Chapter 942: Tang Jia Arrested

Inside the activity room, everything was a chaotic mess.

The fatty was holding the pig-slaughtering knife, forcing Yang Qi to retreat step by step.

That fatty's body was all fat.

Yang Qi had smashed him hard with chairs, and used fists and kicks, yet none of it seemed to have any effect on him.

"Over here!"

Jiang Ran shouted loudly, telling Yang Qi to hurry to the back door. Meanwhile, he and Manager Wu Wen grabbed chairs and other objects near the back door and hurled them at the fatty to slow him down.

Once Yang Qi arrived, the three of them fled the activity room together.

They had just reached the main entrance.

That fatty also burst out of the activity room.

The three of them ran out of Building No. 1, and the fatty followed right out of Building No. 1 as well.

And just as the fatty had charged only a few steps past the glass automatic sensor door of Building No. 1.

A dark figure suddenly rushed out from the left side!

As that dark figure charged out, it even shouted: "Look over here!"

The fatty indeed took the bait, turning his head to look.

In that dark figure's hands was a dry powder fire extinguisher, and he unleashed a barrage of powder right at the fatty's face.

The fatty was sprayed until his whole body was covered in white powder, screeching "Ahhhhh!" while wildly swinging the pig-slaughtering knife in every direction.

His eyes must have been blinded by the dry powder.

The agonized roaring was truly terrifying to behold.

The dark figure emptied one fire extinguisher, then immediately retreated.

Jiang Ran saw that it was Security Captain Xiang Shanfeng.

"I called the police. We should be able to hold out until they arrive now."

Jiang Ran said at this point.

The few of them waited right there, keeping an eye on the fatty as he roared in place and swung his knife blindly.

Very quickly, the police arrived.

Several police officers announced their identities and told the fatty to calm down, but that fatty was like a demon possessed. Hearing the police officers' voices, despite clearly being unable to see, he charged toward the source of their voices like a wild boar:

"Ahhhhh! Why?! It was obviously that bitch who went looking for another man and put green horns on me!

I killed him and that bastard to vent my anger, so why are you arresting me?! Convict me?!"

"In ancient times, women and bastards would both be drowned in pig cages!!!!"

A total of four police officers had come, all fake cops from the apartment, but even fake cops had rarely seen a scene like this.

One of them roared at the fatty:

"Stop! If you don't stop right now, this is assaulting police officers! We will open fire!!!"

The fatty bellowed through his mouth: "Come on! Come on! Go ahead and shoot!"

Though his mouth was like a wild boar's roaring, his body was quite honest and stopped moving.

None of the fake cops dared to step forward first. It was one quick-witted one who pulled a tranquilizer gun from the car they'd arrived in.

They shot the fatty with a tranquilizer dart from a distance first.

Only after the fatty collapsed unconscious did they dare approach and drag him away.

This fatty had caused such a huge commotion in the middle of the night that it naturally alerted quite a few people.

Among them was the lawyer Chen Sanshui, who appeared at the bottom of Building No. 2 wearing dark blue pajamas.

Standing there, watching the situation over at Building No. 1.

Because this fatty weighed too much, the few police officers who had come couldn't drag him.

It was still Manager Wu Wen who brought the small cart from the apartment, and they lifted him onto it, finally managing to haul him away smoothly.

Before hauling him off, one of the fake cops was still quite professional and ran through a series of proper procedures with Jiang Ran and the others, such as questioning and so on.

Only then did they drive off with the fatty.

After they had completely left.

Jiang Ran plopped down onto the concrete ground, head lowered, gasping for breath.

Yang Qi looked down at Jiang Ran. Through the light spilling from the first floor of Alice Apartment, he noticed that Jiang Ran's entire head of black hair was soaked, drenched through with sweat, all stuck together.

It seemed he had been scared badly.

"Jiang Ran, you really are unlucky."

Yang Qi said: "The feeling you give me is honestly like Tang Seng. How do you keep running into this kind of thing?"

Jiang Ran lowered his head, his mouth letting out a bitter laugh: "Sigh! I have no idea!"

Manager Wu Wen stepped forward: "Alright, Jiang Ran, you should go back first tonight, take a good shower and rest. As for the activity room... deal with it tomorrow!"

"Mm."

Jiang Ran struggled up from the ground, then staggered into Building No. 1.

Over there, Chen Sanshui watched this scene, his brows furrowing, but he soon entered Building No. 2 as well.

10 PM.

Wang Daqiang was in his own bedroom in Building No. 2, lying on his bed wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, happily typing and chatting with Kim Yoon-ah on his phone.

It turned out that the reason Kim Yoon-ah had proactively added him on WeChat was because he looked like his deceased brother.

Seeing him was like seeing his brother.

He'd wondered why such a beauty would proactively add him.

So that was it.

Having gotten deep into chatting with Kim Yoon-ah, he even learned that the other party was actually Korean. No wonder there was a strange accent when speaking Chinese.

Wang Daqiang normally liked to call people from Cherry Blossom Country "little devils" online, and Koreans "kimchi sticks."

But in front of Kim Yoon-ah, he was more obedient than a grandson, not a single insulting word.

The reason was that he wanted to woo the other party, and he felt that hotly chatting with her meant he saw hope.

On the other side, Kim Yoon-ah looked at the chat records on her phone, inwardly thinking that Wang Daqiang was still too easy to handle.

She had originally wanted to finish him off today, but on second thought, it was a bit too hasty. Better to wait a few more days. There was no time limit anyway.

...

Yang Qi reported Tang Jia as the culprit in Nancheng City's serial rape-murder case.

And he provided the evidence of Tang Jia's diary that he had photographed.

As for secretly recorded footage, there was none.

Therefore, Tang Jia was directly detained at his workplace, and his home was searched as well. Nancheng City police smoothly found that diary.

When they flipped through its contents.

Sure enough, it matched the diary photos Yang Qi had provided them.

But these alone weren't enough to convict Tang Jia.

He still needed to be interrogated, and ideally, Tang Jia would confess on his own.

At first, Tang Jia refused to plead guilty. As for the diary contents, Yang Qi and he were good friends, so he indeed understood his personality and temper.

He actually explained it away as drafting material for a future web novel.

But Nancheng City police didn't buy it. Having finally caught a suspected murderer, they naturally used every method at their disposal.

For example, enhanced memory recovery techniques.

Tang Jia was still too young. No matter how strong his mental fortitude, he couldn't withstand the interrogation method of being kept from sleep.

In the end, he held out stubbornly for two days and two nights, truly unable to endure any longer, and confessed all his criminal acts.

Just like many captured deranged criminals and deranged serial killers around the world.

Once caught, seeing there was truly no way out, they simply dumped out everything, all the people they'd killed and all the good deeds they'd done.

Since they couldn't make themselves famous, they'd make themselves infamous.

At least the things they'd done would not be forever buried.

But if analyzed according to how many professionals explain this phenomenon.

It roughly falls into the following categories:

Category One: Those who know they're finished, proactively confessing in order to seek leniency and negotiate conditions with the police, to satisfy some small requests of their own.

Category Two: The narcissistic type, pure psychopaths, who speak of the people they've killed and the things they've done to shock the police, shock the world, thereby gaining satisfaction and feeding their vanity.