Ye Sangsang had developed a deep fondness for the game. Whether it was the realism or the level of mystery, the game was exceptionally well-crafted.
It felt like being a forgetful criminal, accidentally trapped in a world where everyone was after her. She had to desperately clear herself of guilt and uncover the truth from a tangled web of clues.
For others, this might have been challenging, but for Ye Sangsang, the difficulty was just right.
She hoped that whoever revealed the truth to her would know a bit more.
That way, she could do less work.
After skipping over her time as a taxi driver, Ye Sangsang was greeted by the questioning of a young policeman.
The officer had found her rented courtyard, carrying a briefcase and accompanied by a colleague.
He introduced himself as Wei Qingzheng, and his colleague as Qian Chao.
Ye Sangsang looked at Wei Qingzheng and silently admired his name, guessing that his parents must have also been in law enforcement.
Or perhaps the military.
But now wasn’t the time to ponder the quality of names. Wei Qingzheng’s visit surely meant he had suspicions about her.
"Officer Wei, what brings you here?" she asked, her gaze filled with confusion, a hint of anxiety, and a barely noticeable irritation.
In novels or TV dramas, this kind of second or repeated visit usually meant the police had their doubts about a suspect.
They might not have evidence, but their instincts told them something was off.
And more often than not, their instincts were spot on. In the end, they would overcome all opposition, relying on that intuition to solve the case and catch the culprit.
While this was good for justice, for someone in the role of a criminal like Ye Sangsang, it was anything but good news.
After Ye Sangsang spoke, Wei Qingzheng took the cigarette out of his mouth and flashed a bright, confident smile. He pulled out another cigarette from his bag and offered it to her. "Don’t be nervous. This is just a routine investigation, not an accusation. Want one? Let’s talk inside?"
Ye Sangsang knew better than to reject a friendly gesture. She couldn’t aggressively resist the investigation, so she stepped aside and let him in.
It was the afternoon, and she had temporarily stopped driving to rest.
As Wei Qingzheng entered the courtyard, his eyes fell on her somewhat dirty taxi.
The dirt was intentional—too clean, and it would be obvious the car had been scrubbed.
Ye Sangsang noticed him looking at the taxi but said nothing, simply leading him inside.
She tucked the cigarette behind her ear, fetched a glass, and poured him some water. "Have a drink, Officer Wei. What else do you need to ask? I still have to go out and work later."
Wei Qingzheng didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stood up and walked around the room.
"Mr. Sun’s home isn’t quite what I expected. Mind if I sit and ask you about what you were doing that night?" he said, glancing at the New Year painting on the wall before turning back to Ye Sangsang.
Ye Sangsang thought for a moment and then recounted her activities.
Everything she described was mundane. She didn’t even need to coordinate her story with Sun Bin’s wife, as it was all vague enough that misremembering was plausible.
Wei Qingzheng’s eyes scrutinized her. "You know we don’t just show up without reason. Based on our investigation, you might be the taxi driver who killed Wang Shun."
After saying this, he stared intently at Ye Sangsang, not missing a single change in her expression.
Ye Sangsang’s mouth opened slightly, her face visibly darkening with anger. "Officer Wei, you’ll need evidence to make such claims!"
Wei Qingzheng looked her up and down, his gaze finally settling on her angry yet determined eyes.
After about ten seconds, his expression suddenly relaxed, and he smiled. "Relax, I was just joking."
"Officer Wei, I’m just an ordinary driver. Please don’t joke like that," Ye Sangsang muttered, appearing weak and unwilling to challenge Wei Qingzheng’s audacity.
Wei Qingzheng looked at her and continued, "My apologies. It’s just that you were driving near the scene before the incident. This is just routine questioning. Today, I’d like to ask for your cooperation—we’d like to inspect your taxi."
"I hope you’ll be quick. I still need to go out and earn money," Ye Sangsang replied, her tone noticeably colder due to Wei Qingzheng’s intrusion.
Wei Qingzheng nodded and gestured to his colleague.
The two walked over to the car, opened the doors, and began their inspection.
Ye Sangsang didn’t leave but stood nearby, arms crossed, watching.
Wei Qingzheng, despite his casual demeanor, was meticulous. He put on gloves and carefully examined every detail inside the car.
His colleague opened the trunk and began spraying a reagent.
From an angle where they couldn’t see her, Ye Sangsang’s gaze turned cold.
[I don’t know why, but I’m feeling nervous too. I’m actually worried Ye Sangsang might get caught.]
[This is the main perspective. I’ve seen other streamers handle this part. Some think they’ve cleaned the bloodstains well enough, only for the luminol reagent to reveal everything in the dark.]
[I’m really curious about what happens next. Please don’t let her get caught now. It’s fine if it happens later, near the end.]
The live stream audience also watched intently as Wei Qingzheng and the other officer meticulously searched the car, collecting fingerprints.
Time passed, but they found no traces of blood.
The fingerprints were taken for comparison, but that would have to wait until they returned to the station.
Ye Sangsang remained indifferent.
She had already checked—the cleaning agent Sun Bin’s wife provided was high-concentration sodium hypochlorite, followed by a thorough cleaning with EDTA disodium.
Even if the oxidizer degraded over time, nothing would be exposed.
Wei Qingzheng stepped out of the car and looked at Ye Sangsang, who was growing impatient. "Alright, we’re done. Sorry for the trouble."
Ye Sangsang nodded.
The two officers placed the collected fingerprints into an evidence box, and Ye Sangsang opened the car door, ready to head out for more fares.
Wei Qingzheng also opened the door and got in, calling to his colleague, "Since we didn’t bring a car, and you’re heading out anyway, why not give us a ride? We’ll pay, of course."
"Fine," Ye Sangsang replied, realizing she had no choice but to agree to his audacious request.
Once inside the car, Ye Sangsang glanced at the two men in the rearview mirror, masking her emotions as she drove.
Wei Qingzheng had a carefree, somewhat unruly, and even slightly childish personality.
Sitting behind Ye Sangsang, he asked in a casual tone, "I remember your name is Sun Bin, from Lin City. Did you drive a taxi there too? What does your wife do? Do you go back to Lin City for the holidays? Any family still there?"
Ye Sangsang remained silent and reserved, only answering Wei Qingzheng’s questions intermittently after a while.
She knew he was probing, suspecting her of being the murderer.
But even after her answers, Wei Qingzheng didn’t let up. Instead, he brought up Wang Shun.
"Do you think Wang Shun’s death was a good thing or a bad thing? Did the killer do a good deed?" he asked lightly, as if they were just making small talk.
Ye Sangsang turned the steering wheel, heading toward the police station. After making the turn, she finally spoke. "It’s a good thing! When we heard Wang Shun had come to Jiang City, all us taxi drivers were terrified. The killer did us a favor—we don’t have to live in fear anymore."
"If Wang Shun hadn’t come to Jiang City, I wouldn’t have had to go home so early that night. It cost me some earnings."
She didn’t offer any lofty justifications but spoke from the perspective of an ordinary person with simple values.
To the average person, the death of a vicious criminal who threatened their lives and property was a great relief.
If she had given a hypocritical answer, it might have backfired.
Sure enough, Ye Sangsang saw in the rearview mirror that Wei Qingzheng’s expression was thoughtful but showed no signs of suspicion.
After a moment, Wei Qingzheng nodded. "Yeah, it’s not a bad thing." He paused, then added, "But what if the killer is someone just as bad as Wang Shun?"
Ye Sangsang thought this officer was talking way too much.
The live stream audience agreed.
[I think even Ye Sangsang is getting annoyed with him.]
[This is the first time I’ve ever thought of a police officer as chatty, lol.]
[Is this probing even effective? Or am I missing something?]
The live stream room was relaxed, as Ye Sangsang hadn’t revealed any flaws, and Wei Qingzheng couldn’t suspect her at all.
Compared to the ease in the live stream room, Ye Sangsang’s heart was tense.
Only she knew that Wei Qingzheng’s suspicion of her hadn’t diminished in the slightest.
If it had, Wei Qingzheng wouldn’t have continued to spout what seemed like meaningless chatter.
After a moment of contemplation, she spoke up, “This isn’t something for us ordinary folks to worry about. I trust you all will catch the culprit soon. Whether they’re good or bad, we won’t have to live in fear anymore.”
Her tone was sincere and earnest, filled with trust in the police.
Hearing this, Wei Qingzheng paused for a moment before nodding in agreement, murmuring, “Indeed…”
“Alright, we’re here,” Ye Sangsang said as the car came to a stop.
The two paid according to the meter and got out of the car.
Ye Sangsang smiled at them, stepped on the gas, and drove away.
Wei Qingzheng watched the departing car with a grave expression.
“Captain Wei, what’s wrong? Let’s head back and wrap things up,” his colleague said, patting him on the shoulder to snap him out of his thoughts.
Wei Qingzheng snapped back to reality. “Sun Bin… he seems so normal. Could my instincts be wrong?”
“His mindset does seem ordinary, like any regular person. He doesn’t strike me as someone capable of such brutal crimes. But as police officers, we can’t judge by appearances. Let’s keep investigating. If he’s truly a suspect, he’ll slip up eventually,” his colleague replied.
Wei Qingzheng narrowed his eyes, staring at the car that was almost out of sight. After a moment of silence, he said, “No, something feels off. He doesn’t carry himself like a taxi driver. Contact Lin City and dig up information on Sun Bin and his wife.”
His colleague nodded lightly and agreed.
Unaware that she was being watched, Ye Sangsang now had her sights set on the second person on her list.
Zhou Qiang.
After piecing together the scattered clues Sun Bin had left behind, she had managed to locate Zhou Qiang.
She wanted to see if getting closer would trigger another murder mission.
If she killed again, would Wei Qingzheng be able to find the evidence to arrest her?
Wei Qingzheng was sharp—there was no denying that.
Racing against someone like him made her blood boil with excitement.
