Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Chapter 9 — Evil Ghosts

Time rewound two hours earlier.

To obtain surveillance footage, He Linfeng needed to show his credentials. Since he also happened to want another look at the scene, he simply decided to go in person.

The return route was a bit congested. A seventy-second red light cut off the traffic flow, and in moments a swollen long queue formed.

He Linfeng was stuck right in the middle. Next to him was a half-covered express delivery truck, its color extremely bright—yellow, like a lemon hanging from a branch.

“Baby,” the window was open, and he casually tapped the steering wheel while listening to the delivery guy in the “lemon” truck bragging about his girlfriend. “My supervisor approved my leave. I’m getting off work soon—should I go pick you up at your company?”

“…Mm, mm-hm, the movie tickets are already bought, and the restaurant is… wait a sec, I’ve got a call. Might be a client, I’ll pick up first.”

——“Sigh, if only we could find Xi Xue’s phone sooner. All the call logs are just delivery and food orders.”

——“That Xi-whatever is really strange. I said I’d send it by same-city courier, but she insisted on meeting in person.”

Like a flash of lightning, inspiration struck. He Linfeng suddenly turned his head to look at the courier’s Fruit 15 phone.

The courier jumped in fright: “W-what are you doing? This is my brand-new latest model!”

“Nothing. Thanks to you and your… girlfriend.” He Linfeng’s gaze swept over the black rubber band on the other man’s wrist, and he smiled. “Have a good date. May you be together forever.”

Beep—

The light turned green. The signal only lasted twenty-two seconds. Cars behind honked twice in succession. The courier quickly twisted the throttle and drove off.

“Hello? Yeah I’m here, I’m here. Sorry, I just ran into someone a bit brain-dead.”

……

“So Consultant He figured out the killer from just those two sentences?” In the office, Song Xiaotong listened seriously as Zhou Shan recounted the whole sequence of events, her eyes sparkling.

“It’s not a killer, it’s a suspect,” Zhou Shan corrected seriously. Then he scratched his head. “And it’s not exactly guessing. Consultant He said that when Bian Shao’s car entered the residential area, there really was a courier making deliveries.”

But that kind of scene was too common—something you see every day in life. Like himself, he had also seen the footage but didn’t notice anything.

Song Xiaotong: “And then? And then?”

“Then Consultant He found the courier responsible for deliveries in Yunding Community that day. As soon as he called, the guy panicked and confessed, saying he only posted in the group because he was afraid his buddy was being cheated on, and he wanted to warn Wu Haiyang.”

Song Xiaotong: “Wu Haiyang?”

“The one Captain Yan and I just brought back,” Zhou Shan explained. “He looks pretty normal, but something feels off. A bit too calm.”

Song Xiaotong was puzzled. “Why didn’t Consultant He go?” She had always dreamed of personally catching bad guys.

Zhou Shan was also confused: “He said he had another case to investigate. I was going to ask you—did Director Zhao assign a new task? How come I don’t know about it?”

They looked at each other.

Wang Lai, who had been quietly “growing mushrooms” in the corner, suddenly grabbed his hair hard, as if coming back from the dead, and shot straight up from his chair.

“Jian Qing… right, Jian Qing.”

“Did that fox He Linfeng also get affected?”

The North City Public Security Bureau had been renovated two years ago. The interrogation rooms were rebuilt with padded walls and table edges, soundproof and soft, ensuring suspects would have no chance of injuring themselves inside.

Only the chair in the middle remained cold and hard, its four legs firmly welded to the ground. A small desk extended from the armrest, and a pair of wrists were cuffed onto it.

It was Wu Haiyang.

As Zhou Shan had described, he was calmer than most suspects sitting here. Although he could not be called energetic, he also did not look haggard. Xi Xue’s death seemed like nothing more than a headline—aside from sparking a frenzy on social media, it brought no earth-shattering impact to those close to her.

Beneath his hoodie, faint outlines of muscle were visible. Wu Haiyang was tall and sturdy, with a buzz cut, yet his facial features were unexpectedly soft, as if he smiled often. His first impression was not menacing, but somewhat clumsy.

After briefly organizing the newly submitted evidence, Yan Qiuyu asked, “Name.”

“Wu Haiyang.”

“Age.”

“24.”

“Relationship with the deceased Xi Xue.”

“Ex-girlfriend.” Seeing the female officer across from him look up, Wu Haiyang added, “We broke up on the seventeenth.”

Yan Qiuyu: “Broke up?”

“Yes.” As if finding it hard to speak, Wu Haiyang gave a bitter tug at his lips. “There’s been so many revelations about her online these past couple of days—you’ve probably seen them too. I’m just an ordinary guy. Xi Xue… she was very beautiful, and from a good family. It was inevitable she’d have people better than me pursuing her.”

Yan Qiuyu: “So you mean Xi Xue was materialistic and unfaithful in the relationship?”

Wu Haiyang shook his head.

“It’s my fault for being useless,” he said. “I knew Xi Xue was doing part-time work, but I didn’t expect… that she’d even be photographed by her company colleagues.”

“I got too angry, so I called her and broke up with her. I said some really harsh things too. If I’d known she would take it so hard, I definitely would have…”

“Ha.”

In the otherwise solemn interrogation room, someone let out a dry laugh. The tone was rigid and mechanical, yet for some reason it felt mocking.

Frowning, Wu Haiyang turned his head, finally directing his attention to the man beside the female officer. From the moment he entered, that man had sat behind the computer, typing away rapidly on the keyboard without saying a word.

“Sorry, just suddenly had an itchy throat.” Recording this honestly into the transcript, He Linfeng stood up and took three photos, placing them in front of Wu Haiyang.

They were respectively: a corpse, a Taobao shopping screenshot, and a heart-shaped pendant made of two interlocking puzzle pieces.

Wu Haiyang’s eyelid twitched.

“Evidence shows that three days ago, you ordered a couple necklace on a shopping app, which was delivered on the seventeenth—that is, the day Xi Xue drowned.”

“Later, one of them was found on Xi Xue’s body when it was discovered on the morning of the eighteenth, while the other was found in your home.”

Pointing at each photo in turn with his index finger, He Linfeng tilted his head slightly. “Care to explain?”

“Or should I explain it for you, Mr. Wu? Did you perhaps change your mind midway, thinking that being cheated on didn’t matter, as long as she was still willing to have you? So you chose to forgive her?”

He rarely spoke so sharply. His tone sounded less like a question and more like a statement, as if he were looking at a clown, convinced the other party lacked the courage to fight back—just a coward.

Wu Haiyang’s cuffed hands clenched into fists.

“Or let me explain it for you,” seeing the silence, He Linfeng gave a faint smile. “In fact, you weren’t that timid. After finding out your girlfriend betrayed you, your first instinct was to kill her.”

As if he had witnessed it himself, he lowered his voice: “The necklace was a very good excuse. Mingxin Lake is deep and secluded. As long as you gave her a slight push—splash—this woman who played with you would become forever loyal.”

Wu Haiyang trembled violently, as if trying to stand up, but the chair held him firmly in place.

“No,” cold sweat faintly seeped from his forehead. He retorted, “I didn’t.”

At least at the beginning—he didn’t.

Yan Qiuyu appropriately released a segment of surveillance footage.

In the video, Wu Haiyang—holding a box in his hands—stood downstairs of Xi Xue’s dormitory building. Because he was wearing a courier uniform, he did not attract any attention.

Under the ashen-gray clouds, the sunset sank away. Dormitory 601 was unlit. He stood there silently for a while with his head raised, then turned and left. Ten minutes later, he merged with many students who had just finished evening classes and walked through the underground passage toward Mingxin Lake.

The time was the 17th at 18:25.

His expression was gloomy. Throughout, he kept his eyes lowered, staring at his phone—less like he was waiting for a reply, and more like he was repeatedly rereading a message.

【Work’s over, I’m heading back to the dorm! So hungry.】

Even though the footage was blurry, Wu Haiyang clearly remembered what was on the phone at the time.

Liar.

He thought that if he hadn’t taken leave that day, he would have been fooled again.

Just like so many “part-time work days” before.

“…After that, the camera never captured you leaving.” Tap, tap—Yan Qiuyu knocked on the table, pulling him back to reality. “Wu Haiyang, where were you at 11 p.m. on the 17th?”

“There are many blind spots in Jiang University’s surveillance. The fence near the dormitories is also broken, with gaps torn open that act like small gates. Couriers and delivery workers often pass through there.”

Returning to a familiar domain, Wu Haiyang gradually calmed down. But Yan Qiuyu could see his evasion and pressed on relentlessly: “Where were you at 11 p.m. on the 17th? Your roommate says you didn’t return to your rented place.”

Wu Haiyang fell silent. After two seconds, he said, “Drinking.”

“Where did you drink?”

“Just on some roadside. I don’t remember.”

“Where did you buy the alcohol?”

“A small supermarket.”

“Payment records.”

“…I used cash.”

The screen scrolled. Wu Haiyang’s gaze drifted, unintentionally brushing past a group chat record:

【Xi Xue is dead.】

【Which Xi Xue?】

【Who else? Wu Haiyang’s girlfriend.】

【No way? Just because of a photo?】

【A photo? More than that. The Jiang University forum even caught the cheating guy’s face. One moment he’s sending flowers, the next he’s riding luxury cars and moving into mansions. Not even hookups move that fast—clearly there was something going on for a long time. If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to take it either.】

【I knew it. The so-called Jiang University finance goddess—how could she possibly go for him? Turns out she just wanted a backup.】

【Come on, guys, does Wu Haiyang even have the guts to kill anyone? He’d probably get scared by a mouse.】

【Hahahahaha.】

His most humiliating scar was forcibly ripped open and exposed to the sunlight. Wu Haiyang’s breathing grew rapid.

Across from him, the female officer added fuel to the fire: “Nothing left behind? Then you should at least remember which area you were drinking in. Don’t worry, we’ll check the surveillance one by one to prove your innocence.”

“Why are you all fixating on me?!” Wu Haiyang pointed at the screen. “You should interrogate that guy called Jian Qing! Xi Xue was with him until midnight—maybe…”

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