I Play Dungeons in the Police Station-Chapter 405 - 247: Mandela Effect

"Liu Tingting, 38 years old, from Haozhou, married and moved to Jiangzhou. If it weren’t for this photo being so similar, I might have overlooked her. After all, the address and age don’t quite match. Then I thought again, this is a cold case. If the family didn’t report it, she wouldn’t be tagged as a missing person. So her age should be pushed back at least 15 years. Most importantly, her current ID has expired and hasn’t been renewed."

A lot of information is reflected in the public security’s household registration system.

Liu Tingting’s photo still maintains her appearance around 20 years old.

This is also the reason the system was able to match her.

"Who is her husband?"

With a target now in sight, Li Xiang focused on one person—her husband.

This is also the logical inertia of police case processing: when one of a couple dies, the probability of the perpetrator being the other half is very high.

"Lin Dazhuang, from Jiangzhou, received an administrative penalty last year for soliciting prostitution, currently residing in Unit 204, Building 7, Lv Yuan District, Jiangzhou."

"Li Yue, take a team to Haozhou, find Liu Tingting’s family, collect their DNA samples, and confirm the identity."

"Yes." Li Yue briskly called two people, gathered tools, and went on a business trip with them, buying high-speed train tickets for the next day.

"Yang Ming, come with me to Jiangzhou."

Li Xiang also felt some doubt. Was this person just looking like Liu Tingting, or was she actually Liu Tingting?

Lin Dazhuang is from Jiangzhou, Liu Tingting married into Jiangzhou. If she really died, why was she buried in the provincial capital?

Or did the young couple come out to work, and after Lin Dazhuang killed Liu Tingting, he returned to Jiangzhou alone?

What exactly is the truth? All of this requires them to go to Jiangzhou and investigate on-site.

"Go back and prepare. This trip may take two days, bring a change of clothes."

"Yes."

The two teams set off with their respective tasks.

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Early the next morning, Li Xiang and the others set off for Jiangzhou in a police car.

After driving for two and a half hours, they got off the highway and headed straight for Lv Yuan District.

After half an hour, they finally reached their destination and parked the car in front of Building 7, Unit 1.

The group went up to knock on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

No one responded from inside.

"Maybe he’s at work. Let’s wait."

They then returned to the car and started staking out, waiting for Lin Dazhuang to get off work.

At noon, Yang Ming bought some instant noodles, and they ate casually.

It wasn’t until 6:00 PM that Li Xiang finally saw Lin Dazhuang riding an electric scooter back.

"Let’s go, Lin Dazhuang is back."

The group got out of the car and stopped Lin Dazhuang at the unit building entrance.

Even though Li Xiang and the others were in police uniforms and got out of a police car, Lin Dazhuang instinctively became nervous, asking, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Are you Lin Dazhuang?"

"Yes, I am Lin Dazhuang."

"Hello, we are from the Provincial Public Security Department investigation team. We need to ask you some questions. Is it convenient for you?"

"Provincial Public Security Department investigation team?"

Lin Dazhuang, a simple and honest man, trembled with fear when he heard Li Xiang’s title, his voice quivering: "What do you want from me?"

"We want to ask you some questions about your wife Liu Tingting."

After Li Xiang spoke, everyone stared at Lin Dazhuang, watching his reaction to the name "Liu Tingting."

"Liu Tingting?"

Lin Dazhuang was initially stumped, then nervously asked, "What do you want with her?"

"She’s dead." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Hearing that Liu Tingting was dead, he froze again, then scanned Li Xiang and others, as if understanding something: "It wasn’t me."

"We didn’t say it was you, just need your cooperation for the investigation."

Without any evidence proving Lin Dazhuang as the killer, the police only had suspicions and were looking for relevant clues under this premise.

"Standing at the door isn’t ideal. Come upstairs with me and sit inside."

Seeing that people were paying attention to them at the door, Lin Dazhuang decided to invite the police into his home.

Li Xiang nodded and followed Lin Dazhuang to Room 204.

After opening the door, Lin Dazhuang said to Li Xiang and the others, "I didn’t know you were coming. The house is a bit messy. Please sit on the sofa, and I’ll boil some water."

"No need to trouble yourself; we’ll just ask a few questions and leave."

As they entered, they smelled an unpleasant odor, unsure if it was smelly socks or the bathroom stench. In any case, the house didn’t smell good.

The home wasn’t just a bit messy, as Lin Dazhuang said; it was very messy. Dirty clothes were thrown everywhere, and mismatched socks were scattered around.

Shoes piled at the door were scattered and filthy, and the dishes from yesterday were still unwashed in the kitchen.

Overall, upon entering, Li Xiang sensed that this person lived very sloppily, and the house was unmanaged and dirty.

"Alright, ask me whatever you need, did Liu Tingting really die? I didn’t kill her."

Lin Dazhuang, a bit nervous, stumbled over his words.

Li Xiang sensed that his nervousness wasn’t because of a guilty conscience for murder, but rather his innate timidity, a standard reaction of civilians when seeing police officers.

Yang Ming tapped the table, correcting him: "Are you asking us, or are we asking you?"

"You ask me, you ask me."

Feeling Yang Ming’s stern tone, Lin Dazhuang became more uneasy.