[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reborn-in-2014-i-am-the-king-of-criminal-investi":3,"chapter-reborn-in-2014-i-am-the-king-of-criminal-investi-reborn-in-2014-i-am-the-king-of-criminal-investi-chapter-36":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Reborn in 2014: I Am the King of Criminal Investigation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2315892,4529,"Chapter 36: This is the kind of scene I","reborn-in-2014-i-am-the-king-of-criminal-investi-chapter-36",36,"\u003Cp>“I don’t need you to lecture me.” Lu Zhongxin’s patience ran out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just spit it out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone has their own way of thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if you try to imitate, you can’t replicate it exactly—seven or eight percent similarity is already good enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zhongxin understood this well, so he knew he could never guess Yu Dazhang’s thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This disciple is viewing the problem from a different angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s simple—the killer wasn’t after money; his goal was clear: he came for Zhang Yan herself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Dazhang’s voice was low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Lu Zhongxin’s ears, it was like a small firecracker exploding right beside his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need further explanation—he already understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because nothing valuable was stolen from Zhang Yan’s home, her parents hadn’t realized anyone had entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reach this conclusion, you first had to assume the murder took place inside Zhang Yan’s house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zhongxin couldn’t help turning to glance at Yu Dazhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he already refined this hypothesis back at the police station?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did police academy teach this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they taught this, why didn’t other new officers pick up on it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zhongxin had trained over a dozen new officers, but he’d never seen anyone like Yu Dazhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did his police academy instructor give him private tutoring?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of Yu Dazhang’s attitude toward him, Lu Zhongxin felt this possibility was very likely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can't help but say that despite this disciple being fat, he's quick-witted and perceptive—it's hard not to like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving downstairs at Zhang Yan’s building, the officer suggested only three people go up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yan’s parents were currently in poor condition; too many people entering might overwhelm them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After discussion, the officer volunteered to stay behind and wait for the forensic team at the compound gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Dazhang didn’t object—there was nothing the officer could realistically contribute next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upstairs, Lu Zhongxin gently tapped twice on the security door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of thing had to be handled by him—he was the one who looked like a cop. His disciple’s build, paired with that bloated belly, didn’t look like a police officer at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family was already heartbroken; if they misinterpreted the situation, it would only make things worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No voice asked “Who is it?”—the door opened from inside immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside stood a middle-aged woman, her face as pale as paper, eyes bloodshot, her exhaustion too painful to look at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry to disturb you. We’re the officers handling Zhang Yan’s case—we’ve come to gather information.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Zhongxin’s voice was deliberately softened, as if genuinely afraid of startling her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yan’s mother showed no expression change; she murmured the words flatly and walked into the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three followed her inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Dazhang scanned the interior layout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two bedrooms, one living room—about seventy square meters, a typical family home, nothing particularly noteworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yan’s mother didn’t invite them to sit; she sank onto the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hugging her knees, head bowed, gaze vacant, she looked as if her soul had been ripped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Yu Dazhang sighed inwardly: a white-haired parent burying a black-haired child…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing in this world was more painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We need to see Zhang Yan’s room.” Lu Zhongxin got straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why not offer comfort?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all knew—it was useless. No words of sympathy could match catching the real killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to say nothing hollow and focus on the task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sooner they caught the killer, the sooner Zhang Yan could be buried, and her family would suffer less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That one.” Zhang Yan’s mother pointed to one of the rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three reached the room’s entrance; Qian Cheng pulled shoe covers from his inspection kit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After putting them on, Lu Zhongxin opened the door, and they entered one by one. Yu Dazhang first scanned the room, then headed straight for the single bed by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good—the room hadn’t been cleaned. The indentation on the quilt was faint, but still discernible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before arriving, Yu Dazhang’s greatest fear had been that Zhang Yan’s room had been tidied up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it had, many traces would have vanished, making evidence collection far harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help glancing back at the middle-aged woman sitting on the living room sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would have the heart to clean after something like this? She probably couldn’t even eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t touch anything in the room,” Qian Cheng warned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And try not to move around—we’re not wearing forensic suits or carrying specialized equipment. Just look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Dazhang nodded in agreement, then stepped back half a pace, fully exposing the single bed to his view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he fixed his gaze on the head of the bed, examining every inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quilt was neatly folded, but clearly moved—the mother wouldn’t have deliberately crooked it when folding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please... collect 6...9...books...!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheets on both sides of the bedhead also showed creases—only repeated twisting could leave such marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One crease differed from the rest: its center was most pronounced, roughly fist-sized, with striped edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From its shape, it looked like a hand had clawed desperately at the sheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the kind of scene I’m looking for… Yu Dazhang’s excitement grew, his face flushing unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flat, clean sheet had nothing to see—only a bed with traces was worth examining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Dazhang slowly shifted his gaze, studying every detail on the bed until he reached the foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Found it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fixing his eyes on several wavelike creases near the foot of the bed, his gaze brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had struggled violently on this bed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only repeated kicking and thrashing could produce such crease patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, the person who struggled was Zhang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killer murdered her in this room, on this bed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with Zhang Yan’s time of death, it could be deduced the killer arrived between 2:12 and 3:00 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—the window was even narrower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killer came after Zhang Yan returned home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the question arose: why did Zhang Yan open the door for him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A teenage girl, with no awareness of basic safety?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even children know: never open the door for strangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yan knew the killer—and trusted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A person she knew committed the crime!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Dazhang rapidly formed his judgment: the killer had the following traits…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Age similar to Zhang Yan’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone call Zhang Yan received on the afternoon she disappeared was very likely from the killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was Yu Dazhang so certain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the conversation clearly involved an argument, and combined with the fact it was an acquaintance, the conclusion was nearly certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There aren’t that many coincidences in this world—if there are, they’re arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the caller had been an elder, Zhang Yan wouldn’t have said, “I’m never talking to you again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tone is used only between peers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. Good financial standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even considering the famous lawyer he hired in his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just preserving the body intact for five days alone is beyond an ordinary family’s capability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, they’d need a private car to transport the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3. Knowledge of the law and forensic science.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if not formally trained, they must have easy access to such knowledge in daily life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>4. Some ability to evade investigation and extremely strong psychological resilience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple: if this happened to an ordinary person, they wouldn’t even be able to clean the scene or move the body—they’d probably soil themselves on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, and most crucially:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killer’s relationship with Zhang Yan was extraordinary—not just an ordinary acquaintance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1240,"2026-06-20T14:22:46.062Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","33d42bccc54f87bb446f6bebebccec159c028fdde67cb5db45a2ea4dec70a999","reborn-in-2014-i-am-the-king-of-criminal-investi-chapter-37","reborn-in-2014-i-am-the-king-of-criminal-investi-chapter-35",763,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-in-2014-i-am-the-king-of-criminal-investi-cover.jpg"]