Chapter 3: The Arrest

This man is suspicious. Clearly, it wasn’t just her who thought so; Captain Guo from the city bureau was also visibly doubtful. His eyes burned with intensity as he saw Li Guimin trembling and crying uncontrollably. Without hesitation, he ordered someone to pull Li Guimin to his feet and loudly demanded, “Where were you last night? Tell us everything, every detail.”

Tears streamed down Li Guimin’s face, his gaze glazed and vacant. His body shook uncontrollably, needing someone to steady him before he could stand firm. After a brief pause, as if gathering his wits, he began recounting the events of the previous night.

“I was exhausted after work yesterday, so I wanted to drink a little to relax. Coincidentally, Wu… Wu Yongjun invited me for a drink, so I went. We drank from around eight until ten fifty, then played poker until two or three in the morning. I was too tired to leave, so I slept at his place.”

Fearing disbelief, Li Guimin hastened to add, “I’m telling the truth. You can ask Wu Yongjun—he came with me.”

“Wu Yongjun?” Guo Kai muttered the name, giving a slight nod. A young officer immediately understood and went to fetch him. Within minutes, he returned, whispering a few words into Guo’s ear.

Wu Yongjun’s account matched Li Guimin’s almost perfectly, so much so it seemed they had rehearsed their story together.

After hearing this, Guo Kai snorted coldly and spoke sharply, “Li Guimin, do you take us for fools? Stop playing games and be honest. Tell me—did you kill Wang Qiumei?”

Startled by the reprimand, Li Guimin trembled all over. “No, no, it wasn’t me.”

He denied it repeatedly, yet cold sweat beaded on his forehead, betraying his unease.

At this moment, Wu Yongjun—the supposed witness—was brought over by Chen Da. Chen's face was stern and unyielding, while Wu Yongjun’s eyes flickered nervously.

“Wu Yongjun, giving false testimony is a serious offense. Do you want to spend years behind bars?” Chen Da’s words made Wu’s expression sour.

He glanced at the collapsed Li Guimin and then at the officers, his eyes shifting anxiously before steadfastly insisting he hadn’t lied.

Despite repeated questioning, Wu Yongjun stuck to his story: the two of them had been drinking together all night.

Chen Da realized Wu Yongjun was a tough nut to crack. The breakthrough had to come from Li Guimin.

However, Li Guimin was equally stubborn; though barely able to stand, he refused to change his story.

It seemed one was intent on protecting the other, while the other refused to confess.

Guo Kai laughed bitterly. “You think denying everything will save you? Chen Yuan matched the shoe prints from the scene. If this shoe fits, we’ll check all his shoes.”

Li Guimin’s face panicked for a moment as two officers forced him to remove his shoes. They compared them to the clear footprint beside the body and quickly reached a conclusion.

“Captain, the size and pattern match perfectly.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Yongjun swallowed hard, incredulous. “We’re ordinary folks; our shoes are common models, many don’t fit well. This alone can’t prove Guimin was the killer. Besides, he was with me playing cards around midnight—there’s no way he could have murdered anyone.”

“Hah! Who told you the victim died around midnight?” Chen Da snapped loudly. “We haven’t disclosed the time of death to anyone, and since you just arrived, don’t tell me the victim told you that.”

Wu Yongjun flinched, waving his hands. “No, no, I was just guessing.”

At that moment, an excited voice called out.

“Huh?! Captain, we found something!”

Guo Kai and the others instinctively looked toward the voice. It wasn’t from the city bureau, but the pretty young woman who had come with Chen Da. She was bent over, eyes sparkling, pointing toward the dark corner of the earthen kang bed some distance from the body.

The search team quickly gathered to inspect. Someone wearing gloves reached in and carefully pulled off a piece from the kang bed’s footboard.

When it was displayed for everyone, the young man was thrilled. “How did we miss this earlier? The kang foot is broken here, and this black pager was wedged right in, blending in perfectly. You can hardly tell it’s there. Luckily, this sharp-eyed girl spotted it. Look, it’s even new.”

The officer carrying the new piece of evidence approached the two captains. Both Li Guimin and Wu Yongjun’s hearts sank.

Especially Li Guimin’s—already terrified now faced with tangible proof. There was only one store selling pagers at the foot of Da’an Village’s mountain, and he had proudly boasted about buying it just days ago. Once checked, it would undoubtedly trace back to him.

“Wow, a pager! Old Chen, did you sell this?”

Though the police line was a short distance away, nothing on the west or south side of the earthen house blocked the sound. Locals outside could hear the commotion clearly.

At first, their hearing was muffled, but the word “pager” rang out loud and clear, sparking excitement.

“Old Chen” was a limping man in his fifties. Proudly patting his chest, he said, “Of course! There aren’t many of us around here. Besides me, only Old Lai from Dahai Zi Village sells pagers. You know his character—he tried to compete when he first opened, but now everyone knows what kind of person he is. Just ask around, and you’ll find buying from me is honest and fair. Plus, I offer warranties on broken ones. Over the past month, I’ve sold this one. Old Lai couldn’t move his stock and even argued with me. Can you believe that?”

“Did Li Guimin buy one from you?”

“Yes, definitely. I even gave him a lucky waist chain as a gift.”

The conversation outside drifted into the earthen house. They saw Li Guimin visibly crumble, tears staining his face as he collapsed.

He sobbed, “I didn’t mean to. We just argued a few times. I have sleepwalking disorder—I never intended to kill Qiuyan. I’m sorry, so sorry.”

This was essentially a confession.

Everyone was relieved the case might close so quickly, but Qiu Jiang still felt something was off.

Her discovery of the pager wasn’t due to keen eyesight but because she recalled seeing two black shadows earlier—one of which had been thrown toward the kang foot. Out of curiosity, she had glanced over and found the pager.

She was certain the shadows she saw were the victim and the murderer. Although she didn’t understand why such an extraordinary thing had happened, if what she saw were events that had truly occurred, then Li Guimin was definitely not the killer.

By estimating the figure’s height and build, the man was at least taller and stronger than Li Guimin.

More likely…

Qiu Jiang’s gaze fixed tightly on Wu Yongjun, whose lips curled into a faint smile.

Guo Kai hadn’t expected things to proceed so smoothly. He kept glancing outside, seemingly searching for someone.

Chen Da asked, “Looking for someone?”

Guo Kai frowned. “Nothing.”

“Since the suspect confessed and is still at the scene, have him recount the crime. Saves us a return trip,” Chen Da suggested.

“Agreed,” Guo Kai nodded.

But the suspect knew no more than they did.

“Say it again—”

Handcuffed, Li Guimin wept bitterly. “Officer, I really don’t remember. I’m sick—I have sleepwalking disorder. Usually, when it acts up, I just get water or wander around. Who knew this time someone would die? If I’d known, I’d have locked myself up. Qiuyan and I planned to marry next year. We just argued a bit—how could I possibly want to kill her?”

At the mention, he cried harder, tears and snot mingling. He looked so pitiful.

But this case was truly bizarre.

A murder committed while sleepwalking.

“Don’t cry. Is there anything else you remember? Speak up.”

“I just remember waking up with my hands on Qiuyan’s neck. She wasn’t moving. I was terrified because she wasn’t breathing at all. Officer, I was really scared, so I ran outside and happened to meet Yongjun.”

Tears of guilt welled up as he spoke. “Officer, Yongjun knows nothing. I told him no matter what happens, he must stick to our story of being together last night. He really knows nothing. Please don’t arrest him. I’m willing to pay for what I did.”

At this, Wu Yongjun’s eyes were filled with sorrow, disbelief still on his face. “How… how did this happen? Don’t worry—I’ll take care of my uncle and aunt.”

Li Guimin was even more remorseful and grateful, bowing repeatedly. “Thank you, thank you.”

“Enough. Come with us.”

After Li Guimin was led away, Qiu Jiang furrowed her brow deeper. The city bureau’s recorder beside her noticed her bitter, troubled expression and comforted her, “These cases are strange at first, but once you’ve seen many, it won’t bother you so much.”

Qiu Jiang pursed her lips and asked, “Is that it then?”

“No, we still have to take statements. The pager seller and the residents outside, especially Wu Yongjun, who’s suspected of perjury. He’ll probably be detained for a few days. The poor guy’s really unfortunate — completely innocent.”

The recorder shook his head, showing a hint of sympathy for Wu Yongjun.

But what if that man was the real killer?

Qiu Jiang felt anxious and frustrated. Though breathing easier outside the earthen house, a heaviness lingered in her chest.

No, the investigation must continue.

The crucial thing now was to recall whether she had missed any evidence when she saw those two black shadows.

“Dr. Lu, your gloves are covered in blood. Put them in my bag.”

As she was recalling, she suddenly heard someone speaking beside her—a police officer standing next to forensic doctor Lu Jia-nian. It was Lu himself.

He didn’t refuse and gently thanked, “Thank you.”

Gloves? Yes—gloves!

“Captain Chen—look, isn’t that a glove the dog is carrying in its mouth?”

The earth-shattering shout, low and steady, made several officers shudder. Many glanced toward the corner she pointed to, where indeed a dog stood, holding something in its mouth.

Though the shape was unclear, the warning instantly heightened tension.

Yes—what if the killer wore gloves during the crime? This could be crucial evidence.

“Quick, stop that dog!”

A man in a white suit emerged from the alley, holding the evidence bag with the white gloves. Hearing this, his finger froze mid-air. Expressionless, he looked at Qiu Jiang.

At that moment, she had no time to notice anything else. Her gaze locked onto Wu Yongjun, who stiffened, craning his neck toward the direction the police were running, subtly shifting his footing.

“He’s running—grab him!”

Her reflexes faster than her words, she dashed forward like an arrow released from a bow. Wu Yongjun, realizing he was caught, fled desperately.

His speed was impressive, heading toward a deserted area. No one expected him to run, and only a slender figure pursued relentlessly.

Her pace rivaled an Olympic champion’s.

Unbeknownst to them, she was unskilled in many things, but chasing down a fleeing suspect was her strength. Wu Yongjun glanced back, seeing her closing in, and panicked, grabbing a bamboo stick nearby to strike at her.

Qiu Jiang moved nimbly, dodging his blows several times. Using his momentary distraction, she closed the gap and they both grabbed the same bamboo stick.

She lacked his strength, but that wasn’t her goal. A small step allowed her to snag his cotton jacket, slowing his escape.

Still, she knew she couldn’t hold him long, and wasn’t sure if her colleagues would arrive in time.

Then, Wu Yongjun struck her hard with a clenched fist on her shoulder.

Pain shot through her, and her grip loosened, almost letting him escape. She was frantic.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept behind her. Someone grabbed Wu Yongjun’s arm, thrust forward, and kicked him hard. His face twisted in pain and desperation as he tried to break free, but he was firmly pinned down and quickly handcuffed.

Qiu Jiang recognized the newcomer—it was the owner of the sports car she’d met earlier at the mountain’s base.

At that moment, Guo Kai and others caught up and called out to him.

“Team Leader Ji.”

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