"What’s wrong?" Ying Jiuming, seeing Nan Fei’s complexion was off, imdiately asked tensely, "Is sothing not right?"
Nan Fei couldn’t afford to answer Ying Jiuming’s question, her eyes fixedly staring at the box that was already half-opened. Finally, she trembled as she reached out her hand to fully open it. Inside were odds and ends, including black rubber bands and buttons.
At the very bottom of the box was a red hair tie, looking sowhat faded, making it clear it wasn’t new.
Everyone followed her gaze, landing on that red hair tie. It was the very common kind, the type one could buy for a penny each, ubiquitous where little girls spoke of, seen everywhere.
"What’s the issue with this?" Yu Fengji asked keenly, "Whose is this?"
Nan Fei took a deep breath, showing a smile sadder than crying.
"This is mine." She spoke softly, "If I hadn’t seen it again I would have forgotten. This hair tie was a birthday gift from my mom when I was in my first year of junior high." Turns out she only tied her hair with it once before losing it.
However, she had never found it after searching, never expecting it to be here with Zhuanzhuan.
From when did she harbor a murderous intent against herself, and considering that she had targeted her so early, why hadn’t she taken action? Was it because she was her first target, and thus held different significance, that she had kept it all this ti?
Because she was the first, she was saved for the last?
Nan Fei felt a chill to the bone, the sensation of soone lurking in the darkness was enough to make her skin crawl. If she had felt guilty before, now there was none left at all.
The police officers present were all seasoned in dealing with criminals, having encountered all manner of criminals—psychologically twisted, those with extre thods. At this mont, they were astonished and incredulous, each one in silent shock.
In fact, although criminals differed in thods, ages, family backgrounds, and education levels, commonalities could still be found among them.
Such as the collecting compulsion.
So criminals would take an item from their victims as a nto, and even as a testant to their achievent. For these people, executing a perfect cri brought them a thrilling and exhilarating sense of accomplishnt. But since all their acts were nefarious, they couldn’t tell anyone, so many would mark it in their own preferred way.
Yu Fengji cast a sympathetic glance at Nan Fei, already guessing that she too was among Jiang Zhuanzhuan’s marks.
"This black rubber band, if I’m not mistaken, should belong to Sun Lu." Nan Fei pointed out. She recognized it because the rubber band had been used for a very long ti, one could tell its owner was living hand-to-mouth, nearly broken yet too frugal to buy a new one.
"This one with the butterfly, likely belongs to He Jinlan." Nan Fei thought of He Jinlan, who had actually died at Zhuanzhuan’s hands, her expression twisted into a sarcastic smile.
Ying Jiuming clenched his fists tightly, issuing orders crisply. He instructed the forensics team to take the box back for analysis, to compare it with the evidence left by the two previous victims, and to lift fingerprints. As for himself, he took charge and went out with his team to arrest Zhuanzhuan.
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Leng Tianqi picked up a phone call, hastily hung up, and turned to Zhuanzhuan who was sitting in the back seat of the car, saying, "It failed. Our people had just gotten in right when the police arrived; we couldn’t get the luggage you ntioned."
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