The Forensic Doctor Better Than a Detective-Chapter 433 - 254: Was It All Worth It?

In the criminal interrogation room, the air seemed frozen, each wisp of movement carrying a tense chill.

Li Xiang sat slumped in the interrogation chair.

At this moment, his hands were like out-of-control propellers, frantically waving over the small table in front of him.

The whole person was like a beast trapped in a cage, driven to desperation, eyes full of panic and anger.

Completely different from his previous silence and restraint.

At this moment, his reaction was nothing short of hysterical.

Standing opposite, Li Jian and Wan couldn’t help but widen their eyes in shock at the sight of Li Xiang like this.

Although killing one person and killing two people are both unforgivable felonies.

But, why did Li Xiang react so violently when Li Jian dropped the bombshell that he was suspected of killing two people?

This question, like a fog, quickly spread in their hearts.

Li Jian, being the captain, furrowed his thick eyebrows tightly.

The confusion in his eyes seemed to be an endless whirlpool.

In the initial deduction, he was convinced there were two victims in the case: one was Wang Shantao’s husband, the other was He Biao.

He even once believed in his heart that Wang Shantao and Li Xiang were accomplices, conspiring together to kill these two people.

But in the current situation, Li Xiang only admitted to killing one person.

This abrupt twist left his thoughts in a deadlock.

After a long silence, Li Jian seemed to struggle to break free from the chaos and asked, his voice low but undeniably authoritative.

"Did you only kill one person?"

These brief words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves.

Li Xiang seemed shocked by an electric current.

His body jerked, his eyes bulging like copper bells, and he firmly responded loudly, "I have already told you everything I know."

"That evening, after receiving a call from Wang Shantao, I was compelled to commit murder."

"I did indeed go to the riverside and without hesitation, pushed He Biao into the river."

He then spread his hands helplessly.

"But honestly, I only killed him."

"I’ve really only killed one person, heaven can witness!"

By the end, his voice had a choking tone, like a child suffering grievances.

Seeing Li Xiang’s continuous roars, emotions erupting like a volcano, Li Jian pressed on relentlessly, "Did you kill Wang Shantao’s husband?"

Li Xiang immediately argued, "No!"

"I never killed him."

"Didn’t that man go missing?"

Li Jian’s face darkened as he said quietly, "He’s dead!"

"Dead?"

Li Xiang’s eyes widened, full of disbelief.

"We found her husband’s body, determined not to be suicide, but murdered and discarded."

Li Xiang’s face was instantly filled with shock, his mouth slightly open, murmuring, "How is that possible?"

"Wang Shantao once told me her husband had suicidal thoughts."

In a flash, an idea darted through Li Jian’s mind.

Could it be that Wang Shantao orchestrated two murder cases?

And that the victims were different, with different perpetrators for each case.

Was Wang Shantao the mastermind behind it all?

Was Li Xiang completely oblivious?

This thought sent chills down his spine.

Li Jian steadied himself, attempting to thread a clue through the chaos.

"You mentioned earlier, when did the conflict between He Biao and Wang Shantao start?"

Li Xiang slightly tilted his head, as if lost in long-gone memories.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Recently, she often mentioned He Biao, saying he was harassing her!"

"Once, I privately approached He Biao, asking him to stay away from Wang Shantao."

"But instead, he, being a bachelor with nothing to lose, insulted me as the third party, disrupting their relationship, and told me to back off."

Li Jian’s gaze was sharp, as if piercing through the human heart, unrelenting: "What did Wang Shantao say about it?"

Li Xiang curled his lips dismissively.

"Wang Shantao told me he had delusions, fantasizing all day about being her partner."

Li Jian squinted slightly, asking in a deep voice, "Did you ever suspect you were the third party?"

Li Xiang exploded like a powder keg ignited.

"I’m the third party?"

"What a joke!"

"Wang Shantao and I have known each other for a long time; we truly love each other."

His chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with offended anger.

Li Jian snorted coldly, "Are you aware?"

"That while she was with you, Wang Shantao maintained an improper relationship with He Biao."

Li Xiang shook his head like a rattle drum, waving his hands in the air, firmly denying, "No way, absolutely not, she wouldn’t lie to me."

"Her feelings for me are genuine; I can feel them."

Li Jian said no more, turning and striding away, his silhouette revealing weariness and helplessness.

At this moment, sitting in the interrogation chair, Li Xiang was full of regret.

He couldn’t understand how the woman who once seemed warm as the spring sun, whom he met so late but loved so deeply, could become so unfamiliar, so terrifying.

It was as if she’d turned from an angel into a demon overnight.

He held his head in his hands, as if trying to shut out the chaotic world.

Wan quietly tidied up the evidence bags on the table.

He looked at Li Xiang, a trace of pity flickered in his eyes.

"Now you see how dangerous that woman is, right?"

"She probably used you to kill He Biao, making you the fall guy."

Li Xiang’s eyes were bloodshot, like an injured wild beast, roaring, "Used me as a tool!"

Before the words were fully spoken, the interrogation room echoed with furious howls as his fists slammed onto the small table.