The man lying on the ground glared at Ma Jun with eyes full of hatred.
There was obsession in that gaze—mixed with madness.
"It's you!"
Jiang Han cried out instinctively.
The man in front of them was unmistakably the same person who had been living in Qiqi's old room.
The man slowly twisted his head, staring viciously at Ah Hui.
His voice was hoarse, dripping with resentment:
"What a pity… only one left…"
"Only one more, and Qiqi's vengeance would be complete!"
Ah Hui screamed and shrank back, trying to hide behind Liu Changsheng.
But a certain part of her body was far too prominent—there was no way to hide it.
"Daoist… I'm scared…"
Her voice trembled violently.
Liu Changsheng's courage surged. He immediately stepped forward, shielding Ah Hui.
"Don't worry. I'm here. No one will hurt you!"
Ma Jun watched the two with mild interest, saying nothing.
Liu Changsheng turned toward the man on the ground and shouted angrily:
"So it was you all along! You disguised yourself as Qiqi and used such cruel methods to kill three people—truly deserving of death!"
The man suddenly became agitated.
"They deserved to die!"
"Those four scum worked together and killed Qiqi!"
Tears streamed down his face.
"If it weren't for them, I'd already be married to Qiqi!"
"They killed her—so I made them suffer tenfold, a hundredfold more pain!"
Liu Changsheng barked coldly, "A complete madman."
He then turned to Ma Jun and shouted:
"Now that the murderer has been found, hurry up and tie him up! Hand him over to our Paranormal Association!"
"Oh right—and that thing in your hands."
"All of it is evidence!"
"Everything must be turned over to the Paranormal Association for safekeeping!"
Liu Changsheng felt delighted inside.
Cracking the human-skin wedding dress case like this meant he could wring a massive payoff out of Ah Hu.
Hengxing Building was raking in money every day—his reward wouldn't be small.
And that item that allowed someone to disguise themselves as another person…
That was a priceless treasure.
Money. Treasures. Women.
He wanted them all.
He was lost in his fantasies—until he realized that Ma Jun hadn't reacted at all.
"Hm?"
Liu Changsheng frowned and raised his voice.
"What are you dawdling for? Didn't you hear me?!"
"Hurry up and restrain him!"
Ma Jun still didn't move.
Jiang Han sensed that something was wrong.
She looked at Ma Jun nervously.
Ma Jun glanced once at the man on the ground, his eyes carrying a subtle expression.
Liu Changsheng glared. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're trying to steal the credit?!"
"The man was lured out by me! You're snatching merit!"
"Heh."
Ma Jun chuckled softly and shook his head.
"What an idiot."
"What did you say?!" Liu Changsheng exploded in anger, the humiliation from earlier surging back up.
"Who do you think you're talking about?" he roared.
Ma Jun pointed at the man on the ground.
"You don't seriously believe he's the murderer, do you?"
"He confessed himself! If it's not him, then who?!" Liu Changsheng snapped.
"You just want to steal credit!"
"Tsk, tsk."
Ma Jun crouched down, grabbed the man's hand, and lifted it up.
The man tried to struggle—but couldn't move at all.
"Look at this hand," Ma Jun said calmly.
"Rough fingers. Cracked skin. Dirt embedded in the nails. Thick calluses on the palms."
"Do you really think hands like these could sew such fine, delicate stitches and make a human-skin wedding dress?"
This time—even the man on the ground froze.
Jiang Han suddenly realized what had been bothering her all along.
With Ma Jun's reminder, it finally clicked.
"Brother," Ma Jun said as he looked at the stunned man,
"wake up."
"You've been hypnotized."
"Qiqi was never your girlfriend."
"Think about it. What kind of men had Qiqi seen? Why would she fall so deeply in love with you?"
"What do you think you had that could attract her?"
The man suddenly clutched his head, screaming hysterically.
"No!"
"Qiqi was my girlfriend!"
"I went to see her every day! She smiled at me—so gently!"
"She must have liked me!"
Ma Jun shook his head.
"Incels really are something else."
Jiang Han couldn't help asking, "If he isn't the murderer… then who is?"
"Good question."
Ma Jun spoke slowly, his tone steady.
"Do you remember what I told you before? Those three victims behaved very strangely before they died."
"They seemed extremely short on money—working nonstop every day."
"If I'm not mistaken, they wanted to earn one last big sum and then quit."
As he spoke, he walked toward Jiang Han.
"I suspect they were just like Qiqi—trying to save up money to run away with the one they loved."
"Perhaps there was someone who pretended to fall in love with them, completely ensnaring them."
"And then, using cruel methods, murdered them one by one."
"It started with Qiqi. All of them followed the same pattern."
"Of course, this was only my initial guess."
"I couldn't be sure—"
"Until…"
Ma Jun suddenly moved.
White light flashed in his hand.
The item [Praise] had already attached itself to his palm.
At the same time, he was gripping that strangely shaped heavy hammer!
He swung it fiercely—
And smashed it straight toward Liu Changsheng!
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