47 Red Roses

No, the person was just here!

Fang Cheng released Zhou Yun's hand and turned around, swimming into the sea of ​​people like a sardine.

Passing through the first layer of crowds.

No.

The second layer of crowd.

No.

Following the faint scent, Fang Cheng squeezed through the crowd, leaving the noise behind him, and arrived at a slightly quieter place.

Turning the corner, you enter a dark, winding passageway. The incandescent bulbs overhead smell like spoiled milk. Four bright green characters mark the "Employee Passage" on the mottled wall. There are several doors in the passageway, each labeled with a different department: Finance Department, Logistics Department... Only at the end, at the entrance of the Human Resources Department, a faint light shines through to dispel the darkness.

Soft conversation could be heard from inside the doorway.

"Manager, I only worked for half a month last month, isn't your salary a bit too high...?"

"Your base salary hasn't increased much, but you helped us sell a lot of alcohol last month, so the commission is substantial. Xiaoman, you've landed a big client, and we all really don't want you to leave. Do you really have to go...?"

When Zhou Yun caught up, she could only see Fang Chengjin standing by the door like a ghost, eavesdropping.

Zhou Yun swallowed hard and quietly walked over. She glimpsed a girl standing inside the door, her back to them, talking. The girl was slender and slim, wearing a fitted black dress and with snow-white skin. The bar manager, who was sitting and responding, was wearing a white shirt and a small tie, and had a round upper body.

These two seem quite normal, so what is Fang Chengjin suspicious about?

Zhou Yun slightly raised her eyes and asked softly, "Does anyone have a question?"

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, turned around, and left through the door.

Zhou Yun was surprised, then turned around and followed.

The two of them moved as lightly and quickly as two kittens, and soon they came out of the back door of the bar.

Fang Cheng stopped in his tracks and finally spoke.

"The smell of bread, that woman had a strong smell of bread on her. I smelled that smell on the yacht, I'm sure it's exactly the same."

Zhou Yun frowned slightly: "But is there anything different about the smell of this bread? I feel like all bread smells pretty much the same. Maybe that woman just ate some bread before coming over. We can't just assume she's the murderer because she smells like bread... Besides, what does the smell of bread prove? Is it the smell of the murder weapon or...?"

Fang Chengjin's eyes darkened, and his tone became strange: "I didn't push the door open precisely because there was only the smell of bread. It proves nothing; so what if there was the smell of bread at the scene?"

This statement sounds illogical yet also logical.

Looking at Fang Chengjin's resolute jawline, Zhou Yun realized that Fang Chengjin also couldn't figure out what was going on with the bread smell that appeared at the scene.

Fang Chengjin spoke up again: "Call Xiao Linzi and have him keep an eye on Shen Jun."

**

Three days later, at Mei Chuen Private Hospital on Hong Kong Island.

As Fang Chengjin stepped out of the car, the smell of disinfectant hit him hard, along with various signs of decay and the vibrant scent of life.

Every time Fang Chengjin passed by the hospital, he would smell these odors.

Zhou Yun turned off the engine, got out of the driver's seat, closed the door, and walked to Fang Chengjin's side in one smooth motion.

She wore a black wireless Bluetooth earphone in her left ear, and the other one was in Fang Chengjin's ear, filled with Lin Long's soft, fragmented voice.

"We checked with Shen Jun at the hospital before. His colleagues and superiors had a very good impression of him; he was gentle and professional with patients, and incredibly attentive to his girlfriend. Apparently, once, after Shen Jun had just finished a late-night surgery, and it was raining outside, Gu Mansheng said she was having her period and felt unwell, so she asked Shen Jun to go back and boil water for her. When her colleagues heard this, especially the female colleagues that day, they all criticized Gu Mansheng for being spoiled and having a bad personality. On the night of the murder, they said Shen Jun wasn't on duty; he went home to rest. The bar's surveillance footage was the main thing that day; he just went to the bar, it had nothing to do with the yacht..."

The two followed the sound into the hospital. The hospital was clean, spacious, and had an elegant and refreshing environment. The reception area was very modernly decorated, and there were two nurses sitting there.

Fang Cheng gave Zhou Yun a wink: "Go ask them. Shen Jun is the top surgeon at this private school, a hot commodity in the dating world. They'll definitely be talking about him."

Zhou Yun nodded. "And what about you?"

"Smell the aroma."

After saying that, Fang Chengjin ignored Zhou Yun and walked alone into the corridor.

Having grown accustomed to Fang Chengjin's commands, Zhou Yun didn't hesitate. She took off her headphones, looked around, went to the second floor, grabbed a kettle from the corridor, glanced at the room number, turned and went downstairs with a smile, heading to the front desk.

"Hello, I'm a family member from ward 207. I'd like to get some hot water. Do you have any water here?"

"Yes, over here." A nurse was very enthusiastic and led her into a small break room.

"You can take water from here," the nurse said, leaning against the door and pointing to the water dispenser inside.

"Sigh, my husband's leg was cured by Dr. Shen. Dr. Shen is really young and promising. I wonder if he is married. I have a very outstanding little niece. I was thinking of getting her contact information to act as a matchmaker."

Zhou Yun opened the lid of the teapot and suddenly made a sound.

Upon hearing this, the nurse secretly rolled her eyes and couldn't help but say, "Sister, you probably won't be able to be a matchmaker..."

Zhou Yun deliberately turned the tap down, filling the container with water little by little. "Ah, why?"

The nurse, probably bored, yawned. "Dr. Chen already has a girlfriend. Her girlfriend is Gu Mansheng, the daughter of a billionaire. She has a strange personality and is prone to temper tantrums, but last month Gu Mansheng suddenly became generous, sending desserts to the entire department..."

**

In the third-floor corridor, Fang Chengjin sat on an empty lounge chair. It was Wednesday, a workday, and there weren't many people coming to the hospital for treatment. The corridor was relatively quiet, with only one or two patients occasionally passing by.

Fang Cheng sat in a chair, dressed in black clothes, completely covering himself, his aura as cold as ice.

He carefully smelled the mixed odors; the smell of disinfectant in the air carried an aura of death... This aura grew stronger and stronger... Suddenly, a faint smell of bread wafted over.

A stoic office.

The door was open, and as Fang Chengjin walked to the doorway, he immediately noticed the gift box on the table.

A clean, transparent packaging bag, a light blue half-box, and inside is a piece of golden-brown, toasted bread.

This tastes... exactly the same as what I had on the cruise ship that day.

Fang Chengjin subconsciously walked inside and stared at the bread box.

As the shadow approached, Shen Jun immediately looked up to warn, "Who are you?"

Fang Chengjin remained silent and gloomy, his face pale.

Shen Jun frowned slightly: "You're here for a medical checkup? Where's your registration slip?"

Fang Chengjin didn't speak. He shifted his gaze to Shen Jun's handsome face. "Where did you buy this bread?"

Shen Jun subconsciously gathered the bread bag up and placed it under his seat. He stood up rudely and said, "If you're not here for medical treatment, please leave. This is a department, not a bakery."

Fang Cheng stared at Shen Jun for a few seconds, his eyes sharp, his black clothes seeming to exude a dark aura that could invade people.

Shen Jun subconsciously shifted his gaze, stepped out from behind his desk, and gestured for the person in front of him to leave.

"Please leave, or I'll call security."

Shen Jun walked over and touched Fang Chengjin's clothes. Fang Chengjin was about to be asked to leave the office when he swayed to the side and shoved Shen Jun. With a sway, Shen Jun exerted a little force, and Fang Chengjin took a few steps back. Shen Jun then closed the door.

Fang Cheng stared intently at the doorway, lost in thought. He then turned and walked to the blinds. Through the slight gap, he saw Shen Jun take out the bread again and eat it in large bites.

Just then, Zhou Yun finished gathering information and went upstairs to find him.

Seeing his furtive appearance, Zhou Yun found it amusing and couldn't help but tug at his sleeve, asking softly, "What's wrong now?"

"Don't make a sound," he whispered, but didn't immediately let go.

When Zhou Yun's wrist was grabbed, she felt a little uncomfortable at first, but she didn't feel disgusted.

Only when they reached the hospital entrance did Fang Chengjin release Zhou Yun's hand.

At that moment, a low-key black Buick was quietly waiting on the side of the entrance.

The back door opened, and the familiar police officer, Big Yellow, waved to him, "Come in and talk."

The two got into the car one after the other.

The car door closed, and the lights suddenly dimmed.

Zhou Yun withdrew her hand, but the coolness still lingered on her fingertips. She quietly clenched her fist in her palm.

Fang Chengjin turned his head and suddenly said, "Your heartbeat was very loud just now."

Zhou Yun choked, "I thought you couldn't hear me."

“I can smell it.” He paused. “Adrenaline, bitter almonds.”

Lin Long, who was in front, heard that there was a chance and teasingly looked between the two of them. Zhou Yun turned her face away shyly.

Fang Cheng took out half a piece of bread that had fallen onto the table from his pocket and gave it to Lin Long in front of him.

"Check the flour batch to see if it's handmade high-gluten flour. There are no more than five stores in the whole city that sell it."

Lin Long hummed in agreement. "Where did this come from?"

"Chen Jun's office."

Fang Cheng glanced through the car window at a window on the third floor of the hospital. "No bread bag is without a logo. If it's not, it must be something made by someone privately. Only girls would decorate something like that so carefully."

Zhou Yun suddenly realized: "You mean, you went into the office just now and saw that bread?"

"Taste doesn't lie."

Lin Long set out the countdown: "Three days."

Zhou Yun took a deep breath. "I'll go to the stores with you."

Fang Chengjin wanted to say "no need," but when he looked down, he saw that she was still holding the hand that had just been held.

He tossed the bag of evidence to her, saying, "Keep it close to you, don't lose it."

The Buick drove away from the hospital, and the scenery outside the window flashed by.

A thin layer of mist covered the inner plastic wall, as if someone had forgotten to breathe inside.