Seeing Crime Scenes in My Sleep

Lu Zhi relaxed. Luo Binglin and his team hadn’t found a thing in three years. But now, just as he was about to be released, they claimed to have found a clue.

They were probably just bluffing. He’d seen all their tricks before.

Luo Binglin snorted coldly and turned to leave. The man was stubborn to the bitter end.

Lu Zhi watched Luo Binglin leave and smugly raised an eyebrow. ’So what if they’re cops? I’ve been playing them for fools all this time.’

The expression on Lu Zhi’s face suddenly stiffened. Only then did he notice Jiang Li standing to the side.

He had no idea when this woman had come in.

Jiang Li met Lu Zhi’s gaze, her own perfectly calm. "A sewer rat. As vile and disgusting as expected.

I hear... none of your three children are actually yours."

"Fuck! You fucking bitch!" Lu Zhi was instantly enraged, his face twisting into a ferocious scowl as he glared at Jiang Li.

Jiang Li took two steps forward, looking at the impotently furious Lu Zhi, and spoke slowly.

"After you went to prison, your wife immediately took the children and found their biological father. They’re living quite comfortably now.

Do you know who he is?"

Lu Zhi stared at the woman before him. He knew the children weren’t his, but he never found out who the other man was.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so jealous of Hu Yuanyi. His wife was virtuous and devoted to their family, and their child was so well-behaved—never crying or making a fuss—it was as if he were a blessing sent to repay them.

At first, he thought it didn’t matter if he had to work hard and suffer a little. But that woman was always spending money, buying this and that. It wasn’t until his son got sick that he found out he’d been cuckolded.

In a fit of anger, he got a paternity test. The results showed that none of the three were his.

He went back that night and started a huge fight. Just as he was storming out, he saw his neighbor from across the hall, Hu Yuanyi.

Hu Yuanyi was holding his fair-skinned, healthy-looking son while his wife opened the door beside them. The family of three was beaming.

The sight of their happiness stung his eyes, turning them red with rage. Ever since he had moved in, he had never once heard them argue.

Then they bought a car, and then a house—paid for in full. At that moment, he wanted to kill them all, but only Tang Xiaomei was home.

Tang Xiaomei sensed something was wrong and became wary. He put down the soy sauce bottle, grabbed something nearby, and beat her to death.

Just then, Wang Qiao and Zhang Qiang happened to come over to his place. He had them help him move Tang Xiaomei’s body while they acted as lookouts.

To avoid any complications, he had Zhang Qiang and the others take the body back to their hometown. He figured the police would never be able to find it in a place like that.

After it was all done, he breathed a sigh of relief and had a few too many drinks. Drinking always leads to trouble. As luck would have it, Hu Yuanyi overheard him.

That bastard was tough to kill. Stabbed so many times and still didn’t die. He even showed up at the court hearing.

There wasn’t enough evidence for Tang Xiaomei’s case, but the assault on Hu Yuanyi was open-and-shut.

The more Lu Zhi thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

Jiang Li took out a photograph and showed it to him.

Lu Zhi’s breath caught. He then exploded into a torrent of curses. "FUCK! I treated you like a brother, and you fucking cuckolded me!

You son of a bitch! Just wait until I get out! I’ll kill you both!"

Lu Zhi was so enraged he lost his mind.

Her objective achieved, Jiang Li turned and walked out. She couldn’t let him be so comfortable; it wouldn’t have sat right with her.

Luo Binglin heard the cursing and crying from inside and glanced over at Jiang Li.

Then he sent Wang Qiao in, letting them curse each other out.

Watching the two of them scream curses at each other, Luo Binglin let out a breath. He found it strangely satisfying.

"Tang Xiaomei’s body is still being pieced together. Since part of it was already burned to ash, we’ve decided to cremate the rest and give it to Hu Yuanyi."

This way, the father and son would only think the ashes were made into a flowerpot. If they knew Tang Xiaomei had also been dismembered after her death, the shock would likely be too much for them to bear.

Jiang Li nodded, walked over to the side, and sat down to wait for news.

Miao Anji picked and chose from among the many flowerpots, speeding up the process a little.

That evening, Luo Binglin personally took the fragments and skeletal remains to be cremated.

At one in the morning, the urn containing the ashes was placed in Jiang Li’s hands.

"Jiang Li, I’ll have to ask you to make the trip. I need to stay on top of Lu Zhi here," Luo Binglin said, handing the urn to Jiang Li.

’If it weren’t already the middle of the night, he’d want to drag Lu Zhi to court right this second.’

Jiang Li nodded and walked outside, holding the urn.

Lu Xingye drove them to the hospital. The moment they arrived at the hospital room, they found it empty.

Jiang Li froze for a moment, then quickly asked a passing nurse, "Excuse me, where is Hu Yuanyi?"

"He had an episode and was rushed to the emergency room. His son went with him."

The nurse finished speaking and shook her head in pity. ’So tragic, and the child is still so young.’

Jiang Li and Lu Xingye hurried toward the emergency room. But when they got to the entrance, there was no sign of Hu Ping’an.

Jiang Li was just about to ask Lu Xingye to go look for him when the door in front of them slowly opened.

She turned, still holding the urn. The moment she saw Hu Ping’an, she was about to tell him the good news.

But Hu Ping’an’s little face was red from crying. He looked up at her and sobbed, "Auntie... Auntie... I... I don’t have a daddy anymore."