Yuan Ye did not keep Wang Zhuo waiting long. Three days later, he had gathered detailed intelligence on Wen Ying’s recent activities, presenting it to Wang Zhuo in an exhaustive written report.

The report included several recent photographs of Wen Ying. This woman had recently been preoccupied with arranging her son's wedding.

She had rented out Xin Yexie’s house for five thousand yuan a month, sold her car, and used those funds along with some existing savings from the Xin family to buy a wedding home in the countryside for her simple-minded son. This arrangement not only solved her son’s marriage issue but also secured a steady income stream sufficient for their living expenses.

Coupled with the ongoing royalties from Xin Yexie’s remaining literary estate, Wen Ying would not have to worry excessively about her son’s future, even if she ended up incarcerated. ...

In Jiangzhou in March, spring blossoms were in full bloom. Wen’s mother-in-law was basking in the sun in the common area of their new residential complex.

Such leisure was incredibly comfortable and pleasant; having money was truly wonderful. She no longer worked at the market, where she had to wake up before dawn and toil until late, earning only eight hundred yuan a month—barely enough to keep herself and her son fed.

In contrast, a recent royalty payment from Xin Yexie had brought in over twenty thousand yuan, an amount she couldn't earn in two years at the market. No wonder that dead man could stay addicted to drugs without completely bankrupting them, the Wen mother-in-law mused.

Her son and daughter-in-law were walking hand-in-hand to the park. That five thousand yuan monthly rent—they couldn't earn that even if they went out to work—now allowed them to enjoy a relaxed life without the struggle for survival.

What a happy young couple. If only they could have a child soon, everything would be perfect!

The doctor had said the daughter-in-law’s mental issues were acquired, a post-encephalitis condition that was not hereditary. As long as she manned this post and helped raise the next generation, she could eventually pass the baton, letting a grandchild take over caring for her son.

Life finally had promise; what a comfort... Wen Ying was steeped in this sense of happiness, failing to notice a tall young man calmly approach and sit on a nearby bench, where he began observing her.

Two neighbors passing by greeted Wen Ying warmly. She smiled back, only to realize with surprise that the neighbors seemed to be subtly signaling something.

She turned and saw an unfamiliar young man gazing at her composedly, causing her to feel a touch of surprise. Seeing that she had finally noticed his presence, Wang Zhuo curved his lips slightly and asked in a low voice, "You are Wen Ying?" The woman before him stood barely under 1.6 meters tall.

Years of outdoor labor had tanned her skin dark. She was slight of build, appearing somewhat frail—not at all like a criminal capable of brutally murdering a family of three.

Wen Ying’s narrow eyes flickered rapidly, and she asked coldly with a defensive edge, "Who are you? How do you know me?" If one has committed no wrong, one fears no ghosts.

Her reaction only confirmed Wang Zhuo's suspicion—he had found the right person. Wang Zhuo smiled faintly and said calmly, "I am Officer Meng Yiren from the Criminal Investigation Division.

Don't be nervous; I just have a few questions." Wen Ying paused, then immediately forced herself to remain calm, softening her attitude somewhat, though still maintaining a resistant posture: "What questions? Isn't my sister’s case already closed?" "Just routine procedure," Wang Zhuo replied with an innocent smile, his eyes—which secretly held special abilities—conveying utter sincerity.

Had it been anyone else, they would have immediately fallen under the subtle suggestion of his gaze, their agitation quelled. But Wen Ying’s expression only softened momentarily before her guardedness returned.

Encountering this, Wang Zhuo immediately categorized her as someone with an extremely strong psychological resistance, unless she was simply exceptionally strong-willed. He walked over casually and sat at the opposite end of the bench where Wen Ying was sitting, before asking, "On the night the Xin Yexie family was murdered, where was your son, Wen Hao?" After a slight hesitation, a flicker of disdain crossed Wen Ying's eyes, which Wang Zhuo keenly captured while maintaining an impassive demeanor.

In the materials provided by Yuan Ye, previous neighbors mentioned this woman often watched television late at night, frequently accompanied by eerie music, suggesting she watched horror films. Bai Lu had boldly guessed she watched investigative documentaries, a theory Wang Zhuo also leaned toward.

Seeing that flash of disdain now, Wang Zhuo instantly concluded Bai Lu's guess was correct; Wen Ying likely possessed a certain level of counter-surveillance capability. Having already successfully escaped legal punishment, she consequently held some contempt for the police's investigative methods.

Indeed, this was Wen Ying’s current mindset. She believed she had figured out all the police routines, viewing Wang Zhuo's questions as the standard investigative tactic of "asking the same question eight times." She was unaware that Wang Zhuo was intentionally deploying a smokescreen to lower her guard while simultaneously observing her reactions.

The police might find no suspicious aspects in Wen Ying, but under Wang Zhuo's penetrating gaze, any abnormal emotion she displayed would be instantly captured and amplified. "Officer, how many more times must I tell you?" Wen Ying replied with a strained smile, "Wen Hao was at home that day, he didn't go anywhere.

He’s pathologically directionally challenged; he can get lost near his own house. The local precinct has records of him being brought home since childhood, about once or twice a year." Wang Zhuo adopted a look of deep thought, then suddenly asked after a moment, "And what about you?

What were you doing that night?" Swish! Every hair on Wen Ying’s body instantly stood on end.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat before beginning to pound violently. Adrenaline surged at a visible rate, even causing arrhythmia, leading to ventricular fibrillation!

If she were hooked up to a polygraph right then, the machine would immediately blare alarms, the waveform showing violent fluctuations. But even without a lie detector, Wang Zhuo’s X-ray vision was more precise and intuitive, immediately grasping her extreme reaction!

Wen Ying forced a weak smile, feigning composure, and said, "Of course, I was home too. Around midnight, my stomach suddenly felt unwell, and I went to the community clinic to buy a box of Stadashu.

Doctor Wang can testify to that; you already know these things, don't you?" "But Doctor Wang told me something different just now," Wang Zhuo pressed quickly. "He said you never bought any medicine that night, and he only agreed to testify to that because you told him it would make the police drop their suspicion." "Impossible!" Wen Ying immediately cried out.

"I really did go buy medicine that night! He couldn't have told you that!" Wang Zhuo raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed. You gave him a thousand yuan red envelope when his daughter got married, so he really shouldn't have said that." Cold sweat instantly broke out on Wen Ying’s forehead.

In truth, if this were before the case was closed, she wouldn't have been so panicked. Back then, she maintained constant vigilance, prepared for the worst, even expecting to face execution.

But the recent period of comfort had filled her with expectations for the future; being suddenly thrown back into this other reality left her completely unprepared. There is a saying: When desire is gone, strength remains.

Previously, fueled by a resolve to die, she appeared calm and less likely to betray herself. Now, terrified of loss, she lost her composure with just a slight bluff from Wang Zhuo.

"The red envelope was a gift for the wedding; it has nothing to do with the testimony!" Wen Ying argued emotionally. "Doctor Wang has always taken good care of my son and me.

What’s wrong with giving a larger monetary gift for his daughter’s wedding?" "Perhaps," Wang Zhuo said noncommittally. "My colleagues found surveillance footage of you working at the market.

They noticed you have significant physical strength—you could lift things weighing a hundred jin and just walk away with them." This statement seemed disconnected, but Wen Ying immediately shouted, "That was a long time ago! Since I fell ill half a year ago, I haven't recovered.

Many people can vouch for me!" "Vouch for what?" Wang Zhuo countered with a light laugh. "To prove you don't have your old strength?

If you intentionally hide it, how could they tell if you have strength or not?" Wen Ying’s expression shifted drastically, and she suddenly sprang to her feet. "I'm done wasting words with you!

If you have evidence to prove I’m the killer, then come and arrest me!" With that, she shot Wang Zhuo one last venomous look and turned, hurrying away. Watching her retreat, a chill permeated Wang Zhuo’s gaze.

This seemingly virtuous woman hid a vicious heart; not only did she personally murder her half-sister's family of three, but she did not even spare the corpses. If she were allowed to escape punishment, it would truly defy heavenly justice.

... After watching this video segment played by Wang Zhuo, Qin Xue’s brow furrowed tightly, and he remained silent for a long time.

Wang Zhuo also said nothing, sitting quietly on the sofa as if lost in thought. In fact, he was wandering mentally.

The Municipal Party Secretary’s residence was not a place one visited often. Having rare downtime, he used his X-ray vision to observe the various private aspects of the municipal compound, satisfying his own curiosity.

Qin Xue finally spoke, but not to Wang Zhuo; he addressed his daughter, Qin Siqing: "What do you think of this matter?" "This woman must pay the price for what she has done," Qin Siqing stated, her voice tinged with indignation. "Even if it was for her son’s future, the crime of murder cannot be erased, and one of the victims she killed was a child." Qin Xue then turned to Wang Zhuo: "What is your thought?" "Death is the extinguishing of the lamp," Wang Zhuo said with a bitter smile.

"Originally, I intended to drop the murder investigation, but her desecration of the victims' bodies—that act destroys conscience, treating human life and dignity as weeds. It is unforgivable by natural law." Qin Siqing glanced at him stealthily.

Hearing words like "unforgivable by natural law" coming from a rogue felt incredibly strange... "It is time to properly address some of the current trends within the political and legal departments," Qin Xue declared, leaning on the desk, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface.

"Sacrificing human lives to achieve case closure rates, allowing criminals like this to walk free—the systemic pain dictates that a change is absolutely necessary now."