Chapter 263 - The Questioning (2/2)
We exchanged knowing nods and I released Xiao Qi and the rest of the Ghostly Sisters. I said to Zheng Shuang and the others, “There’s something wrong with this Zhan guy. I was hit with another bout of hallucinations when I shook hands with him just now. He could be another descendant of Tribe Nine Li. But there’s something strange about him; he seems different from Huang Li and the others. But he is almost certainly Chiyou’s descendant, that I am sure of. I’m sure of it!”
Chongxi replied hushedly with a frown, “Course he is. I have not been able to read anything off the faces of Huang Li and Cao Xuedong, but this Zhan guy is as clear as day! The narrow forehead and face heavily creased with wrinkles is a telltale sign of a selfish miser. A nastily stingy person.” I responded with a nod, thinking, So he really is different from Huang Li and the others.
A half-hour later, inside the Wu Zhong Police Station interrogation room.
“Name?”
“Murong Shiyan.”
“Gender.”
“Male.”
…
After a few opening questions customary of most inquiries and questioning, the sergeant stared into my eye and asked, “Where were you on the time when the victim was killed?” “In the same area. We were opposite, in Unit 105,” I replied. The sergeant’s eyes were steady as if he was already expecting my answer. “CCTV footage shows that you three had walked into Unit 104 when the victim was killed,” he said coolly. I nodded. “The girlfriend of the victim came to us earlier in the day, asking for our help to exorcise evil spirits from her house. But when we got there, we found nothing. So we left. And for the record, Unit 105 opposite is my home. That is why we’re there in the first place.”
There was an imperceptible twitch to the ends of the sergeant’s distrusting eyes, even though he could find nothing to refute my statement. He shook his head skeptically with me sniggering deep inside, for I was sure that they would never be able to disprove what I said.
The door opened suddenly, admitting another officer. A young police officer who looked positively nervous. He came in and whispered into the ears of Sergeant Zhan who stared at him strangely before he looked at me. “What were the three of you doing after you went into the house of the victim?” I took a moment to think and said, “Lin Feng and I examined the house and found nothing wrong. We then told Cao Xuedong, the victim, about our findings truthfully. As for Yuan Chongxi, he was so drunk that he could not even stand. We were carrying him all the time.”
The sergeant gave a curt nod. The young police officer who just came looked flustered and slipped out of the room. “What’s wrong?” I asked wryly, amused by the young police officer’s behavior. Sergeant Zhan shifted in his seat uneasily and said, “Well, I know for a fact what you guys are doing for a living. But I don’t understand why are you carrying an unconscious drunk to the victim’s house for?” “But we need him,” I muttered flippantly, “He’s the best in Fengshui among us.”
The sergeant’s eyes twitched again, speechless by my answer but clearly annoyed by my irreverent mood, although he refrained from voicing out his displeasure.
Just when we were looking at each other, his phone rang suddenly. He answered his phone with a respectful tone I have never thought possible from him, saying, “Hi, Chief. Yeah, I’m questioning the suspect…” He looked as if he was cut off by the caller who began telling him something as he listened closely until his eyes widened with shock in the end and he screamed, “WHAT?!”