I came from an alien planet: Using my immortal body to commit suicide crazily

Just at noon today, a raging fire engulfed the entire Wan family, killing over a thousand people and turning everything into ashes.

Due to its remote location, the area was not discovered until thick black smoke rose high into the sky.

The Holy City Police Department has welcomed the most oppressive lineup of suspects.

Yan Wei pushed the tissue to the grief-stricken Wan Qintang, bowed to Jiang Qianhe, and quietly left the room.

He pushed open the interrogation room where Qi Yanren was and placed the surveillance footage of the street in front of him.

At 4:13 in the morning, Qi Yanren, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the car, stared at Wan Zhai with a murderous look in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Did you send someone to do it?" Yan Wei began to interrogate.

Only a big family can accomplish such a large-scale annihilation of an entire family.

Qi Yanren leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face: "No."

He wanted to kill Wan Shengnan, but he wouldn't do it so blatantly and cause trouble for the Qi family. Someone did it directly, which made him in a good mood at the moment.

"Why go to Wan's house?" Yan Wei asked according to the rules.

"Because Wan Shengnan killed my friend Qu Hui." Qi Yanren said truthfully.

Yan Wei crossed his arms and said decisively: "You and Qu Hui have known each other for a long time. After he died, he came to find you. Did he tell you who would avenge him?"

"No, he didn't say anything. He just came to say goodbye to me." Qi Yanren covered up the matter of the ancient ruins records.

Yan Wei put away the paper and pen: "You can go back first, don't leave the Holy City recently."

Qi Yanren said "hmm" with a refreshed look, put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the door. He stopped when passing by the room with the nameplate "Zhou Family" and looked inside through the window.

The handsome black-haired boy was resting with his eyes closed, leaning lazily on the armrest of the chair. It was obvious that he did not feel nervous or uncomfortable about the upcoming interrogation, and he was calm and composed.

Did he do it? Not really.

Qi Yanren pondered and took a step forward, his heart filled with doubts, and he couldn't help but look back.

Yan Wei entered the room with documents, bowed respectfully, and closed the door.

In the interrogation room.

"Wan Qintang is certain that you sent Qiang Di to do it. Only extremely high temperatures can melt a person."

Yan Wei handed the transcript to Zhou Fusheng: "Do you have any witnesses?"

"Will you believe it if she's there?" Zhou Fusheng flipped through the pages for a moment. "Qiang Di is in the military area all day, you can check. Besides, if it's just based on the high temperature, she is more suspicious. After all, the Jiang family is a family that uses fire. If Wan Shengnan dies, the Wan family's assets will all fall into her hands."

He pushed aside the transcript calmly: "Officer Yan, haven't you heard that the easiest way to find the murderer is to see who gets the most benefit in the end, then it's almost certain."

Yan Wei rubbed his nose, thinking of Wan Qintang crying until she fainted, and then crying again after waking up. It was really not easy to act like this.

Seeing this, Zhou Fusheng slowly poured a glass of water for Yan Wei: "The Wan family cut corners in building the building and pushed others to take the blame. I just wanted to give her a warning, but I was called back before I reached Liuli City."

"I understand." Yan Wei picked up the water glass, drank it all, then stood up and left.

Zhou Fusheng called him and said word by word: "It really wasn't done by the Zhou family."

Yan Wei nodded. Zhou Fusheng had already openly wiped out several large families in Tan Gong Bay, so there was no need to deny the relatively small Wan family.

Qi Yanren, who was eavesdropping, saw Yan Wei was about to come out and immediately ran out of the police station with his heart pounding.

Not Zhou Fusheng.

Qi Yanren curled up in the corner of the gate, with his right fist against his forehead, thinking of that extremely cunning man in his mind.

No?

Yan Wei went to the next interrogation room, pushed open the door, and heard a weak voice. He coughed lightly.

Zhu Ziye let go of Yan Fei and rubbed the moisture off his lips with his knuckles, before Yan Wei could open his mouth he spoke first.

"My relationship with her is not good. It is true that Wan Shengnan disrupted my business some time ago and made me angry, but it is not fatal. After all, we have been husband and wife for nearly ten years."

Zhu Ziye held Yan Fei's hand: "This is a witness."

He lifted up Yan Fei's shirt, revealing several clearly visible red marks, and raised the corners of his mouth.

“This is physical evidence.”

Yan Fei turned his face unnaturally, covering his facial features in shadow, and whispered: "We have been together since last night."

Yan Wei pulled out a chair and sat down, staring at Zhu Ziye with his hawk-like eyes.

"Puppeteer, I think we need to speak frankly."

"Do you think I made him into a puppet?" Zhu Ziye laughed out loud.

He took out a palm-sized white wooden man, took the paper, pen and tape prepared by Yan Wei, wrote Yan Fei's name and stuck it on the wooden man, then moved the man's limbs.

Yan Fei still stood upright, not affected at all.

"Okay." Yan Wei took off the name: "The Sheng family sent someone to tell you to have a simple meal."

"Ah."

Zhu Ziye held Yan Fei's trembling fingers and said, "Don't be afraid. I am very satisfied with your skills, so I will protect you."

Yan Fei felt relieved and walked out of the suffocating room quickly.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Yan Wei frowned. The three suspects had all been interrogated, and each one was more innocent than the other.

Although Zhu Ziye is more suspicious, that was within the valid period of their marriage. He has now divorced Wan Shengnan. If Wan Shengnan dies, he will not get a penny, so there is no need for him to kill him and get involved in a scandal.

Yan Wei let out a heavy breath, subconsciously reached for the cigarette box, took out two cigarettes and lit them.

If the murderer cannot be found, there is no telling what Wan Qintang will do.

Suddenly, he remembered Zhou Fusheng's words, and it was like a chill running up his spine.

Who finally benefits...