Soul Patch

Chapter 103 Blood Letter (Bonus Chapter for Wild Beast's Donation)

Suddenly, a family member ran out and caused trouble. Officer Zhang quickly stepped forward and blocked the plump woman with one arm, saying in a stern and unquestionable manner:

"Please don't get agitated, the matter is still under investigation."

Will Aunt Zhao fall for this?

When housewives in the village get into conflicts with others in the countryside, they are best at throwing a tantrum in the street, scratching, kicking and shoving... they just can't stand to be taken advantage of.

The police are good at making sarcastic remarks, telling her not to get agitated? How could she not get agitated?

Xiao Hui is still lying in the hospital in a coma!

Officer Zhang saw the fat woman crying and cursing, and then taking the opportunity to hit her... Isn't this ridiculous?

He grabbed the fat woman by the waist and dragged her out.

As he turned the corner in the corridor from the interrogation room, he saw his colleague running towards him, looking apologetic.

"This is the mother of the injured woman. She insisted on coming over to see what was happening when she heard that there was an interrogation taking place here."

As soon as I entered the police station, I said I was going to the restroom... I never expected me to cause trouble here.

Xiao Zhang straightened his collar, which Aunt Zhao had grabbed askew, and waved his hand weakly:

"Keep an eye on her and don't let her interfere with my taking the statement."

As I turned to walk towards the interrogation room, I heard the plump woman behind me shout:

“He is a real murderer. More than ten years ago, he came to my house and tried to steal a kitchen knife to kill someone.”

Hmph! Ten years ago, they were probably only teenagers.

Xiao Zhang ignored the fat woman's nonsense and quickly returned to the interrogation room.

The scene was chaotic just now, and the person facing the family was an elderly woman.

He's someone you can't hit or scold, and yet he won't listen to reason... It's really a headache.

Now that his nerves had relaxed, he realized his neck was burning.

He reached up and wiped his hand, looking at the bloodstains on his hand:

Damn, I'm injured!

This is infuriating!

When he returned to the interrogation room, his colleagues were already taking his statement.

He arrived at the interrogation room where Jia Nan was being interrogated and saw that Captain Wu was taking a statement inside.

Through the window, you could see Captain Wu and Jia Nan sitting face to face. Captain Wu would ask questions from time to time, while Jia Nan kept her mouth tightly shut.

He wouldn't say anything.

This Jia Nan!

Standing in the corridor, Xiao Zhang clenched his fists, staring intently at Jia Nan in the interrogation room.

They sent someone to follow him for a day, watching him go in and out of his own villa... clearly looking for an opportunity to shake off the police.

Only someone with a guilty conscience would try to shake off the police.

So they followed them all the way to the Lincoln Villa in the eastern part of M City, a place where business celebrations, birthday parties, and gatherings are held.

Captain Wu's judgment was correct; something really did happen at the Lincoln Villa tonight.

Cheng Xiaohui, a planning manager hired by Huahai Technology Company at a high salary, suffered a concussion injury to the head, which caused her to fall into a coma. She was rushed to the hospital.

Just as he was staring intently at the situation in the interrogation room, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

Startled.

He suddenly turned around and looked back:

"Hey, Brother Li, why didn't you say anything?"

Old Li in front of him was clearly acting strangely: he seemed to have suffered some kind of shock, his head drooping and his whole body listless.

"What's wrong? Didn't we have a good watch on Jia Nan today? We caught her red-handed, come back and interrogate her right away."

Xiao Zhang glanced at Lao Li, then looked towards the interrogation room.

Old Li followed his gaze and looked into the interrogation room.

Inside the interrogation room, Captain Wu and Jia Nan were facing off. He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and tapped the door of the interrogation room a few times with his fingers.

Team Leader Wu glanced towards the door and saw Old Li standing there with a livid expression.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, got up, and walked out of the interrogation room.

The moment the interrogation room door closed behind Captain Wu, his eyes met those of Old Li.

He smacked his lips and pinched his chin, as if unwilling to face the facts before him.

The three men were silent for a moment, then Captain Wu spoke after a moment's thought:

"The villa's security footage didn't find any evidence that Jia Nan harmed Cheng Xiaohui?"

Old Li nodded heavily, his face grim.

Xiao Zhang glanced at Captain Wu, then at Lao Li, and sighed as well.

No one spoke for a while. Old Li took a few deep breaths, then casually patted Captain Wu on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's have a smoke."

Captain Wu remembered the time when Old Li advised him to smoke less at the crime scene last time. He smiled bitterly and said to Xiao Zhang, "Go in and have Jia Nan sign something, then let him go back."

Xiao Zhang watched as Captain Wu and Lao Li walked towards the police station's elevator. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and pushed open the door to enter the interrogation room.

Inside the interrogation room, a round incandescent light shone from the ceiling.

These incandescent bulbs have a higher wattage than commercially available home lighting bulbs, making them exceptionally bright when hung overhead. The entire interrogation room is bathed in a blinding white light.

A young man sat quietly beside the interrogation table; it was Jia Nan.

Today, Jia Nan wore a beige fitted suit from a high-end designer, and her short hair was styled perfectly.

As he watched Wenjie being held hostage by a plump middle-aged woman, he glanced at Wenjie's casual clothes and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He hates anyone bothering him, including the police.

He instinctively resisted when the police followed him.

That's why he got into the business car sent by Huahai Technology Company to pick him up.

To avoid being bothered by the police, he went straight to the backstage of the banquet hall when he arrived at the venue.

He took out the business card that the old man had left behind. The card had the words "Wang Hui" and "Branch Operations Director" printed on it in black clerical script.

She was about to call Wang Hui, planning to have him lead her out the back door.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Cheng Xiaohui there.

He avoided the name "Cheng Xiaohui" and everything about this woman as much as possible.

Cheng Xiaohui liked him when she was just beginning to experience love, and that liking lasted for many years.

This didn't bother him; he simply lived his own life in his own world, completely ignoring everything else.

However, he underestimated the enduring affection and devotion shown by a woman who had fallen in love.

All his coldness and aloofness became his unique charm in Cheng Xiaohui's eyes.

Gradually, Cheng Xiaohui fell hopelessly in love.

Since Cheng Xiaohui had never explicitly pursued him, he didn't directly reject her either.

It's not about being considerate of the other person's modesty or self-esteem; it's mainly that I feel it's unnecessary... He's not interested in anything except revenge.

Cheng Xiaohui drank too much at a classmate reunion and called Jia Nan, but Jia Nan hung up immediately.

He thought to himself that if they continued to harass him so openly in the middle of the night, he would call the police.

This didn't happen again, and Cheng Xiaohui transferred schools.

In Jia Nan's view, he had no connection with Cheng Xiaohui, so what did her transferring schools have to do with him?

Many years passed in the blink of an eye, and he had almost forgotten that such a person existed, when he received an invitation from Cheng Xiahui and a letter written in blood.

Unfolding the letter, the sweet, metallic smell of dried, crimson blood filled his nostrils.

(End of this chapter)