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Zhang He paused for a moment before continuing, "But all the plans were ruined by Chen Wenting that morning. For some reason, she came to Dunhua Road, and unexpectedly, she was seen by Li Jun. All our plans were about to fall apart! At that time, Chen Wenting was extremely frightened, afraid that she would be arrested as the murderer. So she thought of a way to disguise herself as Lin Xue, believing that this would create the illusion that Lin Xue was not dead.
So, you went to the cosmetic surgery clinic... But even the best cosmetic techniques cannot achieve a perfect likeness. Upon closer inspection, you still differ from Lin Xue in many ways, such as the mole on her chin, which you don’t have."
"Stop talking..." The silent figure of Lin Xue sitting beside Zhang Zhiwen finally spoke up. Her voice trembled, filled with fear and despair.
"It seems you two won't be using your plane tickets to leave China for now. We need to detain you for the investigation. Please cooperate!" Tian Xu said sternly, his gaze sharp as a knife, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Zhang Zhiwen squatted down and cried out loudly, "Arrest me... I killed that woman... I did it..." His body shook as tears and snot mixed together in a pitiful display.
"But there are no fingerprints on the knife that killed Lin Xue," Tian Xu said with a look of disgust directed at Zhang Zhiwen. "Do you have any idea how much police resources you're wasting? You will be punished for this!"
"It was her who attacked first! She took the knife and stabbed me! I just... it was an accident during our argument..."
Chen Wenting knelt on the ground, covering her face as she wept.
Li Jun could no longer bear to watch; he stepped forward and helped her to the sofa, saying, "We know that two sets of fingerprints were found on that knife, so the police will charge you with excessive self-defense. But dismembering and falsifying evidence... I don't know how the judge will rule on that."
Zhang He glanced into the room one last time before quietly leaving...
...
On the playground, people came and went as youths poured their energy and sweat into games. In a corner, Zhang He sat alone, watching his classmates play joyfully and run around without a care in the world. He simply observed, a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
"I say, why are you always like this? Do you have autism?" Tian Xu's voice broke through Zhang He's thoughts.
Zhang He looked up to see Tian Xu and slightly furrowed his brow. "Is the case over?"
"Yes," Tian Xu replied succinctly.
"Then why are you looking for me?" Zhang He’s tone remained cold.
"We're friends, right?" Tian Xu sat down next to Zhang He. "Did you really think I was using you to solve cases? Honestly, I can tell who did it with just a glance at those cases. I just wanted to give you some space to shine!"
Zhang He ignored him, his deep-set eyes still gazing into the distance.
"Stop acting cool, will you? You walk around like the world has ended. Cheer up! Come on! Give me a smile!"
Tian Xu continued, "Actually, I've been wanting to ask you, where did Lin Xue's head go?"
"I think it might have been burned or perhaps smashed. Who knows!" Zhang He glanced at the blue sky and stood up. "I'm heading back to my dorm."
"Hey! Don't go! Come back! I still have a case file I haven't shown you. It's definitely a no-brainer; you're going to be interested!"
Tian Xu hurriedly got up to chase after him, but Zhang He was already walking away quickly.
...
Before I met her, I always thought I was the happiest woman in the world.
Indeed, I was the happiest.
She sat quietly on the sofa, looking at me with piercing eyes.
Her gaze made me feel cornered, as if I were a child caught doing something wrong, unable to meet her gaze.
"You should get a divorce."
She said this calmly, without a hint of remorse in her tone. I thought this might be the most outrageous request in the world.
"Please, leave him. I can't live without her!"
At that moment, I believed I was pleading, no, begging.
The final struggle always feels so powerless, yet I had no choice.
"No."
The goddess of fate did not favor me; she remained resolute, holding on to her beliefs.
Her name is Lin Xue, younger and more beautiful than I am. From the very beginning of this battle, I was destined to be the loser.
Is this fate?
A ridiculous fate.
If given the choice, I would never have acted so impulsively, for a slap could not punish her sins but was enough to cost me a lifetime of happiness.
She was indeed provoked by me, charging at me like a madwoman.
When the blade pierced my chest, I knew:
I was no longer myself.
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