HH Chapter 23

Pei Qinghuai remained silent while Cheng Ye glanced at him before turning his gaze back to Tian Yunxin. “Why didn’t you call the police back then?”

Tian Yunxin leaned against the backrest, staring ahead calmly. “The best outcome of reporting it would have been a death sentence. Don’t you think that a bullet to the head is a reward for someone who has committed so many atrocities?”

“Why let him die so easily?” Tian Yunxin asked.

“Killing someone is illegal,” Cheng Ye said, frowning.

“When he killed my grandmother, did he not know that murder was illegal?” Tian Yunxin’s eyes reddened as she glared at Cheng Ye. “Just the day before, my grandmother was still waiting for me to come home… to see her.”

As she spoke, Tian Yunxin’s voice choked up, and she bowed her head, her shoulders shaking slightly. Cheng Ye placed his pen on the table, tapping his fingertips lightly. “Tell us what happened.”

Tian Yunxin’s body trembled slightly. Pei Qinghuai’s gaze lingered on her momentarily but did not interrupt. From the start of the incident to its conclusion, Tian Yunxin’s account was mostly consistent. Just then, there were three knocks on the door, and Jiang Fei entered, holding a stack of documents, looking grim.

Cheng Ye nodded, took the documents, and handed one set to Pei Qinghuai while he held Tian Yunxin’s medical report from a month ago. Pei Qinghuai’s set contained a statement from Tian Yunxin’s roommate.

The sound of pages turning in the interrogation room was like a scythe poised at the neck, ready to sever the jugular at any moment. Suddenly, Cheng Ye’s eyes widened, and he furrowed his brow again, pushing the document in front of Pei Qinghuai.

“You…” Cheng Ye began, looking up. “You were pregnant?”

He stared intently at Tian Yunxin, who had been a model student at school—no boyfriends, rarely leaving the campus, and limited social interactions confined to her dormitory mates. She barely knew any boys.

Tian Yunxin’s body shook, large tears streaming down her cheeks. She clutched her arms tightly, as if recalling something dreadful. Her previously rosy lips were now pale from being bitten.

“What are you hiding from us?” Cheng Ye pressed.

Tian Yunxin’s body trembled violently, her voice shaking yet firm as she growled, “I killed him. I admit it. I’ve told you everything. Why do you need to dig into my past?”

Her emotions were volatile, like a ticking time bomb, its countdown dwindling to zero, ready to explode.

Rapid breathing, clenched fists, and her white dress seemingly stained with blood again, drop by drop, telling a tale of her resentment and humiliation.

“Evil should not be hidden,” Pei Qinghuai, who had been silent, spoke softly, “and the good should not always bear the brunt of it.”

Cheng Ye continued flipping through the sparse documents, his brows knitted tightly. “All the evil stems from the perpetrator’s insatiable desires.” He paused for a few seconds, looking at Tian Yunxin. “This is not your fault.”

Speaking candidly about a demon’s twisted humanity in front of a victim is inherently difficult. Cheng Ye didn’t rush Tian Yunxin to say anything more; he simply sat quietly, waiting for her to speak.