Frightening Joke: Above the Mist
Chapter 141 Ai Qing

Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Ai Qing

Strictly speaking, Jiang Qiao is not a handsome guy.

But when a man possesses both the attributes of being tall and wealthy, people naturally add "handsome" into the mix, even if that person’s appearance may be quite ordinary.

However, despite Jiang Qiao’s unremarkable looks, he has a unique charm, a kind of roguish charisma, which undoubtedly, besides money, is another one of his tricks to attract women.

"Have a seat." Under Jiang Qiao’s guidance, the group arrived at a café. "Order whatever you like. This place is owned by my family."

Coffee again...

Tang Guo furrowed her brow in slight annoyance.

At this moment, it was Yang Wanlong who spoke first:

"Ai Qing was murdered early yesterday morning. As her ex-boyfriend, we want to ask you some questions again."

Jiang Qiao placed his hand expressionlessly on the nearby bench and said, "Ask away."

"Have you ever said something like you wanted to kill her?" Lin Wan asked directly.

Jiang Qiao turned to look at her and said, "I’ve said things like that to many people, but they’re all living well. Only she is really dead. Is this karma?"

"But... she died so horribly. Don’t you think even if it’s karma, it’s too much?"

Lin Wan continued to ask.

Her questioning was strategic; she intentionally mentioned "died horribly" to lead the suspect, trying to get him to add details. The details of the case weren’t in the news reports, and no one knew that Ai Qing had been smothered with cement poured into her mouth except the killer and the police.

"Horrible? How horrible? To be frank, if I’m a scumbag, she doesn’t even count as scum." Jiang Qiao said with disdain. He seemed unafraid to hide his hatred and loathing for Ai Qing, and was quite open about his happiness regarding her death.

"So you killed her?" Tang Guo tried a surprise attack, hoping to see his reaction.

"Little girl, are you talking in your sleep? I’ve already told you I was at a hotel last night talking about life with a woman, where would I have the time to kill her?"

Tang Guo angrily glared at Jiang Qiao then turned her head away.

Yang Wanlong had been observing him with a scrutinizing gaze the entire time, "When did you leave the hotel?"

"Early yesterday morning, oh right, I even passed by the media building entrance. If I’d known she died, I might have joined the crowd."

"Who can confirm you left early yesterday morning?" Yang Wanlong continued to question.

"I already told you to check the hotel surveillance. If you don’t believe it, you can ask the woman I talked life with, or my parents, ask them if I got home early yesterday morning." Jiang Qiao seemed a bit impatient.

"Do you think we didn’t check? Let me tell you! The hotel footage only captured you going in with a woman around eleven, and there was no footage of you leaving! The female model said she slept at half past twelve and you were gone when she woke up in the morning. That hotel’s surveillance system was under maintenance after midnight and resumed only at eight the next morning. No one knows when exactly you left the hotel, and your words have no proof whatsoever!"

Yang Wanlong slammed the coffee table with a loud bang, a gesture somewhat reminiscent of a court gavel.

But he obviously forgot this was a public place, not a police station, and the people drinking coffee around them immediately cast disapproving glances.

"Believe it or not, I already said my parents can prove I came back in the morning." Jiang Qiao’s face looked a bit unsightly, Yang Wanlong’s sudden outburst caught him off-guard.

"Relatives’ testimony can’t be used as evidence." Lin Wan stated.

Jiang Qiao’s hand had retreated from the chair back, and he kept his head down, subconsciously biting his thumb, momentarily speechless.

"I didn’t kill her..."

Finally, he spoke. His first words were still in self-defense.

"Mr. Jiang, to completely clear your name, you must sincerely cooperate with us." Gao Fei said seriously.

Yang Wanlong stared at Jiang Qiao, whose expression was constantly changing, and said: "Next, I ask, you answer."

"How long have you been apart?"

"Three years and six months..." Jiang Qiao answered without much thought.

The others exchanged glances and nodded.

"How long did you date?"

"Two and a half years."

"Why did you break up?"

Upon hearing Yang Wanlong’s question, Jiang Qiao looked up at him.

In Yang Wanlong’s eyes, he saw only seriousness.

"I always thought... I had found true love, but by chance, I found out... I was just her wallet. You know Dai Anyu, right? That bastard said he was just her best friend, but they went shopping, watched movies, and traveled together, even slept in the same bed. Best friend? A male best friend? She treated me like a brainless sucker, but back then, I really was brainless. I actually believed her lies."

As Jiang Qiao spoke, his face showed a malicious expression, and if he were the murderer, no one would find it surprising. After all, his emotion now, anyone could feel the hatred.

"I forgave her, but then what? She kept in touch with Chen Huaiyu! I know they used to be together, but for two and a half years, she was with me, and they were still messaging each other every day, more than she talked to me! She even used my money to buy him courses, learn dance and music, claiming she wanted to support his dreams? Tell me, what’s the point of keeping such a woman around? I was already very rational by merely threatening words to give myself an excuse!"

Jiang Qiao shouted, his face and ears red, and some café patrons couldn’t bear it, while others were being persuaded to leave by the staff.

His anger remained so genuine; if he was truly the murderer, he wouldn’t presumably bear such strong resentment if his revenge had been successful.

Jiang Qiao had explained clearly; under the observation of the group, he hadn’t shown any flaws, and his emotion seemed real. At least on the surface, he wasn’t lying.

But it was also an indisputable fact that during the follow-up police investigation, he lacked an alibi for the early morning when Ai Qing was killed.

Therefore, his suspicion still existed and wasn’t minor.

"Mr. Jiang, thank you for your cooperation. We will uncover the truth as soon as possible, but also please do not leave Ye City recently; otherwise, we will take compulsory measures against you."

After venting like a roar, Jiang Qiao seemed somewhat deflated and didn’t respond to Yang Wanlong’s warning.

"Let’s go."

After glancing at Jiang Qiao, the group turned to leave.

Bai Yanliang and Xu Zhifei had not spoken during this time, but it didn’t mean they hadn’t discovered anything.

On the contrary, precisely because they noticed something, they remained silent.

"He has it too." Bai Yanliang said softly.

"Mm." Xu Zhifei looked back at Jiang Qiao, who was still dazed on the bench, and behind him, there appeared a faint, twisted, malformed black silhouette...

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