Chapter 45

It was freezing cold. Zhong Kui had her hands in her pockets, followed by a cat, walking on the boundless fields.

As if the busy police officers around and the traffic in the distance didn't exist.

Qi Fei looked at her back, and suddenly felt his heart was pulled—this is really a lonely person, like an isolated island in a storm, looking so close, but never able to get close.

The light in the interrogation room was suddenly turned on. Zhuang Xueqing didn't adapt for a while, avoided the dazzling light, and struggled to see the person opposite.

Qi Fei's face appeared in her line of sight.

"I have already confessed the process of killing, and you have checked it almost. Let me rest!" Zhuang Xueqing said weakly.

Qi Fei's voice was rarely gentle: "There is one more question I have to ask you. On the day Niu Yinzhu went missing, she called Pan Ting before setting off, questioning him why the person picking her up hadn't arrived yet. This person is clearly not you. You know each other. The person who finally picked her up must be someone she didn't know, the kind that could make her mistakenly think it was someone sent by Pan Ting." Under the strong light, Qi Fei's pupils were as clear as a pool of water, staring at Zhuang Xueqing's haggard face.

When asked this question, Zhuang Xueqing's originally soft face suddenly revealed a cold expression, and then she grinned. This smile was so strange that it reminded Qi Fei of the monster's face painted with blood.

She just smiled like this, making a "clucking" sound, but didn't answer.

"Tell me, who is this person?" Qi Fei asked earnestly. The more Zhuang Xueqing was like this, the more he longed for it.

"You know who he is," Zhuang Xueqing's voice was hoarse, as if coming from another world.

"Who?" Qi Fei's upper body leaned forward involuntarily, waiting impatiently for Zhuang Xueqing to give him an answer.

"He is the longing in your heart, the answer to your pain, the antidote to this world," Zhuang Xueqing grinned, as if she had been liberated when she said this.

After repeated interrogations, Zhuang Xueqing finally didn't give a name.

What Qi Fei can confirm is that his speculation is correct. Zhuang Xueqing's case has accomplices or even masterminds. This person may be related to the deaths of Zhu Ming'en and Yang Jinhan. Now the only person who knows the existence of this person is Zhuang Xueqing. In any case, he must get the information of this person from Zhuang's mouth.

Then, Qi Fei's hope was dashed. On the second day after Zhuang Xueqing was interrogated, Wu Shanqiu told him with a heavy face that Zhuang Xueqing was dead.

When he heard the news, Qi Fei's heart felt empty. He couldn't deny that he had sympathy for Zhuang Xueqing.

"How did she die?" he asked in a deep voice.

Wu Shanqiu showed him the monitoring video in the detention center.

In the video, the moonlight shone through the silver bars.

Zhuang Xueqing knelt in front of the window, looking at a bright moon, muttering words in her mouth: "With my remnant body, light up the candle, light your way." Repeatedly, because it was late at night, no one cared about her strange behavior. Finally, she fell into the moonlight.

Outside the prison, the snow cleared and the sky cleared, and spring was not far away.

"The specific cause of Zhuang Xueqing's death needs further confirmation, but judging from the preliminary autopsy, it should be poisoning, the same kind of poison as Pan Ting." Zhuang Xueqing's words pulled Qi Fei's attention back from the monitoring video.

"Should have been searched before detention, how could she be allowed to bring poison in?" Qi Fei said incomprehensibly.

"I'm afraid she took the opportunity to take poison before being arrested. Xiao Tao said that she might have done a slow-release treatment on the medicine, which is theoretically possible."

Qi Fei remembered Zhuang Xueqing's unusually haggard face during the interrogation. It seems that her body was already wrong at that time.

Really determined to die. Qi Fei fell into silence, his eyes falling on the crystal ball on the desktop. He picked it up and tightened the clockwork on it. The music box made a crisp and pleasant music. In the crystal ball, the scarecrow standing in the rice field slowly rotated with the music, smiling sweetly, and the years were quiet in this small world.

Like last time, the murderer was found, but Qi Fei's heart had more mysteries that needed to be solved.

The small wooden house in Zizai Shan welcomed familiar guests.

"Zhuang Xueqing submitted a large amount of evidence of Luo Yin and Feng Yi accepting bribes and violating regulations before she died. We have already handed it over to the economic investigation side. If there is no accident, both of them will not be able to avoid the disaster of prison. Your lucky bag did not block the evil for Feng Yi." In the wooden house, Qi Fei took the hot yellow wine poured by Zhong Kui and said. Outside the wooden house, the snow fell rustlingly. It seems that it will not be able to go down the mountain today.

"She was hit by a death evil. It is a miracle to save her life. Feng Ma also said she wanted to thank me! After all, Feng Yi saw me save her from Zhuang Xueqing's butcher knife with her own eyes," Zhong Kui said calmly.

"Although Feng's life was saved, she is facing frostbite amputation and mental trauma. The second half of her life is considered wasted."

"Sounds like it's not much better than dying directly," Zhong Kui commented indifferently, lowered her head and drank a sip of yellow wine.

"The good news is that Li Jian woke up. He was very sad to hear that Zhuang Xueqing was arrested. He had a crush on Zhuang Xueqing since university. Knowing that her family was in difficulty, he kindly introduced her to work at Nancheng Investment, but didn't expect it to be such an ending. He admitted that because he knew from the side that the murderer had a medical background, he thought of the grievances Zhuang suffered in the group over the years, and knew that she was likely the real murderer. In order to cover for Zhuang Xueqing, he staged a drama of holding Feng Yi hostage. At that time, he also jumped down with the determination to die for Zhuang Xueqing."

"Mm, it seems that everything is solved," Zhong Kui said, still with that heartless appearance, put a plum in her yellow wine, picked it up and took a sip.

"Not all..." Qi Fei observed Zhong Kui carefully, "I didn't forget the mark drawn at the entrance of Sanwu Town—that..." He stared at Zhong Kui's expression, fearing that it would be the same as last time, suddenly changing his face.

This little thought didn't escape Zhong Kui's eyes. She glanced at Qi Fei with the corner of her eyes and said: "Don't worry, I'm fine, that ghost won't possess me again. Perhaps, Zhuang Xueqing knew that Feng Yi often returned to her hometown and deliberately drew it on the way to Sanwu Town?"

"That picture was drawn in the direction of leaving Sanwu Town, don't forget," Qi Fei didn't accept Zhong Kui's prevarication.

"It seems you are getting harder and harder to fool!" Zhong Kui smiled slightly, "But you found Zhuang Xueqing, I think I should give you some rewards, for example, the secret about this pattern."

"Just like what you did after I found Xu Wei," Qi Fei understood immediately.

"That's right, just like the glass marbles you got when you were a child," Zhong Kui's words caught Qi Fei off guard.