After watching the recording, Xiaoshu slumped back in her chair and sighed, "He premeditated killing the guard." "How do you know?" I was surprised by his certainty. "On his way out of Building 2, two or three pedestrians brushed past him. He was clutching the knife, yet touched no one, which proves he had a clear target.

Four people, five strikes; the first three strikes aimed directly at the victim's vital areas, the knife never missing. The fourth strike only grazed the abdomen, so he added another one to the chest. He wanted all four of them dead." "How could this be?" Hearing Xiaoshu's analysis, I felt increasingly confused about what was happening before my eyes.

The former Wang Jue would suffer for half his life even if he misdiagnosed one patient. Terrified I might be misdiagnosed, he had even driven all the way to Wangcheng to bring his older sister back to handle my discharge procedures. It was hard to imagine the compassionate Wang Jue being the demonic killer delivering fatal blows right here.

"It’s not hard to explain. Did you notice how he used his foot to kick the guard's lower body?" Xiaoshu said coolly. "Yes, I saw it.

Why?" I asked. "Men rarely use that kind of movement to attack other men. However, women often attack men this way in moments of crisis," Xiaoshu stated calmly.

"You mean..." Looking at my older sister beside me, the words stopped at my lips. Xiaoshu meant that whoever controlled Wang Jue’s body to commit murder was likely Hua Jinlan. But Hua Jinlan was a Miao girl who had never lived in Xiangcheng.

What feud could she possibly have with the security guards to warrant wiping them out entirely? Countless questions spun in my mind. "Can we see the recording from the previous few hours?

Perhaps a guard provoked the suspect at his residence? That might have triggered this killing spree?" my older sister asked, wanting to view more surveillance footage. The duty officer explained, "We have already screened the recordings.

Apart from the residents of Building 2, no suspicious persons entered that day. Only in the morning were a few unidentified individuals seen leaving the complex by car. Among them was a woman holding a child; the investigation department is tracing their origins and has not ruled out their connection to the case.

If you want to see the footage from that time, I can look for it, but it will take a while." "Uh, no need, no need. Thank you, officer. This information is sufficient," Xiaoshu winked at my sister and me, signaling that the video review should stop here.

I understood his meaning; if they pulled up the earlier recordings, chances are neither my sister, Xiaoshu, nor I would be leaving the Public Security Bureau tonight. Those unidentified people the officer just mentioned—weren't they Hua Gu, Gui Ying, Ali, Old He, and us? Since the officer hadn't recognized us just now, it would be hard not to recognize us if the footage were played.

With that, we stood up, hastily gathered our things, and left the Public Security Bureau with my older sister, taking the two screenshot photos with us. It was past ten when we dropped my older sister off. I took the car keys from her, accepted a torrent of reminders, and left the house with Xiaoshu, driving toward the west side of the city.

As dusk enveloped the land, we sped down the highway. With my hands on the wheel, I said to Xiaoshu, "You previously suggested he might have gone to the Miao village, but I think he headed for the villas. Where are we going now?" "We left Ali's birth mother's house around five o'clock and arrived at Wang Jue's complex at 5:40.

Wang Jue fled the guard booth at 2:33. Between 2:30 and 5:00, we were both at the villa. I saw no sign of anyone entering," Xiaoshu stated firmly.

"The thing is, the villa area has two parts—your section is underwater. What if he ran to Li Xiaohao's villa? How would we know he didn't go there?" I countered.

"Didn't you speak with Grandma Tuobei? Grandma Tuobei is Hua Jinlan's mother. If he were going to the villas, which territory do you think she would choose: Li Xiaohao's or mine?" This question was irrefutable; Xiaoshu had silenced me completely.