The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 120 - : 120: Fang Bao’s superpower exposed, Luo Sans identity exposed

Chapter 120: 120: Fang Bao’s superpower exposed, Luo San’s identity exposed

“Captain Qiao, forcing a confession is illegal.”

“Forcing a confession?” He fiddled with a lighter in his hands, smiling coldly. “Who saw? Any evidence?”

Captain Cheng was speechless.

It’s good that this guy hadn’t joined the Criminal Investigation Team considering he disregarded regulations and norms.

The Qiao Family was a prestigious family, the late Mrs. Qiao was from a scholarly family, yet it was a wonder how such a non-conformist was raised in their midst.

There was something undeniably rogue about him, hard to say whom he took after.

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“Captain, we’ve received a report.” A colleague in the team hung up the phone and said, “Number 38, Tianjing Road, there’s been a murder.”

Around nine o’clock, Jiang Zhi received a phone call from Nanchu Qiao.

He was brief and to the point, saying, “Come to the police station.”

Jiang Zhi glanced at the time.

It was almost nine, and he was supposed to video call Zhou Xufang.

He cleared his throat, sounding listless and weak. “I’m frail, not going out.”

How feeble!

This guy really thought he was Lin Daiyu, Nanchu Qiao couldn’t stand his nonsense, “Your wife is here, are you coming or not?”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhi sat up from his daybed, “What’s going on?”

Gone was his previously sickly demeanor; his tone was urgent.

Nanchu Qiao’s interest was piqued, and he continued to ramble with wide eyes, “She’s gotten into trouble.”

Among them, Jiang Zhi was the most scheming.

Now, even this casual joke seemed to have fooled him; his mind must have been blocked by the words “Zhou Xufang.”

He even said, “Tell her not to confess, wait for me to handle it.”

His tone was serious, certainly not joking.

He was probably planning how to ‘exonerate’ Zhou Xufang in his mind. Nanchu Qiao became curious, “Tell me, how do you plan to handle it? Will you frame someone else or destroy the evidence?”

In any case, it wouldn’t be anything aboveboard.

Jiang Zhi didn’t say more, grabbed his car keys, and walked out: “Let Zhou Xufang take the call.”

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Nanchu Qiao cursed him ‘Scoundrel’ and, holding back a laugh, said, “Without probing a bit, you really think you’re above the law, huh?”

Scoundrel!

Jiang Zhi cursed him back.

“Don’t joke about Zhou Xufang; I can’t afford to.”

Nanchu Qiao realized this guy was under his girlfriend’s thumb. Switching to serious tones, he said, “There’s been a murder at Tianjing Road, and your girlfriend is the one who reported it.”

Jiang Zhi got into his car and put on his Bluetooth headset, “Hand the phone to Zhou Xufang.”

Soon after, the joyful voice of a young girl came through on the phone, “Jiang Zhi~”

Jiang Zhi adjusted the Bluetooth headset’s volume, steering with one hand as he backed the car out, questioning Zhou Xufang, “Have they taken your statement?”

“Mhm.”

As the car left the parking spot, Jiang Zhi floored the accelerator, driving fast, and asked again, “Was the person taking your statement harsh? Did they bully you?”

Listening on speaker was Nanchu Qiao: “…”

This prick, what does he think our police are!

Zhou Xufang detailed everything, saying, “No, that guy was very nice, even gave me instant noodles.”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhi fumed, “They only gave you instant noodles?”

Zhou Xufang, “No, there were also some ham and duck necks.”

Nanchu Qiao couldn’t listen anymore, grabbed his cigarettes and lighter, and went out to smoke.

Zhou Xufang then turned off the speakerphone, telling Jiang Zhi how tasty the duck necks and ham were.

“Once we’re home, I’ll buy you some.” Set aside duck necks and ham for a moment, Jiang Zhi asked her, “Did you go to Tianjing Road to deliver food again?”

“Mhm.”

In this perilous world, danger lurked everywhere.

Yet he couldn’t stop her from working.

Jiang Zhi thought for a moment. “Tomorrow come to the set with me; you can be an extra.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll be at the police station soon; have Nanchu find you a place to rest until I get there.”

“Okay.” After Zhou Xufang agreed, she inquired, “Are you driving?”

Jiang Zhi hummed a confirmation, turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car entered the highway. He was driving fast, the wind blowing fiercely through the windows, Zhou Xufang could even hear it.

How could he drive so fast!

“Drive a bit slower,” she immediately recited the traffic slogan, “There are countless roads but safety comes first; driving carelessly brings loved ones to tears.”

“…It’s not that fast.”

“Stop making calls and concentrate on driving.”

After that, Zhou Xufang directly hung up the phone.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Forget it, just drive slower.

It was already late at night, and no one from the Criminal Investigation Team had left work since they had just returned from the crime scene and were working on the case report.

“The victim, Chen Li, was twenty-six years old, female, and worked as a bartender.”

A few photos from the scene were posted on a mobile whiteboard, along with a few bullet points.

Vice Captain Xing marked the key points with a pen and continued, “The autopsy report hasn’t come out yet, but from the scene photos, it appears to be a homicide. There’s no sign of any disturbance inside the house, so we can probably rule out robbery. Moreover, the door lock is intact, and there are no signs of struggle, so it’s very likely that the perpetrator was an acquaintance.”

“The wound is clean; the murderer is likely male.” Captain Cheng asked, “What about the murder weapon?”

Vice Captain Xing pointed to a photo: “It should be this fruit knife, which has already been sent to the forensic department for analysis.”

Neither the forensic nor forensic investigations had produced results yet, and there were currently no breakthroughs.

Captain Cheng tapped the table thoughtfully and began to assign tasks: “Zhwen, you take a team to visit the apartment complex where the crime occurred, see if there’s been anything unusual lately, or if the victim had any feuds.”

“Xiao Zhong, you go to the bar where the victim worked.”

“Gangzi, check the victim’s personal accounts, call records, and social relationships.”

“Zhang Wen, you continue with Luo Changde’s case.”

After giving the instructions, Captain Cheng stood up, waved his hand to signal that everyone could leave: “Alright, let’s call it a day.” After ensuring everything was arranged, he remembered someone else, “Nanchu, help me take the person who reported the crime back.”

“No need,” Qiao Nanchu tilted his chin towards the door, “The family of the person who reported it has arrived.”

Zhou Xufang immediately stood up from his chair: “Jiang Zhi.”

He walked quickly, bringing a gust of wind in: “Were you scared?”

“No.”

Zhou Xufang’s delivery helmet was still on the table.

Jiang Zhi took the helmet in one hand and held her hand with the other, saying, “I’m taking her away.”

Captain Cheng agreed.

Qiao Nanchu glanced at Jiang Zhi: “I sent my car for repairs, give me a lift.”

He took out his phone, dialed a number: “Lin Wanwan, come to the police station.” After hanging up, he told Qiao Nanchu, “I’ve called a driver for you.”

Qiao Nanchu: “Get lost.”

Jiang Zhi walked away holding his girlfriend’s hand.

The car was parked quite far away, and they had to walk a bit, Zhou Xufang being led, her mind wandering.

It was cold at night, Jiang Zhi put the helmet on her and wrapped his scarf around her neck: “What are you thinking about?”

“The case.”

“Let the police worry about the case.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t think so, she was serious, very stern: “Building a harmonious society is everyone’s responsibility.”

“…”

Ever since she started watching TV dramas, her vocabulary had not only expanded significantly, but it had also opened many new worlds for her.

Good, she had become much more outgoing than before, and not as scared of people.

Jiang Zhi then asked, “So, what have you figured out?”

She showed him a secretly snapped photo of the victim on her phone: “Is it her? The customer who flirted with you last time.”

Jiang Zhi glanced at it and recognized her: “It’s her.”

“I overheard her talking on the phone, talking about a homicide; this victim said she had disposed of the body and was asking a Mr. Han to pay her.” She asked Jiang Zhi, “Could she have been killed by this Mr. Han?”

Before Jiang Zhi could respond, she began to speculate, her speech speed and tone mimicking that of a detective drama character: “They were plotting something big, and after it was done, Mr. Han, afraid of leaks, murdered the victim to silence her.”

Jiang Zhi caressed her cheek, praising: “Your analysis makes a lot of sense.”

Having been complimented, Zhou Xufang was naturally excited: “That’s how they do it in TV dramas.”

“What you heard, I will pass on to Nanchu, let the police investigate it,” Jiang Zhi’s hands rested on her yellow helmet, looking into her eyes, “Detective Zhou Xufang, first tell me, how did you overhear the victim’s phone call?”

“…”

Crap, I’ve said too much.

Zhou Xufang was clearly not good at lying, her eyes darting around, and after a long pause, she whispered softly, “I heard it from outside.”

“You were downstairs at the time.”

Three floors, does she have super-hearing or what?

Zhou Xufang lowered her head, tilting her helmet: “I have good hearing.”

Jiang Zhi wouldn’t let her dodge, holding her chin and lifting her face: “How good?”

I can’t make up any more…

Zhou Xufang decided to come clean and ask for leniency.

How good was her hearing? She needed an example, so she focused intensely, pricking up her ears to listen to the sounds from all directions.

Moreover, she mimicked exactly, reciting a small segment verbatim.

“What is this?”

It was a man’s voice, which she imitated quite realistically.

“Lipstick, what else could it be?”

That was a woman’s voice.

A conversation between a man and a woman, Zhou Xufang played both roles: for the man, she stood on the left and deepened her voice, for the woman, she stood on the right and pinched her voice to mimic.

She imitated the woman: “Whose lipstick is this?”

Imitated the man: “Isn’t it yours?”

Imitated the woman: “No, it’s not.”

Imitated the man: “Then someone must have left it behind by accident,”

The climax arrived, emotions exploded!

“Perhaps someone left it behind on purpose.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“My intuition doesn’t tell me anything, Liu Tong, stop making baseless accusations.”

“Stop the car.”

“We’re on a major road, that’s enough.”

“Stop the car!”

As Zhou Xufang yelled furiously,

With a hiss, a car on the road opposite her and Jiang Zhi came to a sudden halt, and a woman in a black down jacket got out from the passenger side.

“Wang Zhongliang, you really have no class, daring to let another woman leave lipstick in your car and not having the guts to admit it,” the woman said with red eyes, sarcastically berating her boyfriend, “That’s all you’re capable of.”

Her boyfriend stayed in the car, not getting out, cursing and swearing.

“What are you freaking out about, which eye of yours saw me with another woman?”

“And you want to argue with me about this! Can’t feel comfortable without a quarrel, huh?”

“Sicko!”

After cursing, the man drove off, leaving the woman behind.

She stood by the roadside for a while, crouched down, and cried.

It was the couple arguing, and the dialogue Zhou Xufang had recited was the content of their argument, which lasted at least half a minute. Even if the car was moving slowly, the voice was still hundreds of meters away, at night with the wind and the noise of traffic.

“You could hear all that?” Jiang Zhi found it unbelievable.

Zhou Xufang nodded: “Yeah,” she said, “I need to concentrate to hear it.”

Then, she concentrated again, continued to listen, and kept repeating.

“Liu Wenhui, what exactly do you mean, placing the lipstick in my car, did you intentionally want my wife to find it?” Zhou Xufang imitated the man’s words seriously and accurately, “Didn’t we agree to just have fun, not to expose anything, are you playing me now?”

The car had already gone quite far, yet she could still hear.

“This is pointless—”

Jiang Zhi interrupted her: “That’s enough.”

Oh.

She stopped and looked at Jiang Zhi.

He was also looking at her, his eyes as if studded with sparkling stars, bright and fiery.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Mhm.”

Her two hands clenched, nervously fidgeting with her fingers: “Am I like a little monster?” Her eyelashes trembled rapidly, showing a mix of fear, nervousness, and dejection.

She wore her anxiety and unrest on her face and in her eyes.

Jiang Zhi slightly bent down, making his gaze level with hers: “Why a little monster?”

She said: “I’m different from others.”

Her voice very low.

She was afraid, even felt inferior.

Jiang Zhi could tell; she disliked her uncommon self, blamed herself, attributing all the intolerance of others to herself.

She described herself as a little monster.

Jiang Zhi straightened her askew helmet, exposing her face: “Have you watched any fairy or martial arts TV shows?”

She nodded, “I’ve seen it.”

“It might not be a monster,” he covered her head with his hand, knocked on her helmet making a clanging sound, and said, “Zhou Xufang, you might be a fairy from the heavens, come down to experience tribulations, and because the seal was broken, you now have boundless mana.”

He was talking nonsense.

Zhou Xufang laughed.

“Jiang Zhi, there are no fairies in this world.”

Although she loved watching TV dramas, she also knew there were many fictional elements in them, and she didn’t believe in fairies.

Jiang Zhi poked her face, creating a small dimple on her right cheek, “Then how don’t you understand? There are no monsters in the world, only humans blinded by evil thoughts.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t quite understand.

“Even if it’s really a monster,” Jiang Zhi smiled, his eyes spilling with soft light, “Lord Black Impermanence, I have a long life ahead, and I will love the little monster for a long time.”

Lord Black Impermanence did not fully understand his words, but he caught the last sentence, Jiang Zhi said he would love her for a long time.

That was enough for her; she wasn’t greedy.

Whether or not there were fairies or monsters, or whether people’s eyes were blinded, she didn’t care anymore because Jiang Zhi had her in his eyes.

She had never felt so content before, as if she had gained the whole world, obtained all the beautiful stars in the sky.

She smiled, her eyes curving, she put on her hoodie and tiptoed to put on Jiang Zhi’s, “The little monster wants to kiss you, lower your head.”

Jiang Zhi lowered his head.

She tiptoed, carefully kissing him.

The next day, it rained, and the temperature in Imperial City was too low, turning the raindrops into ice, dripping sounded.

At eight in the morning, Tang Xiang drove to the nursing home.

The nurse, Xiao Qu, just came out of the ward, saw her, and greeted with a smile, “Miss Tang is here.”

“How is my mom’s mental state today?”

“Early in the morning she asked me for paper and pen, saying she wanted to write.”

After a brief chat, Tang Xiang put her umbrella in the rack and pushed the door into the ward.

“Mom.”

Ms. He was kneeling on a foam mat on the floor, buttocks in the air while writing something, then she looked up and waved at Tang Xiang, “Luo San come quickly, Aunt Xiu is teaching you how to write.”

She didn’t recognize people again, usually, she talked the most about Luo San.

Tang Xiang patiently explained, “It’s me, Mom, I’m Xiangxiang, not Luo San.”

Ms. He grabbed her hand, pulled her over, and looked around, “Shush, keep your voice down, don’t let them hear you talking.”

Tang Xiang didn’t have the strength to explain further and let her ramble.

Ms. He suddenly jumped up, startled, “Where’s your necklace?”

“What necklace?”

Ms. He didn’t specify which necklace, sitting on the foam mat, she shook her head and mumbled to herself.

“Where’s the necklace?”

“That was given by your mom; you can’t lose it.”

“The necklace has a name.”

“…”

Her speech was disjointed and Ms. He murmured for a while.

It was all gibberish that Tang Xiang didn’t understand. Her eyes caught the notebook on the floor, written neatly, in Ms. He’s handwriting.

She filled up a page with just two words:

— Xu Fang.

Tang Xiang picked up the notebook, “What is this?”

Ms. He swayed her head, smiling like a child, “It’s your name.”

“What’s my name?”

Ms. He paused, tilting her head watching her for a while, then recognized her, “You’re Xiangxiang.” She smiled happily then seemingly dissatisfied, complained, “Why did you come back so late?”

Tang Xiang opened the notebook, showed her clearly, “Mom, first tell me, whose name is this?”

Ms. He pushed the notebook away, looked towards the door, “Where’s your dad?”

“How come he hasn’t come back?”

“Did the old master send him somewhere on business again?”

“Make a phone call, ask him to come back.”

“…”

Ms. He kept muttering, Tang Xiang called her, but she didn’t respond.

Xu Fang.

Tang Xiang looked at the words on the notebook, lost in thought.