Chapter 9: Unexpected Turns

The woman moved abruptly, and the officer nearly lost his footing as she collided with him.

Jiang Yao caught sight of this and narrowed her eyes slightly.

“What are you doing? Behave yourself! Do you know you’re obstructing official duties?”

After being scolded, the woman finally calmed down and reverted to a timid demeanor. “Don’t hit my man, he couldn’t have killed anyone!”

“He abuses you, and you’re still defending him?” Ji Yuanyuan muttered, unable to hold back, earning a fierce glare from the woman.

Jiang Yao stared incredulously, furious yet amused. “Fine, fine! Maybe we’re the ones meddling too much!”

“Answer the question. What did he just say?”

After being handcuffed, the man was clearly more compliant and willing to cooperate. “Officer, you’re wrong! I didn’t kill anyone! I just... I just borrowed some money from him!”

Surprise flickered across the faces around him.

The officer eyed him skeptically. “What did you need to borrow money from the deceased for?”

The man started to evade again. “I’ve been a bit short on cash lately.” He quickly distanced himself. “But I only borrowed some money, I didn’t kill anyone, officer!”

“How much did you borrow?”

“Ah... just... a few tens of thousands.”

Jiang Yao chuckled softly. “You’re just ordinary neighbors. If you were short on cash, why wouldn’t you borrow from family or friends? Borrowing from a neighbor is odd enough—what’s stranger is that he actually lent you the money?”

“Yeah, who borrows money from neighbors these days?” Xiang Yu found it baffling.

This isn’t the old days anymore; neighbors are mostly mere acquaintances. No one would trust lending tens of thousands to a neighbor.

When it’s time to borrow, you’re a humble supplicant; when it’s time to repay, you act like a lord.

Don’t think legal procedures are easy—time-consuming and exhausting, and there’s a high chance you won’t recover a single cent. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many deadbeats in society!

The officer sensed the man was lying and furrowed his brow. “Tell the truth!”

“Ouch, ow, ow... I’m telling you!” the man cried out in pain, gritting his teeth. “It’s all his fault for dragging me into this mess. If I didn’t borrow from him, who else would I borrow from?”

It turned out that a month ago, the man had a chance encounter with the deceased. Seeing the other dressed sharply and driving a luxury car, he couldn’t help but envy and asked, “Brother, where did you strike it rich?”

That one sentence marked the start of his descent into the abyss of online gambling.

They say nine out of ten gamblers lose, and he was no exception.

At first, he tasted sweet success, winning big and feeling invincible, striding with the wind at his back.

But human greed is endless, and those people prey on that very mindset. He stopped working and stayed home glued to gambling sites, whooping with joy when he won and raging so fiercely when he lost he wanted to smash everything in the house. He sank deeper and deeper.

Before long, he was drowning in online loans and had borrowed heavily from those around him.

The deceased was among them, because the man believed the other had dragged him down, and out of a sense of obligation, the deceased lent him the money without hesitation.

So not only was there domestic abuse, but he was also a gambler!

Everyone looked at the man with disdain.

Jiang Yao casually glanced at the time—it had already been two and a half hours. She frowned slightly, deciding not to delay further and to resolve this quickly.

Suddenly, she turned to the man, unusually aggressive: “You hate him for dragging you down and leaving you drowning in debt. He ruined your peaceful life, so you wanted to kill him! If you killed him, you wouldn’t have to repay the debt.”

The man struggled violently, veins bulging in his neck. “You crazy woman, what nonsense are you spouting? I told you I didn’t kill anyone! Say one more word and I’ll tear your mouth apart!”

Two officers pinned him down. “Don’t move. Behave!”

Jiang Yao’s eyes glinted faintly, her tone calm: “Did I hit a nerve?”

The woman suddenly lunged at her. “Bitch, how dare you slander my man? I’ll fight you!”

The move was sudden, but Jiang Yao seemed prepared and swiftly dodged behind the officers.

At the same time, Xie Huaili took some effort to restrain the woman. His wrist throbbed slightly. He chuckled dryly, “You’re pretty strong.”

The woman wouldn’t settle, glaring venomously at Jiang Yao. “You say my man killed someone? Where’s your proof?”

Jiang Yao met her gaze steadily. “He didn’t kill anyone, because the killer is you.”

Everyone was stunned into silence.

The woman suddenly froze, her facial muscles stiffening as she made an odd expression—half anger, half guilt. “That’s slander!”

“Whether that’s true, the officers will decide,” Jiang Yao stepped forward, calm and composed. “Now, let me explain why I suspect you.”

“First, when we first saw the body, every woman there showed some degree of fear except you.”

Jiang Yao had been quietly observing everyone’s reactions from the start.

What was the woman’s reaction then?

She seemed nervous, glanced briefly at the body, then quickly looked away.

No curiosity, no fear.

At the time, Jiang Yao didn’t jump to conclusions, considering the woman was a domestic abuse victim and that perhaps her emotional detachment was a psychological defense.

“I said earlier, the killer isn’t necessarily male. Some women are born strong. As a housewife who manages the home year-round, your hands are calloused. Coupled with your long-standing status as an abuse victim, no one would normally suspect you.”

Jiang Yao glanced at the woman’s hands. The woman instinctively hid them, then froze when she realized what she’d done.

Jiang Yao smiled slightly. “With a man completely off guard, you could have killed him. To you, it would be no different than killing a chicken or a goose.”

The woman stared at her, lips trembling. “That’s just your guess.”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

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