The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 432 - 253: I Only Killed One Person! (Part 2)
Li Jian furrowed his brow, his face darkened, and turned his head to scold, "Where did your thoughts go astray?"
"Your worldview is skewed. Don’t talk nonsense here."
"I’m just speaking the honest truth. Being single can sometimes be more carefree than being caged in marriage."
"People say marriage is the grave of love."
Wan mumbled, his voice growing smaller and smaller.
As they spoke, the four pushed open the other side of the master bedroom’s closet, revealing an array of summer clothes, mostly T-shirts and long sleeves.
Li Jian shone a flashlight, the beam like a spotlight on a stage, sweeping over each piece of clothing inch by inch.
Jiang An, Zhang Yean, and Wan stood as if immobilized, their eyes following the beam closely, not missing a single detail.
To see more clearly, they pulled out each piece, their eyes widened like copper bells, focusing especially on the front and back of the clothes.
"Found it!"
Jiang An suddenly shouted excitedly, like discovering a new continent, his voice almost lifting the ceiling.
In an instant, everyone’s gaze was magnetically drawn, all focused on where Jiang An pointed.
"Look, there’s a faint scratch on the left side of the abdomen of this T-shirt."
"And a few strands of cotton thread hanging loose. If we weren’t lucky, we could have easily missed it."
The group took a closer look, and sure enough.
Li Jian nodded heavily.
Immediately, his voice was resolute: "That’s right, I remember finding that strand on the watch strap, which completely matches this T-shirt, both in color and appearance."
Zhang Yean and Wan also nodded, their heads bobbing like rattles.
Jiang An, taking advantage of the situation, added: "Not only does the fiber structure match perfectly, but the location also aligns exactly with where his abdomen was injured."
"Just like I said earlier in the interrogation room."
"It’s likely that He Biao’s watch sliced through the clothes and skin during a tug of war."
Zhang Yean nodded again, full of emotion,
"Truly, fate has a way of setting things right."
"If it weren’t for the watch being poorly made and leaving us so many crumbs, who knows how much more effort it would have taken to solve this case."
For a moment, the four fell into silence.
The air in the room seemed to solidify.
Though the evidence was as solid as iron, the thought of not preventing this tragedy weighed heavily on their minds like lead.
Perhaps for them, pursuing the truth is a mission.
But when the truth lays bare before them, all that remains is shock and regret.
After a long pause, Li Jian looked around and broke the silence.
His voice was deep but carried an undeniable authority: "In my opinion, this evidence is strong enough."
"Re-interrogate Li Xiang, with my years of case experience, even if he stays stubborn, presenting the evidence to the judge, he’ll have no escape even if he remains silent."
A moment later, the four hurriedly left Li Xiang’s house.
Half an hour later, in interrogation room number two.
Li Jian barged in like a whirlwind, with an aura that seemed to ignite the air around him.
Opposite him sat Li Xiang, seemingly unfazed.
His gaze absent of any fear or surprise, instead he sneered and snorted through his nose.
"What, had just interrogated me and now here to bluff again? Do you think I’m easily scared?"
Li Jian said nothing further, dropping two evidence bags heavily on the table.
With a thud, it sounded like the tolling of a judgment bell.
"Look carefully."
"This T-shirt, these shoes, look familiar?"
Through the transparent bag, black sports shoes and the T-shirt were clearly visible.
Li Xiang’s eyes flashed, panic darting across like lightning.
But it quickly vanished as he regained his composure, stubbornly holding his neck high.
"What does it matter? These are my things, what does that prove?"
"Is it illegal to wear my own clothes?"
Wan, following behind Li Jian, stepped in with a clouded face, harshly scolding.
"We’ve interrogated you multiple times, giving you chances. Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
"The sea of bitterness knows no bounds, turn back is the shore."
"If you remain obstinate, don’t blame us for being harsh."
Li Xiang twisted his neck, full of defiance: "Harsh?"
"What can you do to me? What, execute me on the spot, reward me with a bullet, send me to eat free prison meals?"
Li Jian was originally intending to give this fellow another chance.
After all, behind every case lies shattered lives.
Any homicide inflicts damage in both directions.
Leaving Li Xiang’s house, glimpsing his family portrait.
Li Jian, being a father as well, felt a prick in his heart.
He knew deeply the importance of a father in a child’s growth.
If Li Xiang could consider the evidence and confess sooner, perhaps he could reduce his prison time.
Seeing Li Xiang stubborn as a duck, Li Jian’s face fell, his voice cold as shards of ice.
"Since you don’t cherish the chance for freedom, then don’t blame me for being unkind."
"Listen up, these shoes and this T-shirt were what you wore the night of the crime."
"The shoes have pollen and green sap unique to the riverside."
"We’ve confirmed that’s ironclad evidence that you pushed He Biao into the water."
"Furthermore, the fiber pulled from He Biao’s watch band matches perfectly with this T-shirt."
Li Xiang didn’t lift an eyelid, indifferently saying: "There are many flowers and plants in the city, why assume that what’s on my shoes is from the riverside?"
"The watch fiber matching my clothes, so what?"
"Is that enough to prove I killed? Ridiculous!"
"Of course it is!"
Li Jian raised his voice, as powerful as a bell, "The shoes prove you were by the river, missing fibers on the T-shirt show there was a struggle."
"The evidence chain is linked, you can’t argue against it."
"Hmph, you’re just making wild guesses."
"I read Sherlock Holmes as a kid, now I watch forensic shows, don’t think you can fool me."
Li Xiang scoffed.
Just then, Li Jian’s phone rang urgently, the caller ID showing Jiang An.
After splitting from Li Xiang’s house, Jiang An and Zhang Yean returned to investigate where He Biao fell into the water.
On the phone, Jiang An’s voice was like a machine gun: "Reporting to Mr. Li, after cleaning up the vegetation, we found a footprint near the water that matches Li Xiang’s sports shoes exactly!"
"Great, thank you for your hard work."
After hanging up, Li Jian’s face grew darker.
His gaze like two daggers piercing Li Xiang: "Even if the pollen and sap aren’t enough, how do you explain the footprint?"
Li Jian raised a hand, pointing, "Your shoes appeared by the riverbank, what else do you have to say?"
In an instant, the interrogation room fell silent, the air seemed sucked dry, stifling and suffocating.
After a long pause, Li Jian broke the silence, his voice as deep as the bass of a cello.
"Even though you missed the chance to surrender, confessing now, honestly repenting, might win you some more time of freedom."
Li Xiang’s defiance dissipated like a deflating balloon, he slumped in the chair.
His eyes, vacant, stared at the floor, like a soul-deprived husk.
Five minutes later, he slowly nodded, his voice a raspy whisper: "I... killed He Biao."
"Why kill?"
Li Jian pressed, his gaze fierce with authority.
"Why?"
"Isn’t it because Wang Shantao said she wanted to come back to me."
"But on the condition that I remove He Biao."
"That bastard He Biao harassed her repeatedly, she couldn’t take it anymore, and begged me to help."
As he spoke, Li Xiang sighed, "I... I was just blinded by love, confused after the divorce and lingering with Wang Shantao..."
"Did you act alone?"
Li Jian pursued relentlessly.
Li Xiang nodded slightly: "That night, Wang Shantao suddenly called, the plan was detailed, the place and method clear."
"We had discussed this before, but kept waiting for the right opportunity..."
"Are you sure you killed only this one person?"
Li Jian’s gaze was like a searchlight, sweeping over Li Xiang again.
Li Xiang was startled like being burned by fire, eyes wide open.
He stared at Li Jian in disbelief.
"Mr. Li, what do you mean?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"I only killed one person, where’s the second?"
