Fu Na's eyes flickered, but she said nothing.
Che Quan continued in the same flat tone. "You hid Cui Tang away, didn't you? Since you still had the sense to keep something in reserve, there's no need to play the fool."
At his words, the malice in Fu Na's eyes intensified, as though she wanted to come over and tear him apart.
Che Quan showed no fear. He looked straight at the seemingly deranged Fu Na and said casually, "Oh, right. Didn't you want to know how I knew it was you?"
Fu Na glared viciously at him, her voice full of hatred. "Then tell me!"
"Simple," Che Quan said. "Zhang Bei left evidence that you were the killer, and I found it."
Fu Na's expression grew even more hideous. "...What evidence?!"
"On the pickup lists, there were always two little check marks after your name."
Fu Na's eyes widened, the red veins in them looking as though they might spill blood.
She gave a raspy, mocking laugh. "That? You call that evidence?!"
"What about Wen Ping? She wouldn't even let anyone look inside her fridge! Isn't she far more suspicious? And Zha Jia-you didn't know this, did you? She had a grudge against Kang He! And that weirdo on the second floor, skulking around all day-he's the most suspicious one!"
Fu Na couldn't stop herself from shouting and screaming.
Che Quan lifted his eyelids and coldly regarded Fu Na, who refused to believe that she was the prime suspect. He said unhurriedly, "Wen Ping wouldn't let anyone use her fridge because, after Kang He died, she secretly took home everything Kang He had bought online and left at the convenience store for pickup. She felt guilty. It had nothing to do with murder."
"I suspected Zha Jia at first too, but she was considerate of other people even when she smoked. How could she have an antisocial personality?"
"As for Xuan Shuhui, she was downstairs with me when Kang He jumped. She had an alibi."
"And you, Yu Yan, and Xuan Shuhui were all medical students. You knew anatomy and formalin inside out. Tell me, doesn't that make you the most suspicious?"
"As for that weirdo, there's no evidence suggesting he's more suspicious than you."
"If you want to go into more detail, there were two murders at the beginning. First, Yu Yan's dismemberment, and second, Kang He's fall from the building. In the second case, Wen Ping and Zha Jia, who lived on the first floor, were the least likely to have committed it. They couldn't have returned home afterward right under the police's noses, and the risk of getting caught was extremely high. Of course, that doesn't rule out the possibility of some trick being used."
"And you've already killed Liao Zhiming and Zhang Bei, so the theory that they were the killers falls apart on its own. Jin Jiang is still at the police station, making it even less possible for him to have done it. That leaves you, Cui Tang, and the weirdo."
"Tell me, who's more suspicious? You, pretending to call weakly for help, Cui Tang, who wasn't even at the scene, or the weirdo, against whom there's no evidence at all?"
"Oh, right. I also asked the officers. Every advance report to the police was made by a woman. Tell me, who would know a crime was about to happen before the killer did?" Che Quan said offhandedly.
"How do you know Cui Tang wasn't there?"
Fu Na glared at him with blood-red eyes.
Che Quan gave a derisive snort. "Was he? Would you let him stay here alive or conscious? You destroyed the lighting to hide the fact that the axe was controlled by a mechanism rather than held by a person, didn't you? You wanted to create the illusion that the killer was a strong man, right?"
Beside him, Wu Yi was utterly bewildered. He hurriedly interrupted in a low voice. "W-wait, what?! The axe was controlled by a mechanism?"
"Yes." Che Quan's reply was indifferent, his gaze devoid of warmth as he watched Fu Na grit her teeth before him. "Were you hoping to clear away the axe mechanism while we went to get help, or were you planning to wait until we went inside to investigate and stab us in secret?"
With her plan exposed, Fu Na's expression grew uglier and more vicious.
She let out a harsh, piercing shriek, raised the knife in her hand, and stabbed straight at Wu Yi. Caught off guard, he had no time to defend himself, and the blade pierced clean through his gun hand.
Wu Yi screamed in agony, his gun falling to the floor. Fu Na instantly pulled the knife free, and a gush of blood spurted from his wound.
At the sight, Fu Na gave a raspy, sinister laugh.
She kicked the gun far away, then openly sized up Wu Yi and Che Quan as though they were helpless prey on her chopping board.
One was a junior police officer who had lost most of his ability to fight, along with his lethal weapon; the other was a sickly boy with a heart condition.
However she looked at it, they would both be easy to deal with.
Fu Na could barely contain her triumph.
She raised her blood-drenched scalpel and thrust it straight at Che Quan.
She could no longer wait to torture this thorn in her side to death.
But Fu Na had never imagined that, faced with her sudden, swift attack, a frail, sickly boy could react so easily, twist aside, and kick her down the stairs.
Completely unprepared, Fu Na tumbled down more than a dozen steps with a series of thuds, still clutching her knife.
She was utterly stunned.
A moment later, searing pain flared where Che Quan had kicked her. Fu Na couldn't help letting out an agonized scream, her eyes stretched wide.
Meanwhile, Wu Yi was still trembling in pain, his blood flowing without any sign of stopping. As he lost more blood, his face gradually paled, and his strength drained rapidly.
Wu Yi had thought neither of them would escape this disaster.
Yet Che Quan had kicked that madwoman down the stairs without so much as a change in expression?
Just as he had kicked Wu Yi earlier.
No, this kick had been much harder.
His heart pounding, Wu Yi craned his head to look at Fu Na below, her face horribly contorted with pain.
Since she had still been holding the knife, Fu Na had cut herself in several places as she tumbled down, and all the wounds were bleeding.
Some of the gashes were quite large, the blood quickly soaking through her clothes.
She looked utterly miserable, but Wu Yi felt no sympathy. Instead, he let out a huge sigh of relief.
Good. Serves her right. The worse she's hurt, the better.
But... A question suddenly occurred to Wu Yi. Was Che Quan really that strong?
He looked so slender and frail. How could he... kick someone away so easily?
Just as Wu Yi was about to ask, a loud police siren suddenly sounded outside the apartment building.
-Backup was here!
Wu Yi had no time to pursue those seemingly unimportant details. He hurriedly shouted toward the stairwell window.
Before long, a number of officers came up in an orderly line. On the stairs between the fourth and fifth floors, they arrested Fu Na, who was still writhing and wailing in pain, and took her away for a thorough interrogation.
After briefly explaining the situation to his colleagues, Wu Yi was taken away to have his wound dressed and treated.
Only then did he suddenly remember Che Quan.
But even after searching through the crowd for some time, Wu Yi couldn't find him anywhere.
Naturally, he had no idea that Che Quan had already returned to Room 201.
Inside Room 201, Che Quan left the lights off and walked straight into the bedroom, wanting to lie down and rest for a while.
Twice, he had just broken through the instance's restrictions to use his abilities in Vampire form, which had taken a toll on this body's stamina.
Che Quan lay on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling his strength slowly ebb away. His limbs felt like cotton, and for the moment, he could barely lift them.
That sickly buff was kicking in again, wasn't it?
Just as expected...
The thought had barely crossed Che Quan's mind when a familiar, elegant young man's voice rang out in the dark room-
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