Murder Call

Ding Gao lowered his head, looking guilty as if he had done something wrong.

“You all should know each other, so I won’t bother with introductions,” Mo Lin looked at Ding Gao, “Two years ago, your account received a transfer of 500,000, but it wasn’t from theft, it was Mr. Liu who had someone transfer it to you, right?”

Ding Gao hesitated for a while, then finally nodded.

Mo Lin: “Why did he transfer money to you?”

Ding Gao’s back was bent like a question mark, looking timid and hesitant.

“Since I called you here, it means some things are already settled. You’ve been to prison, you should know that cooperating with the police investigation and showing good behavior can apply for a reduced sentence,” Mo Lin said.

After hearing this, Ding Gao looked up at Mo Lin as if he had done something wrong.

“Now you have a chance to point out the mastermind behind this,” Mo Lin raised an eyebrow, “But you only have one minute to decide, otherwise, once I reveal the truth, you’ll lose your chance.”

Ding Gao glanced at Liu Quan, hesitated for a moment, then raised his right hand and pointed at Liu Quan, saying, “He broke his promise. I did the job for him, but he wanted to kill me!”

Ding Gao’s words were shocking, and everyone present held their breath.

“He wanted to kill you?” Mo Lin was just testing, but hearing Ding Gao say this, he was sure his guess was correct, “Explain clearly.”

“I helped him deal with a corpse back then. He promised me 800,000, but afterward, he only gave me 500,000. After that, I felt something was wrong. I always felt someone was watching me where I lived. One night, I was knocked out by a group of people and taken onto a boat. I barely escaped. I was afraid of being caught again, so I deliberately committed theft, thinking staying in prison was safer than outside!”

Talking about this, Ding Gao was very angry, “I shouldn’t have agreed to such a thing back then!”

At this moment, everyone looked at Liu Quan, who just smiled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t done such things. Don’t falsely accuse me! Do you have evidence?”

“You want evidence? I do have it. I kept recordings and photos to prevent you from framing me!” Ding Gao said, “I stored everything in the cloud!”

Mo Lin: “Bring him a computer.”

Zheng Mao immediately brought a laptop into the interrogation room. Ding Gao skillfully logged into his account and opened an audio file.

The recording was a phone call from Liu Quan asking him to do the job, clearly mentioning, “Someone died, help me deal with it, leave some evidence, do it cleanly, and someone will transfer money to you afterward.”

Besides the audio file, there were a bunch of photos. Before dealing with the crime scene, Ding Gao took pictures of the scene. In the photos, the scene showed no signs of being disturbed, no footprints, and Xia Yin’s body lay on the ground with a deep sharp weapon wound on the neck, without any signs of a triangular stab wound.

“Liu Quan, you were unkind to me, so don’t blame me! I’ve thought about it over and over, and it didn’t feel right. You took me onto the boat back then to smuggle me abroad, right? Once abroad, you planned to have someone kill me on the way? You did the same to Zhou Wen, didn’t you? No wonder he disappeared, not even a body was found!”

Wan Shu stood behind the crowd with red eyes, unable to believe what she just heard, “Liu Quan, did you kill Uncle Zhou?!”

Liu Quan was somewhat amused, “I didn’t expect that after struggling for half my life, I, Liu Quan, would be ruined by two daughters!”

He was on the verge of collapse, “He’s right! There was no kidnapping! It was just a lie fabricated by a father to protect his daughter! Back then, Yun Yun suddenly came crying, saying she killed someone and asked me to help her… How could I help her? That was murder! What could I do? I couldn’t just watch her go to prison!

So I lied to Zhou Wen, saying Yun Yun was kidnapped by thugs, and asked Zhou Wen to take money to ransom Yun Yun. There were no thugs, just people I arranged in advance!”

“I’ll kill you!” Wan Shu lost her mind and lunged at Liu Quan, but was held back by Li Meng and Zheng Mao.

Wan Shu cried bitterly, “To clear Liu Yun’s crime, you did such a thing! Uncle Zhou was loyal to you, why did you do this?!”

Liu Quan’s face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead, “I just wanted him to disappear, I didn’t kill anyone! I smuggled him out, what happened afterward, I don’t know.”

Liu Quan’s indifferent attitude towards Zhou Wen’s life or death pained Wan Shu, “Give me back my Uncle Zhou!”

Liu Quan also got agitated, “Get it straight, who is your father?! Who paid your tuition, who gave you money?!”

Wan Shu’s shoulders trembled uncontrollably, filled with grief and anger, “You never treated me as a daughter, everything I used was leftover from Liu Yun! I was like a dog in the Liu family! No one treated me like a person, only Uncle Zhou was good to me, you have no right to compare yourself to him!”

Wan Shu cried so hard she was gasping for breath, but she still muttered intermittently, “It’s all your fault… you’ll get your retribution…”

Wan Shu was too emotional and was taken back to the interrogation room by the police. Ding Gao was also handcuffed, and Liu Quan slumped in his chair, looking utterly defeated, “It’s come to this, arrest me.”

Everyone was shocked, no one expected Xia Yin’s death to be related to the deceased Liu Yun.

As Mo Lin walked out of the interrogation room, he was stopped by Wang Yue, “Teacher Mo, where did you find the other blood-stained dress? We didn’t know about it.”

“Didn’t find it, I had someone photoshop it,” Mo Lin shrugged, “Who said there were two blood-stained dresses?”

“Huh? Didn’t you call Secretary Wen to confirm?” Wang Yue was dumbfounded.

“He only said he brought back a dress,” Mo Lin said calmly.

“Then why did Wan Shu admit there were two?”

“Because she panicked, she didn’t know whether to say one or two. Before the incident, she didn’t agree on a story with Secretary Wen, so she could only deliberately confess to avoid our questioning,” Mo Lin smirked, “She’s probably racking her brain about the dress now… It’s certain that Secretary Wen was involved, otherwise, she wouldn’t react this way.”

Wang Yue gave a thumbs up, “I have to say, that move of yours was really impressive!”

Mo Lin looked towards Zhou Ziming’s direction, “Just wait, there will be something even more impressive soon.”

Wang Yue followed Mo Lin’s gaze, “Zhou Ziming is really hard to interrogate, no matter how we ask, he won’t speak!”

Mo Lin smirked, “In my dictionary, there’s no such thing as a difficult interrogation. Find out who Zhou Ziming has contacted recently, what information he’s browsed online, where he’s been, every detail.”

Wang Yue: “Okay, I’ll get right on it!”

This case was more complicated than Mo Lin imagined. He suspected Zhou Ziming, but the other party had an alibi.

It seemed he could only use psychological tactics to break down the opponent’s mental defenses.

Mo Lin walked into Interrogation Room No. 4 and sat face-to-face with Zhou Ziming.

“Wan Shu confessed,” Mo Lin started with these five words.

Zhou Ziming’s brow twitched, “What did she confess to?”

“She admitted to killing Liu Yun,” Mo Lin said, then began observing Zhou Ziming.

“She wouldn’t even kill a chicken, how could she kill someone?” Zhou Ziming clearly didn’t believe Mo Lin, “Don’t try to test me with such words, I know nothing.”

“We found two identical blood-stained dresses, but only one had Liu Yun’s blood on it, the other had blood that wasn’t human.”

Mo Lin paused after each sentence, observing Zhou Ziming, like stirring a big vat and then seeing if the water would continue to ripple after removing the external force.

Zhou Ziming didn’t seem surprised.

Mo Lin: “Why are there two blood-stained dresses in this case?”

“They’re just two blood-stained dresses, what can they prove? There are many people in this world wearing the same clothes! Does that mean everyone is a suspect?”

“It’s not just about being the same. This dress was a limited edition, released only a month ago,” Mo Lin placed two printed dresses in front of Zhou Ziming, “It’s not yet available in the domestic market, and it’s not cheap, most people can’t afford it.”

Zhou Ziming remained calm.

Mo Lin had already seen through Zhou Ziming’s every move. He suddenly leaned closer to Zhou Ziming, “You threw the blood-stained dress in the trash to make us assume, right?”

Faced with Mo Lin’s question, Zhou Ziming seemed petrified, but he still insisted on saying nothing.

Mo Lin’s lips curled slightly, his light eyes looking deep and unfathomable, “We found a video in the surveillance footage at Liu Quan’s house, clearly recording Liu Yun leaving wearing this dress. Although her face wasn’t captured, Liu Quan insisted it was Liu Yun because she was wearing the dress he bought.

The surveillance stopped working for half an hour after Liu Yun left, due to a power outage.

Did Liu Yun really leave wearing this dress? Or was she wearing something else? Or perhaps, she never walked out of the villa alive?”

Zhou Ziming was startled, his breath seemed to halt, his eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly adjusted, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Mo Lin wasn’t in a hurry to get words out of him. The brief silence filled the interrogation room with an oppressive atmosphere, his long fingers tapping on the table, each tap was nerve-wracking.

Zhou Ziming: “After I broke up with Liu Yun, I packed all her things and threw them away, I didn’t notice if I threw this dress! Maybe I did, and someone picked it up… It’s not surprising for the two sisters to have the same dress, their figures are similar, wearing the wrong clothes is possible.”

“There really are two identical dresses?” Mo Lin laughed, “If I bring out another dress, can you also arrange the origin of a third dress?”

Zhou Ziming looked at Mo Lin with a blank expression.

[Author’s Note]

Here it comes!