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Lin Yan changed into a new outfit and appeared in a certain upscale club in the city center. It was just after nightfall, and the place wasnt too crowded. The dim lighting created a subdued atmosphere, and inside the restaurant, so young n were dressed in tuxedos, playing the violin, producing a lodious and pleasant sound.
She followed the waiter, turning several corners, her high heels making no sound on the soft carpet.
Finally, they stopped in front of a door, and the waiter bowed, saying, Miss Lin, please.
Lin Yan pushed the door open and entered. A man was swinging a golf club, trying to putt the ball into the hole. Upon hearing so movent, he turned around and saw her. A natural smile appeared on his face.
Neither overly enthusiastic nor distant.
Youre here.
He wiped his sweat with a towel and gestured for her to sit.
The waiter led her in through the door and quietly left. It was a small indoor golf course, and Lin Yan didnt hold back. There were ready-made refreshnts on the table, as if he knew she would co.
She picked up a sweet preserve with her fingertips and put it in her mouth, but her eyebrows lightly furrowedit was too sweet.
She took a tissue to wipe her hands and remained motionless.
The man, in his forties with an average build and a fair complexion, was dressed in an unremarkable plain T-shirt. After finishing a round of golf, he was slightly out of breath as he sat down across from her.
How was it? Was the court session smooth today?
Lin Yan had always been soone who didnt sit like everyone else; she leaned back in the chair. Her two fair and slender legs were gently crossed together, and the thin straps of her red high heels hung from her snow-white ankles.
She was dressed a bit more seductively than during the day, wearing a well-tailored black sleeveless dress with a deep V-neck, revealing her collarbone and other curvaceous features.
The color and style were quite alluring, but when she put it on, it didnt have a flashy or ostentatious feel. It was just the right amount of charm.
Hanging from her earlobes were two large earrings, and her wavy curls were styled up, leaving a few stray strands around her cheeks and forehead. Her skin was fair, yet she loved to wear dark-colored lipstick, which gave her a touch of cold allure.
A woman like this is an exceptional beauty, and for n, she is prey.
Lin Yan smiled and replied, Mmm, it went smoothly.
As if in response to her words, the phone placed on the table lit up, showing a remittance notification from a bank with a substantial amount of money. The sender was the New Industry Company.
The man raised his glass, saying, Congratulations, Miss Lin, on another successful venture into fortune.
Not at all, not at all. I must thank you for giving this opportunity.
Their highball glasses lightly clinked together, and both exchanged a knowing smile.
As he set down his glass, Lin Yans lips softened, So, according to our agreent
Dont worry, Ive already had my people check the information you entrusted to find within the police internal network
Lin Yans pupils slightly contracted, And? What did you find?
The man shook his head and took another sip of champagne. Its difficult. The case from years ago is too old, and there are only fragnts of information on the internal network. I copied what I could find, but I dont think it will be of much help to you.
The woman sitting across from him had her lips tremble for a mont, but she quickly regained her composure. For such a major case, the Public Security Bureau should have kept physical files.
The man nodded candidly, Yes, they should have, but its strange. Last month, when we moved the archives, a batch of old case files all got soaked and ruined. Nothing was left, not even ashes.
A fire in the archives was no small matter, and several officers were investigated for dereliction of duty. However, it involved only closed and long-forgotten cases, so no one delved too deep into the matter, and it was left unresolved.
Theres still one place where there might be records.
The Prosecution Office.
As a standard procedure for the supervisory departnt of the Public Security Bureau, all evidence is presented to the Prosecution Office before being transferred to the court, so there should be backups.
However, it has always been the Prosecution Office that requests case files from the Public Security Bureau. Its unheard of for the Public Security Bureau to seek files from the Prosecution Office; it would be like indirectly admitting dereliction of duty.
Moreover, this is a clandestine matter that cannot follow the regular process.
Lin Yan understood the stakes very well. Though she didnt say a word, she tightened her grip on the slender neck of the highball glass. Her finger joints turned as pale as jade, and she applied so much force that it seed they could break at any mont.
The man shook his head, No, the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau, being the place where the case occurred, must have backups. If not
He looked up, and there was a glimr of obscure and unclear light in his eyes. Lin Yan, you cant continue investigating this case.
*****
The coastal province of Binhai is located in the southwest, near the seashore, where typhoons and heavy rain are common in the sumr.
The strong wind swayed the tree branches, and rainwater, along with the window curtains, rushed inside.
The woman stood barefoot on the ground.
You cant continue investigating this case.
Just chewing on these words, she shattered her heart full of resentnt. She raised her hand and fiercely plunged a knife into the wall.
A lightning bolt streaked across the sky, briefly illuminating the room. The walls were covered in red paint, with various sizes of X marks, and their long tails trailed down like drying bloodstains.
Above the bloodstains, several yellowed photographs and newspaper clippings were pinned with thumbtacks. The room was not large, but it was filled with these items, covering almost half of one wall.
The images of what appeared to be human bones and flesh remained unfaded and still emitted a faint, musty odor despite the passage of ti and space.
The girl was embraced in the center of the photos, smiling silently. Her once delicate features now appeared sowhat eerie against this backdrop.
Another lightning flash tore through the sky, illuminating the womans sowhat sinister countenance.
Her throat moved slightly, and she finished the liquid in the highball glass in one gulp.
As her arm dropped, the remaining drops of liquid from the glass splashed onto the floor, resembling bloodstains scattered at her feet.
*****
Just as the news was showing the segnt where Lin Yan was being chased and surrounded by reporters, Song Yuhang was holding a teacup and completely engrossed in watching. Unexpectedly, the office door was pushed open by soone.
She quickly put down the teacup and stood up, saying, Director Zhao, hello.
Almost instinctively, she raised her hand in salute. The woman was dressed in standard attire for spring and autumn, wearing a light blue formal shirt with a ticulously tied tie. Her other hand rested gracefully along the seam of her pants, and her cap was quietly placed on the left side of the desk, following the regulations.
Seeing her so formal, Director Zhao smiled, Theres no need for so many formalities here, please sit.
Alright.
Song Yuhang then sat down again, maintaining her formal posture with a straight back.
How have you been lately?
Not bad, just so high blood pressure, an old problem. But Ive been taking dication daily as advised by my wife to keep it under control. Its not a big deal.
Director Zhao was in his fifties, slightly plump, with so gray hair at his temples. However, he seed physically robust and ntally sharp.
Back when she was studying at the Public Security University, he, as a senior police inspector in the Criminal Investigation Departnt of the Binhai Provincial Public Security Bureau, often gave lectures. He could be considered half of Song Yuhangs teacher. After she graduated, when she wanted to work at the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau, he diated and maneuvered various aspects for her.
She was grateful for all of these things and took advantage of the ti when she had to go to the Provincial Hall for a eting to visit her forr ntor.
Unexpectedly, both of them were bogged down with various matters, and they could only find ti to et in the office.
But even this much was enough; Zhao Junfeng was one of the few people who treated her exceptionally well.
Please take care of your health, rember to take your dication on ti, and dont let your wife keep reminding you Here are so health supplents for you.
She was never one to talk much, and whatever else she wanted to say remained trapped in her heart, unable to be spoken.
He saw the colorful gift boxes piled by her feet, including so popular TV show Golden Partner rchandise and dairy products like birds nest.
He seed sowhat amused and exasperated at the sa ti. Ha, you really are sothing. You just arrived, why did you buy all this stuff? If my wife sees this, shell scold you again. Besides, carrying these things in and out of the police station, what will people think!
Although he said that, it was evident that he was genuinely happy.
Song Yuhangs lips curved slightly, and she didnt say anything more.
As Zhao Junfeng dealt with the docunts at hand, he casually chatted. He had even planned to have a couple of drinks with his apprentice after work today. Unexpectedly, an internal phone call ca in, and the forr chiefs brow furrowed lightly.
Whats wrong?
Journalists are conducting interviews.
Having worked in criminal investigation for his entire career, Zhao Junfeng had walked a path with one step at a ti, facing life and death countless tis, and tasted blood on the blade. What he feared the most were not the heinous criminals but the intellectuals who loved to criticize and write.
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Junfeng seed a bit helpless. As you know, the 4.18 case has been reopened. The Prosecution Office keeps sending people over to supervise us, and the court is urging us to provide new evidence. The online debates are getting intense, with so accusing us of using torture to extract confessions. Our team mbers have been working tirelessly for days, but its not easy to catch the suspects.
Binhai Province is a populous province, with over a third of the population being migrant workers from other regions. The mix of people makes the investigation quite challenging.
Song Yuhang pondered for a mont. I have a general understanding of that case. My suggestion is to focus the investigation on people who had close contact with the deceased. After all, there arent many people who knew about the victims heart condition, especially those who had direct contact with him at the KTV on the night of the incident. Its crucial to prioritize the investigation in that direction.
The deceased worked at a KTV, and the interpersonal relationships there are complicated, he said while taking a sip from his teacup, his brows furrowing with concern.
Because the team mbers had been working continuously for several nights, although Zhao Junfeng, as a leader, didnt need to personally visit each household and conduct door-to-door investigations, the burden on his shoulders was not light. He hadnt had a peaceful sleep for several days.
While contemplating the problem, Song Yuhang absentmindedly rubbed her index finger with her thumb.
Despite this, her face showed little emotional fluctuations.
Simultaneously, investigate Jin Weixin and find out the source of the drugs. That will bring us closer to the truth.
Have you seen the autopsy report? Zhao Junfeng didnt hold back and placed the file on the table.
Ive seen it. Since the perpetrator could poison the victim without any defense, it indicates a close relationship between them. According to the autopsy report, the victim was stabbed in the chest with a fruit knife shortly after death, causing massive bleeding. Focus the surveillance on that specific ti fra and check who entered and exited the private room.
Zhao Junfeng held the teacup, and the steam misted up his reading glasses, which he gently rubbed against the cups surface. His expression appeared sowhat inscrutable.
Why would soone stab the victim again after they were already dead?
To distract the attention of the police, or to shift bla onto soone else.
She lightly pursed her lips, Or perhaps it was simply out of fear that the victim hadnt died and they wanted to finish the job.
Scientific criminal profiling is built upon cri analysis, victim information, and logical evidence, rather than relying on mystical or ambiguous thods like fortune-telling.
As a result, without conducting an on-site investigation or personally examining the body, she could only provide suggestions.
The perpetrator had intimate contact with both the victim and Jin Weixin, and may have had conflicts with one of them.
They might have been present at the KTV on the night of the incident.
We shouldnt rule out the possibility of a female perpetrator.
The information was too scarce, and her conclusions were only these.
After she finished speaking, Zhao Junfeng smiled lightly, as if he had anticipated her thoughts, yet also as if he had expected her response.
The ti was now dusk, and the evening suns rays stread through the blinds, casting a patch of light onto his office desk.
A breeze blew, lifting a corner of the autopsy report, revealing the na of the chief forensic examiner: Lin Yan.
At this mont, Song Yuhang still didnt understand the aning behind his smile. Later, she found out that her words had been ntioned to him several days ago.
Is it a case of great minds thinking alike or destined to be arch-enemies?
At that ti, Song Yuhang had already passed the age of thirty and believed that she had completed one-third of her lifes journey. Due to her profession and the expertise she had acquired, she understood the ways of the world and the human heart. However, she remained unaware that fate is an intricate and chaotic web of thousands of threads.
She and Lin Yan were rely two insignificant stars in the vast tide of this era.
*****
Miss, the al is ready. The butler gently knocked on the door of the study.
Lin Yan placed the folded origami crane into a transparent glass bottle, sealed it with a lid, and locked it in the display cabinet.
Please bring it in.
*****
Co on, Little Song, its not easy for you to visit. Eat more.
In the evening, Song Yuhangs ntors wife prepared a ho-cooked feast with a table full of hot dishes, including fish, shrimp, crab, and various other delicacies.
Seeing that her rice bowl had already piled up like a small mountain, Song Yuhang could do nothing but keep stuffing food into her mouth while trying to resist with her hand.
Thats enough, Auntie. Theres still food in my bowl, you should eat too.
Ah, okay, you both sit down. I still have soup stewing in the pot.
With that, her ntors wife hurried back into the kitchen to bring the soup.
Zhao Junfeng opened a bottle of Wuliangye1, poured a full glass for himself, and filled hers with a small half glass.
The two plastic wine glasses clinked together, and Song Yuhang took a sip, her face turning red from the alcohol.
Zhao Junfeng burst into laughter, You still cant handle alcohol like this.
Cough, she put down the wine glass just as her ntors wife returned with the soup and served her a small bowl.
Youre being too modest.
Oh, why are you encouraging her to drink? If Little Song cant handle it, she doesnt need to drink. Dont listen to him. Co, have so soup.
Song Yuhang quickly stood up to receive the bowl, saying, Thank you, Auntie.
Why are you thanking , child? We havent had anyone visit in the past ten days or so. Your visit has made Auntie very happy.
Zhao Junfeng started as a junior police officer and eventually beca the Deputy Director in charge of criminal investigation at the Public Security Departnt in Binhai Province. He had experienced many trials and tribulations throughout his career, but even in his old age, he had no children of his own. His only son had been killed years ago due to retaliation by criminals.
If he had grown up safely, he should have reached the age to start a family and establish himself by now.
Even if the case is solved, the elderly couple still carries scars in their hearts.
After their only sons tragic death, they never had another child, leaving the Zhao family always feeling empty and lonely.
Zhao Junfeng poured himself another drink, saying, Lets not talk about that. I heard youre dating soone? Whats their age, family background, occupation? Whats their personality like? Do they have a history of dostic violence?
As a criminal investigator, these are the first questions that co to mind.
Song Yuhang smiled wryly, Nothing can escape your notice. I havent actually started dating yet. Its just that my mom suggested I go on a blind date.
Zhao Junfeng understood her well; if things werent promising, she wouldnt have ntioned it.
After a few encounters, thats good enough. If hes in his thirties, unmarried, with no bad habits like smoking or drinking, and has a dical Ph.D., that sounds like a good catch.
Her ntors wife chid in, also finding the conditions favorable, but with so concern, At such an age and still unmarried, I hope there are no hidden issues. Keep your eyes open and observe him closely.
Song Yuhang nodded, Yes, youre right. Weve only t a few tis and had a couple of als together. For now, were just friends, and Im not thinking too deeply about it.
Exactly, thats the point. Marriage is a significant matter and shouldnt be rushed. With Song Yuhangs qualifications, she wont have any trouble finding a good partner.
Zhao Junfeng looked at her with frustration, You dont understand. Its already difficult for detectives to find suitable partners, and its even rarer for won in this profession! She should find soone she likes while shes still young. The older she gets, the more difficult it will be, and even if shes choosing, others might not choose her!
This statent echoed exactly what her mother had told her.
Song Yuhang rubbed her forehead, feeling a little exasperated, Chief Zhao
Her ntors wife playfully argued with Zhao Junfeng again over this matter, saying, Then you should be grateful that I picked you! Youve accumulated good fortune for eight lifetis!
Old lady, the older you get, the more you beco unkind with your words
Zhao Junfeng complained, but the twinkle in his eyes remained, and everyone in the room burst into laughter.
City lights gradually lit up, cars flowed on the overpass, and the aroma of the al filled the room. For many people, this was just an ordinary weekend.
But for Song Yuhang, even after many years, she still rembered the reddish glow on her ntors face from the alcohol, the playful and scolding expressions of her ntors wife, and the table full of dishes that she loved to eat.
Those were the good tis that could never be returned to.
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Wuliangye is a Chinese baijiu liquor made from proso millet, maize, glutinous rice, long-grain rice and wheat.
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