In the swirling smoke, Jiang An slowly opened his mouth: "Tell us about how you murdered Li Ailing, and also that fire years ago."
He paused, "Oh, it shouldn't be called a fire — it was deliberate arson, then made to look like an accidental fire."
After a moment of silence, Zhang Xiang lifted his head, his eyes reddened, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!"
"Li Ailing, I really did kill her."
Then, he took a few drags of his cigarette and said: "At that time, after we received the insurance money, we quickly bought two houses in Zhujiang City, one for rent and the other where Li Ailing lived."
"Because her residency registration was canceled, she used another name, Li Qing."
"The name Li Qing was also arranged through a broker who got her a new ID; the address on the ID is in Zhujiang City."
"Actually, our relationship was good originally."
"To prevent the matter from being exposed, I told her never to come back, and I would take the train to visit her every month."
