amaotonovel Chapter 1110 A Passerby Cannon Fodder in an Infinite Flow Dimension (Part 33)
Chapter 1110 A Passerby Cannon Fodder in an Infinite Flow Dimension (Part 33)
Meanwhile, Xie Chenzhou had already driven to Luna's former residence, completely unaware that the "Luna case" he was investigating with all his might would be closely related to Miaomiao's current predicament.
Or rather, the person who might have originally persecuted Miaomiao was implicated by him at this moment.
At the same time, in an office in the city, a man in an ordinary jacket was patiently dealing with the police officer's questioning every few months.
"Officer Willie, I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
The man's voice sounded gentle and weak, so good-natured that it made him seem especially easy to bully.
But after he saw Xie Chenzhou off, his expression relaxed dramatically, and he sat on the sofa and tugged at his collar.
Fortunately, he was the least important person in the case. Apart from seeing Anna once a month before the incident, he never appeared in any part of her life.
The only commendable thing about him is that, despite his advanced age, he is not only very nostalgic, but also avoids getting close to any female friends and remains unmarried.
After dealing with Willie, the man glanced at his old watch on his wrist. The hands pointed to 6:30 p.m., thirty minutes later than his usual "homecoming" time.
He dared not delay any longer; his child must be getting impatient. Unfortunately, it was past mealtime, and he couldn't eat now.
As for his wife who just returned, she'll behave better if she's hungry for a while, won't she?
Unbeknownst to the man, the moment he turned and walked out of the company, Xie Chenzhou's gaze was fixed on his retreating figure from an inconspicuous old car parked on the street corner.
Unlike with others, Xie Chenzhou did not leave immediately after asking his questions.
From Luna's relatives and friends to her former dance troupe colleagues, and then to the supermarket cashier she used to frequent, this man named Harris was the thirteenth person he interviewed.
Aside from her career, she is also the least noticeable in terms of personality and appearance.
The nostalgic man wore an old leather jacket and a worn-out watch. He spoke in a gentle but timid tone and would even unconsciously lower his head, looking like someone who was easy to bully.
But the more this was the case, the more Xie Chenzhou felt something was wrong.
He wasn't a real policeman; he was just using Willie's identity, so you could say he had a clearer perspective from the sidelines.
Compared to investigating cases, he is better at understanding people's hearts.
Harris's public identity is that of a self-made company owner. Normally, such people should be good at social maneuvering and meticulous. However, the people around him describe him as "socially anxious," "nostalgic," and "unsociable." He is so nostalgic and socially anxious that he still lives in the old house left by his parents, far away from the city.
"Starting from scratch" and "social anxiety and escapism" are an irreconcilable paradox.
What made Xie Chenzhou even more suspicious was that during the conversation, when Harris raised his hand to wipe his sweat, a faint scratch mark flashed across the inside of his wrist.
The scratches had irregular edges and clear fingertip marks, clearly indicating that they were left during a woman's struggle. Moreover, the marks were definitely fresh, appearing to be within two days, and were certainly not old injuries.
People around Harris say that he "does not get close to any women and is still unmarried," but this scratch clearly contradicts that claim.
Xie Chenzhou tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingertips, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.
The fresh scratches on the wrists of a company owner who deliberately maintains a persona of "socially anxious living alone" are worth investigating.
More importantly, Harris said he had only seen Luna once a month before the incident due to work, and had no further contact with her afterward. However, when he described the details of that encounter, his speech was half a beat faster than when he talked about other things. This is a typical stress response that occurs when lying.
Xie Chenzhou did not immediately step forward to ask further questions.
He knew very well that if there really was a problem, Harris's persona was extremely well-constructed, and a faint scratch and a few words spoken in an unusual tone were not enough to break through the other party's psychological defenses.
Moreover, what he needs now is concrete evidence, not empty rhetoric.
Watching Harris walk quickly towards his car, Xie Chenzhou turned off the headlights, slowly started the car, and followed silently, maintaining a safe distance that wouldn't attract attention.
The engine of the old-fashioned car was very quiet, and the occasional noise from the traffic on the street was enough to cover his tracks.
After driving for about twenty minutes, as Harris's car wound its way up the mountain road, with nothing but trees all around, Xie Chenzhou slowly stepped on the brakes.
In a quiet environment, his car would be immediately exposed if it followed him in.
Xie Chenzhou did not rush to follow. Instead, he stopped the car, took out Willie's old notebook, and quickly wrote on the blank page.
"Harris: The social anxiety persona is questionable, there are female scratch marks on her wrists, the details of her statement are questionable, and her residence is rarely visited."
The handwriting was strong and powerful, with each character precisely pointing to the suspicious point, but it was written in Chinese rather than English.
"I'll let you off the hook for now."
Xie Chenzhou murmured softly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He never does anything he's not sure of, especially just now. The people in that car seemed to have sensed something, and they were driving with unusual arrogance.
There's nothing wrong with a slightly twisted game.
Harris has become a key target of his observation.
He didn't even bother to check on Luna's fiancé, whom she had been married to for five years. Xie Chenzhou turned the car around and prepared to go to the police station to retrieve Harris's household registration and recent activity records.
Harris, who had driven several hundred meters away, also stopped his car and clicked his tongue softly.
He originally thought the other person would come along. Although he didn't know who the other person was, following him would be suicide.
What a pity...
The man paused for a moment, and when the car behind him didn't catch up, he slowly started the car again and began driving home.
In Miaomiao's room, time seemed to stand still. The clock kept ticking in the small house, but the person who was supposed to come back did not, which made the atmosphere even more oppressive.
The exhaust fan continued to hum, and the ticking of the clock seemed to strike the children's hearts.
The two children had long lost their initial composure. The younger one even began to unconsciously pick at the edge of the small stool, with wood chips embedded in his fingernails. The older one clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, and a trace of undisguised fear appeared in his previously empty eyes, and his body began to tremble slightly.
Miaomiao, however, felt a bit too tired to stay awake and took a short nap because the two children brought her some life. When she woke up, she felt much better and was able to sit up steadily. Her arms also had some strength.
She leaned against the cold wall, her gaze fixed on the doorway, and felt a little more at ease, at least now she had the strength to knock the other person unconscious.
Just then, a soft "click" broke the silence of the room; it was the sound of the door lock turning.
The two children froze instantly, then turned their heads toward the door, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and a strange expectation.
Miaomiao's heart leaped into her throat, her eyes fixed on the figure that appeared at the door.
She didn't even know if she was truly married to the man who came in; in short, she had no memory of anything. But she didn't like this living environment, nor did she like the children's behavior. They were wrong; no matter the era, they shouldn't be so morbid.
The door opened, and a man in a jacket walked in. Strangely, to Miaomiao's eyes, his face was completely pixelated!
You can't see the facial features at all, you can't even make out the outline!
"Mosaic..."
Miaomiao cursed inwardly, and instantly realized that this was the "Mosaic Man" that the system had mentioned, someone who could not be subjected to any force for three days!
He was also the "dad" these two children were talking about!
Mosaic slammed the door shut with a loud bang, instantly intensifying the oppressive atmosphere in the room.
He didn't speak immediately, but stood at the door, scanning the room with his "gaze" obscured by mosaic, finally landing on Miaomiao with a chilling scrutiny.