Chapter 212 A Brutal Murder Case: The Female Police Officer Walks Towards the Male Police Officer...
The policewoman walked up to the policeman and saw that he was looking up at the window. After handing him the coffee, she asked with some surprise, "What's wrong?"
The male police officer lowered his head and thought for a moment, but said nothing, only shaking his head.
"Your fortune-telling skills aren't bad, so why didn't you do it?" the policewoman asked curiously.
The male police officer's expression suddenly turned somewhat grim. After taking a large gulp of coffee, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Never mind, I didn't see it."
The policewoman paused for a moment, looked at the policeman blankly, and replied with a "Huh?"
After throwing the coffee cup into the nearby trash can, the male police officer turned to his colleague and said, "I can't see her lifeline."
The policewoman instantly understood, and looked solemnly at the window upstairs that was completely covered by curtains.
Are you sure?
She turned to look at her companion, her voice serious.
The male police officer nodded: "She's definitely wrong."
"Understood, I'll notify Captain Anwen." The policewoman said, turning and getting into the car.
The male police officer stared intently at the window for a long time before silently returning to his car.
The seemingly ordinary car slowly drove away.
Upstairs, behind the curtains, Mingyue gently lowered the curtain that had been partially lifted, sat back down at her desk with a cold expression, and typed a few words on the computer.
"There's a tiger in the cat, be careful."
"The wind is coming, the rain is coming..."
"The wind is coming, the rain is coming..."
Sang Zhitao leaned against the car window and whispered something. Her waist was tightly held by the hands of the coffin bearer, who was afraid that she would fall onto the seat in no time because her limbs were still weak.
She watched as dark clouds drifted in with the wind, and leaves from the trees outside the window were swept away by the wind, flying towards some unknown place.
Branches flew about, pedestrians' clothes were tossed about by the wind, and girls' hair danced in the breeze.
Many people subconsciously reach out and count on their fingers.
Those with exceptional abilities have already prepared rain gear, or have taken shelter in a house or car that provides adequate protection from the wind and rain.
Those with less ability subconsciously follow suit when they see others doing this.
“It’s going to be a heavy rain.” Sang Zhitao turned her gaze away and looked at Su He on the other side. “Didn’t you expect that?”
Su He smiled gently: "Sometimes, calculating everything brings no joy. This world is meant to be about looking forward to the unknown."
“You don’t like fortune telling,” Sang Zhitao said abruptly, without waiting for Su He’s reply, and instead continued to look out the window.
The sky was an astonishing yellow at that moment. It was only early afternoon, but it looked like the sky after being dyed by the sunset at dusk, with a yellow hue that carried a hint of desolation.
"The Climate Management Institute didn't release a weather forecast in advance?" Jinmai looked at the sky and asked, somewhat puzzled. "If I remember correctly, the Climate Management Institute has quite a few people who can predict the weather."
Suhe looked at the sky, tapped her fingertips a few times, and then said, "Fortune telling is not a panacea."
Jinmai was completely confused and was about to ask when Suhe interrupted her with a somewhat serious expression: "What's wrong?"
Suhe hesitated for a moment, looked at Sang Zhitao again, and then shook her head.
Sang Zhitao seemed a little tired and plopped back into Fu Guanshi's lap, saying listlessly, "I don't have the ability to tell fortunes, nor can I see through the fate of people in this world, but I can sense that someone here is obscuring the secrets of heaven."
Suhe nodded: "Perhaps it's related to Linhai City sending us here this time."
After saying that, neither of them said anything more.
As the car drove along the wide road, the subtle mechanical sounds of its operation seemed rather noisy in this tranquil environment.
After a long silence, the oppressive atmosphere was broken by the sound of brakes.
"Welcome, Grand Preceptor, Captain Jin, Fu Guanshi, and Little Peach." An Wen and his teammates greeted them with smiles.
Sang Zhitao was somewhat surprised that she knew her name.
An Wen seemed to know what she was thinking and said with a smile, "The Imperial Advisor told us beforehand that your name is Tao Tao, right?"
Sang Zhitao nodded, glanced at the sky, and said, "It's going to rain."
An Wen also smiled and glanced at the sky: "Yes, so let's go inside first."
The criminal investigation team in Linhai City embodies the rigorous and pragmatic style inherent in this country.
The small office contained three or four desks and seven or eight computers.
At the deepest part are the archives and meeting rooms.
"Sit down." An Wen led them to the conference room and sat them down.
"Anwen, tell me, what exactly happened?" Suhe took the tea handed to her by the logistics staff, took a sip, and urged him to ask.
An Wen sighed heavily and turned to look at Maomao in the corner of the conference room: "Maomao, put the documents down."
The cat nodded silently and tapped a few times on the computer in its hand.
On the large screen in the conference room, a series of extremely gruesome photos of deaths appeared before everyone.
Fu Guanshi immediately reached out and covered Sang Zhitao's eyes.
But Sang Zhitao desperately pulled it down.
"I forgot there's a doll too. Don't be scared, just close your eyes." Uncle You patted his head and quickly told the cat to switch.
"No need!" Sang Zhitao's childish voice rang out in the conference room.
"You can speak?!" An Wen and the others looked at Sang Zhitao in surprise.
"It's confidential, don't ask." Sang Zhitao waved her little hand and urged the cat, "Quick, bring up the picture again."
The cat didn't move, but instead looked at An Wen.
An Wen nodded to the cat only after seeing that there was no fear in Sang Zhitao's eyes.
Seeing this, the cat brought up several pictures again.
Images flashed across the large screen.
After a long time, an image filled with text appeared.
Suhe and the others quickly scanned the area before turning to Anwen: "So you want me to help you figure out the murderer?"
"Such a simple matter, surely someone within your Linhai City could handle it, there's no need to ask me to come over, is there?"
Suhe looked at Anwen with a puzzled expression.
An Wen rubbed his temples before explaining, "If it were an ordinary murder case, it wouldn't trouble someone of your level, but now there is trouble."
"Please just say it," Su He urged, somewhat impatient with An Wen's rambling.
An Wen had heard about her personality before, and didn't feel anything because of her attitude. He directly said, "We asked everyone who could figure out the murderer to do so, but none of them succeeded. Moreover, everyone said that the murderer's information was blocked."
“Shielding?” Su He frowned. “I remember there’s a Cang Lan in Linhai City. Although her abilities aren’t as good as mine, she’s still among the top five in the country. Even she can’t compare?”
An Wen nodded: "Yes, we invited Ms. Canglan over, but we still couldn't find her, so we called you."
As he spoke, Anwen gestured to the cat to change the image on the big screen to the first murder case photo: "This is the first victim."
The photo shows a woman who appears to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Her body is arranged in a kneeling position, as if in repentance, in front of a window.
The second photo shows her from the front.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and two streaks of blood slid down from her eye sockets.
“Her eyes…?” Sang Zhitao looked at the somewhat sunken eye sockets and hesitated before glancing at An Wen.
An Wen nodded: "Her eyes were gouged out."
She continued, "This is the deceased, Lian Xiao. She was found in her home seven days ago."
The third photo features a different person, also posed as if in repentance and kneeling, but she is missing a pair of hands and a heart.
"This is the deceased Zhang Huan, who died in the private garden where he worked."
The circumstances of the subsequent victims were then revealed one by one.
Each one was arranged in a kneeling, repentant manner after death.
"So far, a total of five people have died."
An Wen sighed and said, "The first victim, Lian Xiao, had his eyeballs disappear; the second victim, Zhang Huan, had his heart and hands disappear; the third victim, Xu Yi, had his teeth and tongue disappear; all three of them were arranged in a kneeling and repenting manner after death."
"The fourth victim, Chen Gu, and the fifth victim, Mao Yan, were a couple who were nailed to the bed and had their throats slit face to face."
"They all died from excessive blood loss."
An Wen pressed his temples: "We believe that although these people died in different ways, according to the fortune telling results, they were all killed by the same person."
"If we use the clues, can we also create a profile of the murderer?" Jin Mai was no longer the gentle husband he used to be; instead, his face showed a sharp and capable look.
An Wen shook his head slightly: "No, we can only calculate that the murderer is one person and has a long-standing feud with them, but we can't calculate anything more specific."
Jinmai looked at his wife: "Suhe, can you figure it out now?"
Suhe had actually started counting on her fingers as soon as she entered the office, but as Anwen explained, her fingertips counted faster and faster.
Her slender fingertips danced nimbly, like butterflies spreading their wings and fluttering in the air.
Seeing that she was using all ten fingers, everyone dared not urge her any further and could only watch as her fingers flew and leaped as if weaving destiny.
After a long while, Suhe's face grew increasingly pale until it suddenly turned ashen and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.
"Wife!" Jinmai rushed to his wife, gently pressing down on Suhe's hands, which were still calculating. "Stop! Stop calculating!"
Jinmai tightened his grip even more, and Suhe's face grew increasingly pale.
But her eyes betrayed her tension as she stared intently at her husband, as if urging him to do something.
Suddenly, Jinmai had a flash of inspiration and pulled a gold needle out of his pocket.
His hands trembled uncontrollably. He took several deep breaths before suddenly thrusting the golden needle into Suhe's palm.
"Pfft!" As his golden needle pierced through, Suhe suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his fingers stopped calculating.
"I almost didn't make it back." Suhe let out a heavy sigh.
"The person behind the scenes is far more capable than I imagined. I found myself uncontrollably drawn into the investigation."
She kissed her husband and said, "Thanks to you, otherwise I would have lost half my life here."
Jin Mai's eyes were red-rimmed. He sniffed and hugged his wife with lingering fear, saying, "You scared me to death."
This was the second time he had lost control of his wife since they met.
Thinking back to the first time Suhe acted this way, panic flashed in Jinmai's eyes: "Could it be that person?"
Suhe shook her head: "If that person were to face this one, it would be like a child facing an adult."
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