Chapter 048: Yuan Jie
She was a striking figure—a special police officer exuding confidence and poise, dressed in a navy-blue uniform, a cap perched on her head, and sporting a neat bob that barely reached her ears.
Arms crossed, she fixed her gaze on Zhao Feng, who sat behind the one-way glass.
Yuan Jie waved her hand, and a fellow officer approached her.
The officer handed over a stack of documents. “Sister Yuan, here’s the file!”
Yuan Jie took it, flipping through with little interest. “Two deaths. One called Ah Tai, the other Wang Ze.”
“That’s right.”
“Our investigation shows both men had grudges with Zhao Feng.”
Yuan Jie shook her head. “That’s far too much of a coincidence.”
Her colleague hesitated. “Sister Yuan, the city bureau is already paying close attention to this case. They sent you here specifically.”
Yuan Jie nodded. “I know.”
“Should we interrogate him now?”
She motioned with her hand. “Open the door.”
“Understood.”
…
Zhao Feng was remarkably calm.
He sat on the bench, eyes half-closed, fingers tapping rhythmically on the tabletop.
Suddenly, the door swung open.
Yuan Jie strode in, walked straight to the table, tossed the files onto it, and took a seat.
Zhao Feng slowly opened his eyes. “Let me guess what’s happened.”
“Oh?” Yuan Jie was intrigued. “Let’s hear it.”
Zhao Feng chuckled. “People are dead, aren’t they? The two victims—one is Ah Tai, the other Wang Ze.”
Surprise flickered in Yuan Jie’s eyes.
“Who told you that?” she asked.
Zhao Feng smiled, lips curling at the corners. “I guessed.”
Yuan Jie shook her head. “You’re just an ordinary person. No one could guess so precisely unless you were the one who killed them.”
Zhao Feng laughed softly. “Whether I did or not, your team has the means to find out.”
Yuan Jie nodded. “That’s true. We certainly do.”
He looked at her, teasing. “Then why waste time here?”
Yuan Jie shook her head. “That’s not why I’m here.”
Zhao Feng frowned. “Then what is it?”
She smiled. “Before I tell you, you must first explain—how did you guess?”
“Do you really want to know?” Zhao Feng asked.
She nodded.
He let out a short laugh. “All right, then.”
Zhao Feng stretched lazily. “First, when I saw Ah Tai, I noticed a shadow across his brow. I concluded he wouldn’t survive the night.”
Yuan Jie frowned. “Are you talking to me about superstition?”
“No, no.” Zhao Feng shook his head. “It’s a kind of energy—a force that flows between heaven and earth.”
Yuan Jie rolled her eyes. “I see the problem now.”
Zhao Feng blinked. “What problem?”
She smirked. “You have a real talent for being a charlatan.”
He curled his lip. “Don’t compare me to those frauds.”
Yuan Jie gave a soft laugh. Zhao Feng stretched his limbs. “Now, tell me—what is it you really want from me?”
She locked eyes with him and noticed their clarity, like deep and still water.
Suddenly, she said, “You’re a martial cultivator, aren’t you?”
Zhao Feng showed no reaction at all.
He simply stared at her in silence.
Yuan Jie’s brow furrowed as she declared, “You must be a martial cultivator!”
Zhao Feng laughed. “And what exactly is a martial cultivator?”
She gazed deeply at him, searching for any sign of deception, but his expression was serene, betraying nothing.
Yuan Jie withdrew her gaze. “Never mind. Perhaps I’m overthinking.”
Zhao Feng chuckled, “Why don’t you tell me what a martial cultivator is? I’m genuinely curious.”
She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
He smiled. “Well then, can I leave now?”
“You can,” Yuan Jie replied. “Just give a statement and you’re free to go.”
Zhao Feng nodded.
Yuan Jie picked up the radio on the table. “Records division, take his statement.”
“Copy.”
Yuan Jie stood, cast Zhao Feng a lingering look, then left the room.
At five in the morning, Zhao Feng stepped out from the holding room.
The moment he emerged, Li Changqing rushed up and gave him a hearty hug. “Zhao Feng, thank heaven you’re all right! As soon as I heard the news, I came at once.”
Zhao Feng smiled. “Thank you, Director Li.”
Li Changqing shook his head quickly. “Not at all.”
They both laughed. “Let’s go,” Li Changqing said.
Zhao Feng nodded.
Suddenly, a voice called out, “Something’s wrong, something’s wrong!”
“What is it?” asked Li Changqing.
“The little girl we brought with us—she’s fainted!”
A boom seemed to echo in Zhao Feng’s mind as anger surged. “Where is she?”
“In the office!”
Without hesitation, Zhao Feng strode off, covering the distance in a few long strides.
When he arrived, both Xiang Lan and Li Ping were there—so was Yuan Jie.
It was the second time Zhao Feng had seen her. She hadn’t appeared again after finishing his questioning an hour earlier.
Xiang Lan was frantic. When she saw Zhao Feng, she instantly felt reassured.
She hurried over. “Brother, check on Nan Nan, please!”
“Of course.”
Zhao Feng went to Nan Nan’s side, took her right arm, closed his eyes, and began checking her pulse.
A breath later, Zhao Feng opened his eyes.
“How is she?” Xiang Lan asked anxiously.
Zhao Feng smiled. “Sister Xiang Lan, it’s nothing serious. She’s just been through an emotional shock, that’s all.”
“Is there anything you can do?” Xiang Lan pressed.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Thank goodness.”
Zhao Feng looked around. “Sister Xiang Lan stays. The rest of you, please leave for now.”
Yuan Jie frowned. “Call an ambulance—this is serious. Let a doctor handle it.”
Zhao Feng snorted. “If I can’t help her, no one can.”
Yuan Jie was angry. “I can’t believe you’d take such risks! A life is at stake—this is no time for bravado.”
Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “Just leave.”
“You—!”
Xiang Lan looked at Zhao Feng. “I trust my brother Zhao Feng. Please, all of you, step out.”
Yuan Jie wanted to protest, but Li Changqing spoke up. “Let’s go. Zhao Feng is highly skilled in medicine.”
Yuan Jie scoffed. “Skilled? Does he even have a medical license?”
Li Changqing was left speechless.
Yuan Jie strode over to Zhao Feng. “I warn you, don’t try anything reckless. Otherwise, I’ll stop you, even if it breaks the rules.”
Zhao Feng shook his head. Yuan Jie seemed decent enough, but how could she be so naïve?
He stood up. “This is the last time I’ll say it. Leave.”