Chapter 630: A Twist of Fate

Book Chapter 630: Is It Just a Coincidence? (Update 3)

Inside the ward. Lin

The victim, Zheng Xiangyu, lay weakly in the bed.

His wife, Luo Yuying, stayed by his side.

Seeing the couple again, Xiao Yu felt an odd illusion stir within him.

They did not seem like wealthy people.

Instead, they appeared to be an ordinary, loving couple.

Especially Zheng Xiangyu, whose scholarly aura was completely at odds with the vibe of the mall’s Old Silver Coin.

His gaze was gentle and warm.

“Hello, I’m Xiao Yu from the Criminal Investigation Team.”

Approaching the bed, Xiao Yu studied Zheng Xiangyu’s expression, locking eyes with him.

Zheng Xiangyu did not avert his gaze.

There was curiosity, calm, and a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Xiao Yu noticed nothing amiss until he caught sight of Luo Yuying, who seemed rather nervous.

Nervous?

Xiao Yu furrowed his brow.

What could be making her so anxious?

A husband injured, a police investigation meant to uphold justice.

Where did her worry stem from?

Before he could dwell further, a voice interrupted.

“Officer, hello.”

Zheng Xiangyu smiled and said, “I know why you’re here, but I don’t plan to hold anyone responsible.”

Xiao Yu was momentarily stunned. “What did you say?”

“What I mean is…”

In an even tone, Zheng Xiangyu continued, “I can tell the woman isn’t in a sound state of mind, and it’s clear she didn’t intend to kill me, so I’m not pursuing anything.”

Xiao Yu was completely taken aback.

Staring into his eyes felt as if he were looking at a saint.

How could a normal person, after being stabbed 11 times in the thigh and arms and nearly left for dead, speak so calmly?

If this person were sane, would he really say such things?

Shouldn’t he be checked by a neurologist? Xiao Yu wondered silently.

It seemed Zheng Xiangyu could read his thoughts. With a slight smile, he added, “I’m no fool, nor an idiot. Three years ago, during that kidnapping case, I actually went to see Chen Rong.”

“At the time, I learned that she was ill—her mental state was poor and both of her kidneys were failing. The doctors said she wouldn’t live much longer.”

“I never expected that, three years later, she would be up and moving again.”

“I also know why she sought me out. She believed that since her beloved brother had died, someone must have been responsible, and she assumed I knew who the murderer was…”

Xiao Yu listened calmly as Zheng Xiangyu continued, his expression growing increasingly strange.

Yet, from his words, there was no trace of a lie.

It was as if he were reciting a trivial sequence of events.

But precisely because nothing seemed off, Xiao Yu sensed an even deeper inconsistency lurking beneath the surface.

After all, when something is amiss, there’s always a hidden culprit.

And if that culprit were to suddenly reveal themselves as a demon king…

Do you really think things would be so simple?

“This isn’t simply about not chasing after a case because you decide to let it go.”

Xiao Yu fixed his gaze on him. “Could you walk me through exactly what happened that day?”

“Alright.”

Zheng Xiangyu nodded and then looked to his wife. “Yuying, please step outside. Let’s talk privately, officer.”

“Alright!”

Obediently, Luo Yuying got up and left the ward.

Only once she had left did Xiao Yu withdraw his gaze.

Yet she still appeared so tense—as if she feared the police?

“My wife is quite timid, so please excuse her behavior,” he explained.

Zheng Xiangyu chuckled, “When she was ten, she was kidnapped, which left her with a condition resembling autism. Ever since, she’s been wary of strangers.”

I see… Xiao Yu thought, finally understanding.

It wasn’t that she was afraid of the police; she was just uneasy around unfamiliar faces—a classic sign of autism.

Yet, his doubts still lingered.

Wang Cheng, standing nearby, brought a chair over. Once Xiao Yu sat, his eyes returned to Zheng Xiangyu.

“On that day…”

Zheng Xiangyu began recounting the events as they unfolded.

Coincidentally, it was in the afternoon when the incident occurred.

He had received word that his immigration paperwork was complete.

But a document was left behind at home, so he went back to retrieve it.

Then, out of nowhere, the suspect Chen Rong appeared.

Wielding a knife, she threatened him to come inside his own home.

During the struggle, she sliced his neck, drawing blood.

Once inside, Chen Rong used tape to bind him to a chair.

Throughout the ordeal, she resorted to violent coercion, demanding a confession from Zheng Xiangyu.

She pressed him for details: how her brother died, who the murderer was, and even accused him of being the culprit…

……ask for flowers……

The middle part of the incident remains shrouded in mystery.

Chen Rong stabbed Zheng Xiangyu seven times in the thigh and four times in the arm.

Soon after, the police arrived.

Chen Rong’s mental state had deteriorated; she might have thought the officer had ruined her ‘interrogation.’

She then launched a frenzied attack on the police.

It turned out that this officer had very poor luck.

Noticing blood at the door, he suspected something was wrong inside and banged on it forcefully.

After seven or eight heavy knocks, he finally forced the door open.

In his rush inside, he was stabbed by Chen Rong, who had been hiding nearby.

He was hit several times before managing to subdue the enraged Chen Rong, call for backup, and summon an ambulance…

This sequence of events largely matched the testimony of an injured officer.

…… …….. ..

After hearing the account, Xiao Yu paused and said, “I have a few questions for you.”

“Go ahead,” Zheng Xiangyu replied with a nod.

“First question.”

Xiao Yu asked, “Why did you decide to go abroad?”

Zheng Xiangyu smiled, “For starters, my wife and I never had ambitions beyond our own country.”

He continued, “We chose to settle abroad because of specialized medical teams for autism treatment, which offer slightly better conditions than those at home. Autism isn’t a short-term illness—it requires a long, drawn-out process. And most importantly… my wife has harbored a deep fear of our homeland ever since her kidnapping as a child. We immigrated to make her treatment more convenient.”

Everything was straightforward and without any loopholes… Xiao Yu frowned, noting there was no sign of deceit.

Yet, why did he still feel an odd unease?

If he was telling the truth, wouldn’t that make things even more suspicious?

But he couldn’t quite pinpoint where the problem lay.

“Second question.”

Perplexed, Xiao Yu pressed on, “Could you tell me more about that kidnapping case from three years ago?”

He asked because…

Hadn’t you noticed a peculiar coincidence?

The suspect, Chen Rong, suffers from a mental disorder.

And then there’s your wife, Luo Yuying—she too has a mental disorder?

Luo Yuying had been affected by a kidnapping incident as a child.

And three years ago, another kidnapping took place?

Is it really just a coincidence?

Wen

Xue