Simulated Crime, This Criminal Doesn't Seem to Be Acting

Chapter 6

"Miss Ye, were you just asleep?" The caregiver's voice was cold, carrying a tone of indifferent questioning.

Ye Sangsang frowned at her, her expression impatient as she asked, "What time is it?"

"Seven oh three in the evening," the caregiver replied, glancing at her watch.

Ye Sangsang sat up in bed, staring at the caregiver. "This treatment is very effective for my condition. I hope you won’t interfere with it or ask unnecessary questions about what it’s for. I know who you’re working for, but I’m the one who decides whether you keep this job. As my caregiver, I expect you to be less curious."

The caregiver fell silent, returning to her previous mute state.

She turned and raised the bed rails, placed the small table on the bed, and then set the meal tray on it.

Ye Sangsang, who happened to be hungry, picked up the plastic spoon and continued eating.

Right on time, the caregiver came back to collect the tray and remove the table.

Just as she was about to leave the room, she paused and said, "Miss Ye, I’m not illiterate. I can read."

Ye Sangsang glanced at the game box for *Criminal Files* on the wheelchair by the bed, her expression unchanged. "I know."

The caregiver pressed her lips together, hesitated for a moment, and then left with the tray.

Ye Sangsang wiped her mouth, leaned forward, grabbed the box from the wheelchair, and casually tossed it into the cabinet beside the bed.

Half a minute later, a nurse entered with a medicine tray.

As a "psychiatric" patient, taking medication was mandatory.

Under the nurse’s watchful eye, Ye Sangsang swallowed the pills one by one. Only then did the nurse leave.

Ye Sangsang had no intention of inducing vomiting. What was done was done.

She reached out, pulled back the blanket, grabbed her thigh, and moved it to the edge of the bed, letting it dangle. She repeated the motion with her other leg.

She adjusted the wheelchair, positioning the armrests against the bed and securing the control panel. Slowly, she shifted her weight.

After contorting her body to transfer into the wheelchair, she reached out again to adjust her legs.

She wasn’t completely paralyzed—just unable to exert much strength. She could still manage some slight movement.

Once settled, she picked up her phone.

Gazing out at the dim sky, she made a call.

"Lawyer Lin, you can start moving now," she said slowly.

On the other end, a brisk female voice responded, "Understood, Miss Ye."

Ye Sangsang hung up and began

But no, players had to figure that out themselves.

She fell silent for a moment, carefully memorizing the details before driving off.

Originally, she had planned to find a place to clean up the evidence in the car. But after reading the file, she changed her mind.

The house she rented had a yard, making it a better place to handle everything.

Another question lingered: how would Sun Bin’s wife react?

According to the file, Sun Bin lived with his wife.

She worked as a waitress at a restaurant.

She was gentle, quiet, and good-looking, around the same age as Sun Bin—early thirties.

When Ye Sangsang drove into the yard, the lights in the house were off.

She took off her raincoat, jacket, and shoes, wiped her hands, and then unlocked the door.

If she wanted to gather more information, she couldn’t clean up the evidence in the car right now.

She opened the door, and the room was pitch black.

The two of them lived in a village within the city, in a self-built rural house. Without streetlights outside, the interior was completely dark, making it impossible to see even a hand in front of her face.

*Click.*

Ye Sangsang reached out, fumbling to find the light switch. Suddenly, a sound came from the room, startling her for a moment and causing her hand to tremble slightly.

After a pause, Ye Sangsang gave up on finding the switch and instead turned on the flashlight she carried with her.

*Hiss.*

Ye Sangsang let out a soft gasp instinctively.

Not just her—even the viewers in the Star Ring Live stream reacted the same way.

Because the moment her flashlight beam shot out, a pale, bloodless face appeared at the center of the light.

With disheveled hair, it looked like a female ghost from hell come to claim a soul.

Ye Sangsang stared ahead, hesitating for two seconds before quickly regaining her composure.

Those two seconds of hesitation made her realize that the person illuminated by the flashlight was the wife of the taxi driver, Sun Bin.

Once she realized who it was, she didn’t use a nickname or call out a name. Instead, she spoke naturally, “Why didn’t you turn on the light?”

The woman across from her pursed her lips in silence, then reached out and pressed the switch beside Ye Sangsang, turning on the room’s lights.

“Is it done? Don’t forget the follow-up. Make sure the car is completely cleaned up by tomorrow morning.”

The woman was petite, and her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn’t spoken in a long time.

Ye Sangsang realized that this woman was aware of what was happening but chose not to get involved.

Seeing that Ye Sangsang didn’t respond, the woman turned to look at her. “Don’t expect me to help you. I know nothing about what you’ve done.”

Ye Sangsang hesitated for a moment, then nodded to the woman, indicating that she would finish the cleanup as soon as possible.

She didn’t step further into the room. Instead, she began thinking about how to mix a solution that would prevent the Luminol reagent from reacting.

Cleaning up the bloodstains was the most critical task. The weapon, raincoat, and clothes could all be hidden or burned, but if the police detected bloodstains using the reagent, it would be undeniable evidence.

As Ye Sangsang was deep in thought, the woman picked up two white plastic buckets from the entrance and handed them to her. “Here, go and clean it up thoroughly.”

Ye Sangsang suddenly realized that these buckets contained the cleaning solution she needed—the kind that would prevent the police from detecting any bloodstains.

She gave the woman a meaningful look, then turned and walked out the door.

By now, the rain had stopped. She began cleaning everything in the car.