Chapter 218

That night, Chen Junyang stayed awake the entire time in detention; as an engineering guy, his mind worked with unusual efficiency—he spent the whole night realizing he was trapped in an inescapable quagmire.

This was a setup; the person behind it had already woven an unsolvable knot for him! He was certain the police would soon present him with more, even more shocking “evidence,” all pointing to one conclusion: he had killed Lou Zhen.

Why? What was the motive? Who benefited most from his downfall?

At this moment, Chen Junyang analyzed the entire situation from within the trap—but he forgot one thing: perhaps the one setting the trap only wanted Lou Zhen dead, and simply needed someone to take the blame for her death! After all, Lou Zhen never wanted to die!

But Chen Junyang, the kind of man who clung stubbornly to one direction, only drove himself further from the truth the harder he pushed.

Gu Changzheng stared at the pile of forensic reports: the bodily fluids left in Lou Zhen’s body were definitively unrelated to Zhang Zhiyuan—this final doubt was resolved, confirming his innocence. The DNA sample taken from Chen Junyang, however, matched perfectly with the fluids found in Lou Zhen’s body! Though the “suicide note” bore no fingerprints, handwriting analysis showed it was nearly identical to Chen Junyang’s handwriting.

These pieces of evidence were more than sufficient to close the case.

Gu Changzheng pinched the bridge of his nose, stretched his body, and thought to himself: This case went relatively smoothly—almost too smoothly. I nearly classified it as a suicide. But that absurd “suicide note” had warned me—without it, I never would have dared conclude Lou Zhen wasn’t a suicide.

It seems the killer helped me! Yet suddenly, something felt off—but after careful thought, the entire evidence chain was complete, especially the testimony of witness Xiao Hai and that absurd “suicide note.”

Wait—why had I always assumed that “suicide note” was a fatal mistake? Didn’t the killer realize that? Could he possibly have left it on purpose?

Left on purpose?

He suddenly shuddered. If it was deliberately left behind, what was the killer’s goal? And how to explain the near-identical handwriting to Chen Junyang’s?

No! The handwriting report only said the note’s form, writing habits, and overall style were extremely similar to Chen Junyang’s—yet the note was written in imitation of Lou Zhen’s handwriting! If Lou Zhen’s handwriting could be copied, why not Chen Junyang’s?

He decided to interrogate Chen Junyang again. No case could be left with even the slightest doubt—any doubt must be resolved until not a single flaw remained.

Meanwhile, Chen Junyang, now fully aware of the gravity of the situation, was launching his own self-rescue.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was completely different from the last time—because Chen Junyang’s attitude had changed. He was utterly transformed. That was Luo Fei’s first impression upon seeing him again.

“Officer! I have something to say!”

Before Gu Changzheng or Luo Fei could even begin the interrogation, Chen Junyang spoke first. Gu Changzheng nodded silently. “Fine. Say whatever you have to say.”

Chen Junyang looked at Luo Fei, the officer taking notes, and noticed he hadn’t moved. Luo Fei glared at him. “Go ahead. I’m ready to write.”

Chen Junyang actually smiled sheepishly. Luo Fei muttered inwardly: This guy’s composure is incredible—rare to see someone facing death with such calm.

“Officers, I believe your accusation that I killed Lou Zhen is completely wrong!” Chen Junyang dropped his bombshell. Luo Fei’s eyes widened—he couldn’t even record this! How do you document a suspect claiming the police made a fundamental error?

Gu Changzheng smiled faintly. “Oh? What evidence do you have to prove our accusation is wrong?”

Seeing Gu Changzheng wasn’t angry, Chen Junyang continued: “First, motive—I had no reason to kill Lou Zhen. I’d known her less than half a year. Though this woman was promiscuous, she had boundaries. Our relationship was purely mutual convenience—we both knew it. This fleeting affair could end at any moment. I had zero motive to kill her.”

“Moreover!” He took a breath. “I value my life more than my career. You all know why I feared exposure of my relationship with Lou Zhen—it was because I feared the Qiao family finding out and losing my chance to become their son-in-law and future heir to the Qiao Group. But even if I lost that opportunity, I could still survive. As long as I live, I have a chance to rebound. But if I’m dead, I’m nothing. As a refined self-interested man, I would never gamble my life like this. I would never kill Lou Zhen for it.”

“Furthermore!” Chen Junyang spoke like a lawyer delivering a closing argument: “Every time I met Lou Zhen, we were extremely cautious. So how did a witness appear this time? We were always inside the room—how could anyone have seen us?”

Gu Changzheng watched him silently. All these points had already been thoroughly verified. The best explanation for his motive remained fear of losing everything he was about to gain—or possible threats from Lou Zhen. But he hadn’t mentioned the suicide note at all, proving he had no knowledge of its existence.

“Xiao Luo, give him paper and pen,” Gu Changzheng suddenly issued an instruction that seemed bizarre to Chen Junyang.

Luo Fei pulled out pre-prepared paper, pen, and a fragment of the suicide note—its sentences scrambled, with the beginning and end cut off—and placed them before Chen Junyang.

“Copy exactly what’s written here,” Gu Changzheng ordered.

Chen Junyang glanced at them, puzzled by their intent—but since he hadn’t killed anyone, what was there to fear? Without asking, he picked up the pen and finished copying the strange text in under five minutes.

Throughout the entire process—from when he received the text to when he finished writing—Gu Changzheng watched him closely. Besides Gu Changzheng’s eyes, multiple high-definition cameras recorded every micro-movement of his face and body from every angle.

This was Gu Changzheng’s arrangement before the second interrogation—he didn’t believe anyone could remain completely expressionless when copying forged text. Chen Junyang did show minor facial and bodily reactions—but they were entirely reasonable.

When he finished, Luo Fei took the paper and pen. Gu Changzheng asked: “Do you recognize the content?”

“Hah!” Chen Junyang laughed aloud. “Nonsensical. The writing’s terrible. But whatever—you can test me however you want. I didn’t kill her.”

“If you didn’t kill her, why did Lou Zhen jump?” Gu Changzheng pressed.

“She wouldn’t kill herself,” Chen Junyang said. “A woman like her wouldn’t be willing to die.”