50 red roses

Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Criminal Investigation Specialist Office.

After the two returned to the office, Fang Chengjin called over the police station's most professional cybersecurity technicians.

"Could you help me review the internal documents of the Gu Group?"

The cybersecurity officer looked terrified, then slowly said, "There are regulations in the bureau; we can't just do it arbitrarily..."

Fang Cheng took out his phone and made a video call to Lin Long. After exchanging a few words, Lin Long agreed.

The cyber security personnel couldn't be withdrawn, so they could only conduct their investigations secretly, all the while worrying that the bureau chief might suddenly burst in and arrest them.

But halfway through the investigation, the cybersecurity personnel broke out in a cold sweat, "The Gu Group has actually hired the world's most advanced security system; I can't get in..."

Zhou Yun looked at the screen and suddenly spoke up, "I'll find someone to try. Send me the website address."

Turning around, Zhou Yun called the police station where she used to work. After a brief conversation, they agreed.

Zhou Yun turned around, held up her phone, and said, "Send the URL here."

The cybersecurity personnel nodded and immediately sent it over.

Soon, a message came through on my phone.

"The file has been opened," Zhou Yun said.

Suddenly, the next second, Fang Chengjin felt a sharp pain in his nasal cavity. He instinctively leaned against Zhou Yun, who caught him.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yun asked worriedly when she saw that he looked unwell.

"..." Fang Chengjin didn't want to answer the fact that he suddenly couldn't smell it, so he just shook his head.

Strangely, he couldn't smell any other scents, but Zhou Yun's fragrance relieved his pain, and he unconsciously rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Let me lean on you for a moment, please."

Fang Chengjin's voice was very nasal, as if he had been suffering from a cold for several days. Because we were standing so close, his eyes were bloodshot, a symptom of extreme fatigue.

Zhou Yun: "Why don't you sit down and rest first?"

"No need, let's take a look quickly."

Zhou Yun had no choice but to open the document sent by the technician she had borrowed through her connections. Once opened, the detailed contents of the will appeared before her eyes.

The cybersecurity personnel standing nearby exclaimed in surprise, "Captain Zhou, are all the technical personnel in mainland China this skilled now?"

Zhou Yun's lips twitched unnaturally. Not wanting to tarnish the reputation of her former police station, she shamelessly agreed.

The cybersecurity personnel looked on with excitement.

Zhou Yun hovered the mouse over the mouse button and paused.

“Look, the contents of the will are the same as what Gu Qianfan said that day, but Gu Qianfan did not finish the will. Here, if Gu Mansheng is ‘missing or declared dead’ for 30 days, Shen Jun will automatically inherit 27% of the group’s shares under her name. Signing date: three years ago, when Gu Mansheng’s father passed away.”

The cybersecurity officer asked in surprise, "Is this Shen Jun's motive for murder? But Shen Jun is already Gu Mansheng's fiancé, is it really necessary for him to do this?"

Zhou Yun remained silent, the shadow on one side of her cheek revealing her deep thought.

Fang Chengjin remained silent, looking at the will thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun's phone rang, breaking the silence.

"Holy crap, Zhou Yun! You actually dared to call Ahua to contact Class A criminals in prison, what are you trying to do!" The former director's voice came crashing down on her from the other end of the phone.

The sound was so loud that the cursing could be heard through the phone screen.

Under the continued astonished gazes of the cybersecurity personnel, Zhou Yun pushed Fang Chengjin's chin away, abruptly went outside the office, closed the door to block out the noise, and made a phone call alone.

Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see Zhou Yun's expressions shifting dramatically – sometimes frowning, sometimes speaking rudely, and sometimes trying to please. It was truly a fascinating sight.

After a while, Zhou Yun pushed the door open and came in from outside, as if nothing had happened. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and coughed twice.

"The bureau chief misses me so much. You all know, I came to Hong Kong Island to study, and he's reluctant to let me go..."

The cybersecurity personnel dared not utter a sound, but simply smiled silently in respect.

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, making a soft, gurgling sound to loosen his bones.

Zhou Yun awkwardly walked to his side, only to hear him whisper, "Thanks."

Zhou Yun felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

**

An hour later, Lin Long led his team back to the office in a flurry of activity.

Through the glass window, Lin Long saw Zhou Yun and Fang Chengjin in the office. Zhou Yun was staring at the computer, while Fang Chengjin was resting with his eyes closed.

Lin Long pushed open the door and started yelling, determined to wake Fang Chengjin: "Old Fang, I've found what you asked me to look up, but what's the use of all this? I still don't understand."

He took a file bag, pulled out several photos from it, and placed them on the large rectangular table.

Zhou Yun got up and walked over to Lin Long, looking down at him.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes, his gaze sharp, the bloodshot in his eyes having faded considerably after a short rest.

A scent of roses wafted into his nostrils; it was the scent of Gu Mansheng's room.

Just now, Lin Long went to Gu Mansheng's villa.

Zhou Yun picked up the photo and murmured to herself, "This is Gu Mansheng's room? This is a clothes rack... but it's strange..."

Lin Long peeked over to look at the photo, puzzled, "What's strange?"

Zhou Yun touched her chin. "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Gu Mansheng seems a little strange."

Lin Long asked, puzzled, "What's strange about this? Isn't this her wardrobe? Did something happen here before she died?"

Zhou Yun pointed to the photos: "Look, this wardrobe is full of clothes from luxury brands, but look at this photo, how come there are such cheap nightgowns in this bathroom? And these short-sleeved shirts hanging on the balcony, I don't look like Gu Mansheng's elegant socialite style, but more like a street girl's outfit."

Lin Long frowned and looked at it for a long time before nodding: "It really doesn't make sense to buy cheap clothes. My clothes aren't cheap at all."

Fang Cheng spoke up cautiously: "You've discovered it."

Zhou Yun and Lin Long were both taken aback and looked at Fang Chengjin.

Fang Chengjin got up from his chair, walked to the whiteboard, and wrote the three characters "Gu Mansheng" in the center with a black pen.

What kind of person do you think Gu Mansheng is?

Zhou Yun answered first: "According to the people at the hospital, Gu Mansheng is probably willful and capricious, and has a difficult personality. When she's in a good mood, she buys pastries for others, but when she's in a bad mood, she throws a tantrum. She's not someone to mess with."

Lin Long raised her hand: "She has a cold and sour face. From what I've seen her at parties once or twice before, she doesn't get along with Gu Qianfan. I just asked Gu Qianfan, and Gu Qianfan's description of his older sister is just two words: willful."

Lin Long frowned again: "However, according to our interrogation of Shen Jun, he said that Gu Mansheng is just a bit cold, but she is still very gentle and often makes desserts for him."

Fang Cheng meticulously wrote all the adjectives on the whiteboard, and finally wrote on the whiteboard: Dissociative Identity Disorder?

He turned around and looked at the two of them.

"Don't you guys think Gu Mansheng's personality is inconsistent? How can a willful and capricious person be gentle? Moreover, Gu Qianfan and the hospital staff all said that in the month before the accident, Gu Mansheng was in a good mood and seemed to be in a good mood. Could it be that she encountered some good news?"

Lin Long shook his head. "That doesn't make sense. We've already investigated. Nothing major happened in the month before Gu Mansheng died."

Fang Chengjin: "Gentlemen, is the Gu Mansheng on the yacht the same person as the Gu Mansheng who died?"

Lin Long and Zhou Yun's expressions changed drastically.

Fang Chengjin turned on his computer and put Gu Mansheng's photo and Xiaoman's photo together. "Don't these two people look very similar? And they both have the character 'Man' in their names. Just last week, Lu Xiaoman bumped her face and broke it, making it impossible for us to see her face clearly. Is it possible that she had plastic surgery to make her look like Gu Mansheng?"

Lin Long glanced around and said, "Chen Jun's hospital is a private hospital. If we want to check the information of the hospital's plastic surgery department, we need to report and go through the process. It is estimated that the data can be retrieved in three days."

Zhou Yun immediately decided: "Let the cybersecurity team hack in first, then write an application explanation later. This is the captain's fault, we can take the blame."

Lin Long's face darkened even further.

Fang Chengjin: "Three days is too long. This case doesn't need to drag on for that long. If we find the murder weapon, Xiao Linzi, you can access the information."

Their eyes lit up.

Where is the murder weapon?

They both shouted it out at the same time.

Fang Chengjin's eyes gleamed: "When the forensic doctor described the murder weapon, he used the words 'sharp' and 'one cut, one draw.'"

Handy, fast. These words combined on a knife—that's a scalpel.

Lin Long questioned, "I also thought of this, but my colleagues checked the scalpels that Shen Jun usually used and found no traces of the deceased's blood."

Fang Cheng closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if savoring the taste of that moment.

"A faint smell of blood, the crisp aroma of bread, and the delicate scent of apples..."

Zhou Yun and Lin Long were startled, a chill running down their spines.

Zhou Yun immediately realized what it meant and exclaimed, "The fruit knife on Lu Xiaoman's living room table!"