Chapter 1122 - 575: This Is Muscle Memory

At this moment, in the interrogation room, Qin Feng and Wan took turns questioning him.

Looking at the guy opposite, who appeared totally indifferent, the two were on the verge of losing their patience.

If it weren’t for the surveillance cameras in the room recording the entire process, Qin Feng would have liked to show him a thing or two.

However, that would be a terrible idea right now.

If they resorted to coercion, the evidence might be thrown out at best, or they could face disciplinary action at worst.

But Zhang Xiang across from them seemed unconcerned.

His eyes were fixed on the clock on the wall.

Now he just wanted to wait out the last ten minutes or so, after which he could leave safely.

He had indeed been planning what happened back then for a long time.

As for why the remains were switched later, that was because Li Ailing hadn’t been faithful to him.

A better life couldn’t protect their love from the past, perhaps the allure of the bustling city pulled Li Ailing away from him.

Eventually, he felt he had no choice but to take drastic action.

But all of that was in the past; as long as he didn’t speak up, no one would know.

If Li Ailing’s remains hadn’t been switched, he felt they would always be a risk.

But now that the remains had been switched, it was a flawless job.

The dead were still dead!

The buried bones were buried!

Even the cut marks on the bones, he had meticulously worked on them.

Even a professional doctor might not see any difference.

As for why he only borrowed someone else’s skull and female parts back then, it was something he had considered carefully.

If it weren’t for his aversion to dealing with dead bodies, he might have become a forensic expert in the police force back then.

When he first went to work at the town health clinic, a leader from the public security bureau once approached him and asked if he would like to become a forensic expert.

He thought about it for a long time, but ultimately refused, mainly because he couldn’t handle dealing with corpses every day; it was too stifling.

Thinking about it now, he suddenly felt his choice was correct.

Instead of dealing with the dead for a meager living, it was better to be a doctor with high income and high profit.

Looking back now, everything still seemed pretty good.

If he could just walk out of this interrogation room, a luxurious future was waiting for him.

Beaches, beauties, sunshine, the sea... just the thought of it was beautiful.

Just as Zhang Xiang was fantasizing about future life, the door to the interrogation room suddenly opened.

Hearing the noise, Qin Feng and Wan both turned their heads sharply.

Jiang An walked in, holding a file marked with "Guangling City Public Security Bureau Evidence Appraisal Report" on the cover.

With just a glance, Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.

He looked at his watch; not even an hour had passed. Was it possible to have results this quickly?

Just as he and Wan were puzzled, Jiang An suddenly approached and flung the appraisal report in front of Zhang Xiang.

"Didn’t you say there was no bloodstain?"

"Here, take a look yourself, in black and white, I’ve even brought the genetic profile for you."

"You’ve studied human genetics, you should know what these 26 genetic loci mean."

After glancing at the document, Zhang Xiang instantly fell silent.

He stared intently at the appraisal report and immediately began flipping through it.

At that moment, the entire interrogation room was silent as Zhang Xiang read through the report word for word.

When he turned to the last page and saw "The bloodstain extracted from the ceiling is completely consistent with Li Ailing’s genetic profile," he suddenly looked terrified.

Then, Jiang An spoke again: "Do I need to explain anymore?"

"Just now, Mr. Qin’s theory was indeed a mere guess, but a 100% accurate one."

"Now, it’s written clearly in black and white. Do you still need to defend yourself?"

"Moreover, let me tell you, even if you don’t say anything, once we send you to the prosecution, do you think a reasonable person would believe you, or believe me?"

"The fire back then happened before you bought the house."

"I want to ask you, since Li Ailing was already turned to ashes, how could there be any blood left on the ceiling of the bathroom in your house on Pearl River?"

After a brief pause, Jiang An continued: "Also, let me tell you, from a forensic perspective or even a normal person’s perspective, how could blood be left on the ceiling?"

"There’s only one possibility, that’s when hacking the bones with tools, the blood splattered upwards."

"Back then, in that room, you killed and dismembered Li Ailing."

Hearing this, sweat instantly beaded on Zhang Xiang’s forehead.

He looked up at Jiang An, his eyes wide.

Two minutes later, Zhang Xiang spoke hoarsely: "Officer, can I have a cigarette?"

To the police, a suspect asking for a cigarette at such a critical moment is anything but comforting.

Yet no one can refuse, because it often signals the breaking of the final barrier.

The time of one cigarette could be the dividing line between truth and silence.

Qin Feng turned and glanced at Wan, giving him a look.

Wan spread his hands helplessly: "I just finished my last one in the break room."

Qin Feng fumbled in his pocket, feeling the last crumpled cigarette.

He pulled it out, lit it in his mouth with a deep drag, stood up, and handed it to Zhang Xiang.

"This is the last one, make it last."

At this moment, Zhang Xiang lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, his fingers shaking as he took the cigarette.

He inhaled deeply one puff after another, the interrogation room soon filled with thick smoke.