased couple, he acted on his evil thoughts.

Ye Sangsang's speculations were confirmed by the information.

After washing up, she lay in bed, her mind going over the various pieces of information.

The case was solved relatively easily, yet she felt uneasy.

She didn't understand why the killer had to imitate the previous case and what was the point of the traces he left on the head?

Was it purely for collecting?

But he wasn't someone who liked collecting things; even if his behavior seemed extremely abnormal, perhaps such a habit could develop in him, but she still found it a bit odd.

She took a deep breath, deciding to leap forward in time, waiting to find the killer before drawing conclusions.

What surprised Ye Sangsang was that she couldn't manipulate the timeline.

She thought of Xu Wan, who should still be investigating the case.

With this in mind, Ye Sangsang closed her eyes, trying to sleep for the first time in the game world.

The live stream's audience was also getting tired, with many logging off to sleep.

Ye Sangsang was woken by her morning alarm, checking the time to find it was already 8:30 a.m.

After bidding goodbye to the remaining live stream audience, she logged off.

She asked the butler to book tickets for a cruise, bringing along rehabilitation staff and caregivers, along with hiring a professional psychiatrist. By noon, she was on her way to the cruise.

Unable to connect to the game on the plane, Ye Sangsang began to analyze Song Jiaqi's character.

Considering his family background, personality, and personal history, from a psychological profile perspective, what kind of person was he?

Ye Sangsang quickly wrote many words on a blank sheet of paper, including the details of the crime.

“From his growing experience, everything in his life was normal. You clearly understand his motives, yet you are analyzing again. What do you want to know?” a voice said from the side.

Ye Sangsang looked at him with a sly smile.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Si Si. I saw what you wrote and couldn’t help but be curious,” he said with an apologetic tone. “Sorry for disturbing you.”

Ye Sangsang nodded, her expression polite yet distant, indicating she had no intention of engaging in conversation.

The first-class seats were designed for comfort, focusing on passenger satisfaction.

Seeing her write in such a setting and then offering comments made her feel uneasy.

For a moment, neither spoke.

After a while, a cup of coffee appeared in front of her.

“Have a drink, it might help you think more clearly,” he said, taking the coffee from a flight attendant and offering it to Ye Sangsang.

She looked at him. “If I were you, I wouldn’t do anything unnecessary and just remain polite.”

“Sorry, I’m not good at socializing,” he said, looking flustered.

Ye Sangsang glanced at her butler. With just a look, the butler stood up and helped her switch seats.

She took the coffee he was holding, took a sip, and softly said, “Thank you, the coffee you ordered is very good.”

Si Si forced a smile and retracted his hand.

Upon arriving at the airport, Ye Sangsang was helped off the plane.

After settling into the hotel, she looked out from the floor-to-ceiling windows at the vast, endless sea.

The brief incident was forgotten, as someone like him was not uncommon in Ye Sangsang’s past encounters.

To them, her beauty was unique—fragile yet flawless, like a porcelain doll.

They wanted to collect her, possess her.

So they approached, tempted, trying to grab her attention.

Si Si thought Ye Sangsang didn’t remember, but she had encountered him when she was just thirteen. He had even planned to have her bullied so he could play the savior.

Unfortunately, he never saw her savage side. Ye Xin had intervened in time, preventing a disaster.

Ye Sangsang sat by the window, picking up her writing board.

She looked at her legs, then thought about the idea of perfection in collection.

In her mind, countless clues began to connect.

A family of three appeared in her thoughts, their flesh eroding away from their skulls, revealing the original bone structures in 3D.

The white skulls formed perfect lines.

The exquisite jaw, teeth, facial structure, and the back of the skull were masterpieces of creation.

Then they dispersed in her mind as she maneuvered her wheelchair to look out from the balcony.

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Once, she too admired skeletons.

But later, her interests shifted to appreciating landscapes.

For people like them, appreciation meant seeing and possessing the real thing.

Their desires wouldn’t fade over time; instead, they would grow stronger the longer they stayed.

They definitely wouldn’t stop.

She was referring to the murderer in the game world’s decade-old massacre case.

Yes, what intrigued her the most was the murderer from the case ten years ago.

Because once a crime starts, it’s like opening Pandora’s box, unleashing endless evil with no chance of restraint.

After committing a massacre, the murderer didn’t commit any other crimes.

That was quite rare.

When something is unusual, there’s usually a reason...

Ye Sangsang figured out a few things but didn’t log into the game. Instead, she continued with her regular routine.

Rehabilitation, rest, lunch and dinner, and even a yacht ride before bedtime.

After washing up, she entered the game.

She sat up from Fan Jingsi’s bed and went to wash up.

Before she could finish, her phone rang.

She quickly spat out the foam, rinsed her mouth, and picked up the phone.

“Sister Jing, we’ve found Song Jiaqi, but...”

Ye Sangsang arrived at the scene in casual clothes. The dilapidated, filthy garbage dump was swarming with flies, mosquitoes, and crawling insects.

Everything here seemed gray and dirty.

In the flat area of the garbage dump, many police officers and reporters, despite being told not to, were taking photos.

They asked the police guarding the scene relentlessly, trying to find out who the dead person inside was.

When Ye Sangsang and Zhou Jianguo arrived at the garbage dump, the area was already packed with onlookers. The nearby residents must have all come to see what was happening.

They pushed through the crowd and crossed the yellow police tape to get inside.

Xu Wan and Qiu Guoqing looked exhausted, their eyes dark with fatigue. Seeing Ye Sangsang, Xu Wan’s face showed a hint of frustration.

Ye Sangsang was puzzled, unsure why Xu Wan seemed disappointed.

Xu Wan ran to her and said, “Song Jiaqi is dead.”

“I know,” Ye Sangsang nodded. Before coming, she already knew who the dead person was.

The police found him, yet he was dead.

Such a turn of events felt absurd, almost comical.

He hadn’t died in the garbage dump but in a garbage truck, killed with a single stab to the abdomen.

Seeing the full garbage truck, both Ye Sangsang and Zhou Jianguo mentally prepared themselves before stepping inside.

Since the forensic team was coming, the truck’s container had been detached for easier investigation.

Seeing a complete body for the first time in this game, Ye Sangsang felt a mix of emotions.

Zhou Jianguo’s face showed great solemnity. The murderer was killed by someone else, and the case, which had just shown some leads, now had a new mystery. What was behind all of this?

Ye Sangsang didn’t think much and focused on examining the scene.

The smell inside the garbage container was unbearable, and both put on masks and prepared themselves before moving the body out.

After a preliminary inspection, they took the body back to the station.

It was simple: too many people were around, the environment was unsuitable, and since the body was intact, there was no need to put it back together—just take it directly.

Their colleagues were at other scenes, so they handled the autopsy themselves.

After putting on protective gear, they started examining the body.

They checked for injuries on the outside, focusing on the head and neck to see if there were any blows or needle marks.

Then they examined other parts of the body.

This was the initial autopsy. After this, Ye Sangsang needed to ask the deceased’s family.

Out of humanitarian reasons, autopsies should seek family opinions, especially when the body is relatively intact.

That hadn’t been done before because the previous bodies were dismembered, making it unnecessary.

This time, with a relatively complete body, they needed to ask.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to wait. The police, knowing the man was dead, immediately notified his family.

Song Jiaqi’s wife.

Yes, she was still legally his wife.

Song Jiaqi had no other immediate family, so his wife had the right to make decisions.

Ye Sangsang walked over to the woman sitting on the bench in the hallway outside the department. She was quite pretty but looked pale.

Learning that someone close to you was involved in a notorious massacre case would shock anyone.

Even if they had been on the verge of divorce two months ago, with her moving back to her parents’ house and declaring she wanted a divorce.

“Is there something you need?” She stood up nervously.

Xu Wan stood beside her. After finishing her questioning, she brought her over to sign.

Ye Sangsang looked down at the woman’s abdomen, her gaze quickly moving away. She spoke softly to the woman, “We need you to sign, to allow the autopsy on your husband’s body.”

The woman frowned slightly. Dissecting a body, making it incomplete, was hard for someone from the early 2000s to accept.

Just as Ye Sangsang thought she might think about it, the woman said, “Okay, dissect it. I’d also like to know how a man like him could die.”

【Good line! I want to know that too!】

【Me too! How did he die?】

【She’s pretty decisive, didn’t make a scene.】

Ye Sangsang handed the documents to the woman and pointed out where to sign.

After the woman signed, Ye Sangsang looked at her.

“If you don’t feel well being pregnant, go home. The police will catch the murderer.”

The woman’s face turned pale upon hearing this, her eyes filled with sadness and anger, tears welling up.

Ye Sangsang turned and left, telling Zhou Jianguo they could proceed with the autopsy.

The blade slashed down, exposing the flesh beneath, which was photographed for records before proceeding to cut the ribs and so on.

They would also cut open the stomach, remove its contents for examination.

Examining the abdominal hemorrhage, determining which internal organ was injured and caused the death, as well as the number of stab wounds, their sizes, and the direction of the stabs.

In some cases of self-defense, the injuries would also be analyzed in terms of how many times the blade was swung, which wounds hit the person, and the direction and force of the blade.

If someone died, they would also look at the force used, specifically which stab caused the fatal rupture of a major blood vessel or organ.

While the police interrogate suspects repeatedly, forensic experts directly use the scene's evidence to make a judgment, which is crucial in court.

"The blade was slightly downward. The attacker should be taller and stronger than the victim. After penetrating halfway, they intentionally pushed it further inside, piercing through the kidney and other organs, causing abdominal hemorrhage and death."

Based on the rigor mortis, the time of death should be around midnight last night. The victim’s stomach contained alcohol, marinated food, peanuts, etc., indicating they were drinking with someone.

"After death, the body was dumped in a trash truck, causing simple bruises on the arms, thighs, and head. Based on the wounds and their appearance, these injuries can be determined to have occurred post-mortem."

Ye Sangsang explained everything and looked at Zhou Jianguo.

Zhou Jianguo nodded, "Yes, that's about right. Note down the approximate length and type of the weapon."

Ye Sangsang nodded and began filling out the report.

The chest cavity, of course, needed to be restored. After finishing the report, Ye Sangsang began helping with the restoration.

The two worked in perfect harmony, with incredibly fast cleaning speed.

Aside from the victim's identity, this autopsy was straightforward, and the cause of death wasn't complicated.

It was like a routine autopsy procedure.

In fact, the atmosphere wasn't even heavy.

At least that was Zhou Jianguo's feeling; Ye Sangsang was indifferent.

When Ye Sangsang came out, Xu Wan was waiting at the door. Her eyes sparkled with dependence as she saw her.

This player was strange.

Her behavior made Ye Sangsang a bit curious. How could someone so timid play such a stimulating game?

Ye Sangsang didn't show any of these thoughts. She directly handed over the report to Xu Wan.

Xu Wan reached out, hugged the report to her chest, and looked at Ye Sangsang. "Sister Jingsi, since you're free, let's go together."

Ye Sangsang nodded.

The woman had already been brought to the interrogation room by Xu Wan, while the family members still needed to stay there, waiting for the police's questioning.

In the Criminal Investigation department, they were scratching their heads, wondering why, just as the case was about to be closed, the suspect suddenly died.

Was there someone behind it all?

Who exactly killed Song Jiaqi?

When the forensic autopsy report was handed out, all the police gathered around.

"Drinking and feasting last night. The guy was living a pretty luxurious life!" a police officer muttered through gritted teeth.

Another added, "The time of death is too perfect. It feels like a deliberate murder to cover up."

The police weren't fools. They started analyzing it, going back and forth.

Outside, the police had already begun visiting the scene, reconstructing Song Jiaqi's actions from last night.

Qiu Guoqing, upon receiving the information, drew a route on the whiteboard.

"Alright, the last place Song Jiaqi was seen was at a place called Old Flavor Barbeque. According to Old Zhao's questioning, the barbeque shop owner said that he drank and ate with someone until around 11:40 last night."

Qiu Guoqing paused and circled a time. "After eating, Song Jiaqi's friend said he was being called home and left. Song Jiaqi left around midnight."

In other words, Song Jiaqi was killed right after stepping out.

There were no surveillance cameras inside the shop or at the place where he exited.

So who killed him? The police were still investigating.

At that moment, Qiu Guoqing received another phone call stating that a convenience store reported Song Jiaqi had bought a pack of cigarettes around midnight.

The shop owner recalled that someone was following Song Jiaqi at the time.

Based on the shop owner's memory, the person seemed to be a local troublemaker with a criminal record who liked to wander around the streets nearby.

It was possible that Song Jiaqi was killed by the troublemaker.

Regardless of the circumstances, they needed to find the person and question him.

That afternoon, the troublemaker was arrested and brought to the Public Security Bureau.

Initially, he refused to confess, but once the police showed him the murder weapon, he finally opened up.

He explained that while walking down the street, he saw Song Jiaqi buying cigarettes and thought about borrowing one.

However, Song Jiaqi was arrogant and even sneered at him.

It was the first time he'd seen someone so arrogant. He couldn't take the provocation. Plus, he didn't want to stay outside, so he just stabbed him.

The troublemaker spoke very nonchalantly, his expression even carrying a hint of defiance. "I've never seen such a guy. He thought he was so tough, so powerful, but in the end, a single stab killed him. Tui, such a rubbish killer in a mass murder case. What a moron."

He swayed his legs, his yellow-dyed hair messy on his head.

Seeing the troublemaker's yellow-haired demeanor, the police found it hard to believe that the case was already solved.

The arrogant and ruthless murderer of the dismemberment case, just killed by this yellow-haired troublemaker?

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Just like that, he died?

"A bit dramatic, but real cases can sometimes be so strange."

"I've even seen cases solved through dreams. It doesn't seem that odd anymore."

"Killer of extreme employees, cruel and indifferent murderer, ended up being killed by a troublemaker."

Ye Sangsang held the case file, her eyes downcast. She chuckled, finding it amusing.

This case, up to this point, became truly interesting, completing a perfect closed circle.

Even if there were suspicions of an unseen mastermind, there wasn't a shred of evidence. Everything pointed to this being an entirely complete dismemberment case.

Ye Sangsang's task in this instance seemed to be completed, with the option to click to close the case and exit the instance available.

She placed the case file in Xu Wan's hands and turned back to the forensic department.

She needed a clue, a hint.

This clue should be on the victim's body, something they had all overlooked.