In just the blink of an eye, a few days had already passed.
As the sky turned bright, Mo Qianren went out to the garden for a walk. He encountered a few people on the road, all of them police. They invited Mo Qianren to move from the garden to the “police station.”
The station was actually a privately rented house, surrounded on all sides by walls – it looked like a jail.
Mo Qianren sat, legs crossed, looking at the four people in uniform before him. It didn’t seem like they were interrogating him, and more like they were being interrogated. Translated by The Novelst
“We received a report that the young master of the Jin Family, Jin Biaohu was set up. After the initial investigation, a few eyewitnesses pointed you out as having taken off with the items in the crime scene!”
The one who had spoken out was a middle-aged man. His face was serious as he thudded his hand harshly against the table and raised his voice: “We’re viewing you as a suspect in relation to the criminal. You better tell the truth if you don’t want to suffer!”
Mo Qianren scanned them, saying lightly, “Since the Jin Family doesn’t want to confront the Lu Family yet are reluctant to let off the person who scared Jin Biaohu, they should have handled it through the law. Using such a method – they should be careful not to regret it later.”
The leader glared as he looked at Mo Qianren. He didn’t expect that he would know! But his expression turned vicious.
He had the Jin Family behind him – why should he be afraid of this man? So what if he wasn’t a normal person? Back when Jin Biaohu had played with those girls until they died, he had been responsible for creating fake evidence, so the Jin Family wouldn’t dare abandon him now.
But who did this man think he was? The expression on his face betrayed his thoughts to Mo Qianren clearly. His gaze turned frosty as he looked back at the leader of the group.
Maybe he should let them know why exactly he was known as “the Tyrant” at psychopathic prisons.
A few minutes later, he left the private house with elegant steps. He was debating whether he should go to Liu Silan or to visit the Mu Family.
Originally he had taken the job as a biology teacher because of Mu Rulan, but in the end she had spent the entire time either hospitalized or at home.
Those problems that Mu Rulan mentioned a few days ago – he really couldn’t dismiss her words. In the end, Jin Moli’s missing persons case remained ambiguous, same as the three that had taken place two years ago. Because the police were unable to find any clues or suspects, Jin Moli seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
However, he had found a strand of hair that belonged to Jin Moli inside Mu Rulan’s villa. He also found that there was a basement in that dark house, with a lingering scent of blood. He could almost confirm that Mu Rulan definitely had something to do with the disappearance of Jin Moli.
His only evidence was a strand of hair, and the potential was staggering. It could help add Mu Rulan to their list of suspects so the police could go in and investigate that house. And if she had really killed someone there, there would definitely be traces left to discover.
But why hadn’t he handed over this strand of hair as soon as he found it?
Mo Qianren paused on the path, narrowing his eyes to the image before him.
A young girl bent down slightly, a lollipop in her mouth and another in her hand. She stretched out her hand, wanting to give it to a child that held tightly to his mother’s hand. As he reached for it, she took it back quickly, teasing.
She played with him, a naughty yet gentle smile on her face.
After a while, the mother and child walked away. Mu Rulan finally turned around to see Mo Qianren standing there. She was obviously surprised before a beautiful smile spread on her face. “Mr. Mo.”
That was right. The reason he hadn’t handed over the hair that could doom her was because every time he wanted to throw her into jail, she would always do something that surprised him.
He couldn’t see through her and it made him curious, wanting to study her. If she was locked up in prison, he wouldn’t be able to continue observing her, right?
“Why are you here?” They were far from school, and even further from the Mu Family residence.
“Isn’t Mr. Mo here too?” Mu Rulan said, taking out another lollipop from her bag. “For you.”
“It’s very tasty,” she said, unbothered by the fact that her favorite sweet had been rejected.
“No.” Translated by The Novelst
“Are you sure?”
“Fine,” she said, returning the lollipop to her bag. “Where are you going now?”
Mo Qianren looked at her, a hint of adventure in his expression. “Where do you want to go?”
“I was looking for someone. But now that you’re here, I do have a few questions for you. Can we talk while we walk? To the center of the city?” she blinked innocently and smiled.
“It’s more about our last conversation. You said that if the corpse falls from a tall height, it’ll immediately crumble to pieces or fall and not remain standing due to the impact. What height should it fall from to achieve the standing effect properly?”
“Why are you so curious about this?” Would a normal person be able to smile like that about this kind of topic? This girl…
“Hm? Haven’t I told you already? I want to be a forensic scientist, since I’m interested in the human body,” she answered.
Then she continued, “I was reading a book and it came to mind. If a corpse fell from the sky and had no head but continued to stand up straight, the person to see this would definitely freak out and have nightmares about it, right?”
“Mu Rulan, keep your creepy thoughts to yourself,” his gaze turned sharp. “A normal person shouldn’t think this way.”
“Is that so?” Mu Rulan smiled, looking at Mo Qianren. “That reminds me, I want to know what you do. Not a policeman but doing their job sometimes… Maybe a detective, but you seem so knowledgeable about medical science… No, a lawyer who studies that kind of thing? … If not, a forensic scientist?”
Proofread by: Hannah