Miss Forensics – Chapter 115

Volume Two: Second Scroll

The Struggle

“My legs are numb, I can’t get up.”

She had not run far when the sound of fighting came from behind her.

Lin Yan stopped her steps, leaning against a tree and panting heavily. She took out her phone from her pocket, wiped the rainwater off it, and planned to find someone to help.

But who could she find?

The people from the Huange Nightclub? Don’t be ridiculous, why would a drug dealer risk death to come and save a police officer?

To maintain the absolute secrecy of the undercover operation, she had not saved anyone’s contact information, including Feng Jianguo’s. At this moment, she could only call the police.

Lin Yan clutched her phone and turned in a circle within the forest. The dense trees blocked out the sky, making it impossible to distinguish directions, and there were no prominent landmarks.

Even if she called the police, they wouldn’t be able to find this place for a while. More importantly, there was a mole inside the police department. Her showing up would be equivalent to exposing herself before that person’s eyes, who would then leak the information.

For her and Song Yuhang, it would just be a matter of one dying early and the other dying late.

No, I can’t call the police.

Lin Yan gripped her phone tightly, her whole body also soaked through, muttering to herself.

“Think of a way, think of a way……”

Before her words had faded, a loud gunshot pierced the night.

Lin Yan’s heart jumped in alarm. She turned back hastily, and her phone fell to the ground. “Song Yuhang!”

The pitter-patter of the rain drowned out her roar, which carried a hint of a sob.

Song Yuhang climbed up from a pile of fallen leaves. That shot had hit the tree next to her, sending wood chips flying.

Taking advantage of the black-clothed man’s moment of shock, she threw a handful of leaves mixed with sand, her body moving with it, and kicked him in the knee.

The man took a dog-eats-shit¹ fall forward, and Song Yuhang grabbed the hand holding the gun, pulling it towards her. In three downs and five twos², she disarmed him, then followed with a clean and sharp stick-handle attack, her elbow smashing viciously into his head.

The man immediately spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Song Yuhang delivered several consecutive poking strikes with the stick, the tip pressing hard against his abdomen, and she dragged him backward.

Leaves fell one after another. The man’s back was against a tree, and with a “thump” sound, he knelt on the ground, vomiting blood. He hugged her waist tightly, trying to throw her over with a body slam.

From the current situation, Song Yuhang had a slight upper hand.

Lin Yan composed herself, feeling that she could not delay any longer. Just as she was preparing to pick up her phone and risk exposure to contact Jingzhe, she suddenly froze.

The rustling sound of footsteps came from within the heavy rain, very close to her.

She gently pushed aside the bushes in front of her, and her pupils instantly contracted.

Two burly men in raincoats were holding guns, searching for something in the jungle.

At this time, at this juncture, and armed with weapons, it was not hard to guess what they were doing.

One person, I could still handle. But two people, three people?

Lin Yan glanced back and tightened her grip on her phone.

Song Yuhang is in danger.

What should I do?

Those two people had not discovered her yet. As long as she kept her footsteps light and silently circled around them, she could avoid a fatal disaster.

But……

What about Song Yuhang?

Was this long-awaited reunion going to be their death date?

Lin Yan suddenly bit her lower lip hard, feeling as if a dull knife was grinding away in her heart.

After a long moment, as if she had made a major decision, she wiped the rain from her phone and frantically pressed the dial keys, only to find that the screen was malfunctioning from being soaked in the rain for too long.

Lin Yan cursed under her breath: “Fuck!”

Seeing those two people walking in this direction, about to discover Song Yuhang, Lin Yan acted without thinking. She shot to her feet, threw the phone—useless as scrap iron—at their feet, and then turned and ran in the opposite direction from Song Yuhang.

Her thin but agile figure, like a nimble deer darting through the jungle, immediately caught the attention of the two men. The black-clothed men raised their feet and followed.

Sparks flew from the gun muzzles in the rainy night.

Lin Yan leaped off the ground. The bullet scattered the dirt under her feet, and she dove headfirst into the bushes. Branches and thorns came at her head-on, scraping her cheeks painfully.

Fortunately, this was a downhill slope, allowing her to tumble and crawl to escape. Otherwise, there was no way she could outrun two strong adult men.

Hearing the gunshot in the forest, Song Yuhang wavered for a moment and was immediately hit on the jaw by a punch from her opponent.

She tilted her head back and staggered a few steps, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, wiped the corner of her lips, her eyes eager for a fight, and once again charged forward with the mechanical baton.

I have to end this fight quickly and go check on her.

Pei Jinhong is an important witness; she can’t die yet.

Having made up her mind, her attacks were utterly ruthless.

The two men behind her were like ghosts, following her every move.

Lin Yan could no longer remember how far she had run. She fell and got up again, struggling in the mud.

She only knew that she was getting farther and farther away from Song Yuhang, but closer and closer to death.

The heart pounding violently in her chest felt like it could leap out of her throat at any moment, and the taste of blood in her mouth grew stronger.

Perhaps seeing that she was exhausted, the two men stopped shooting and instead closed in step by step, toying with her like a cat playing with a mouse.

Lin Yan spat out the sand in her mouth with a “pah.” Hearing the footsteps right behind her, she climbed up from the ground again and ran forward, stumbling.

The two men exchanged a look. The one on the left made a hand signal, and the one on the right immediately disappeared into the forest to flank her from another direction.

They had decided to close the net.

And Lin Yan was completely unaware of all this.

The prolonged running rapidly depleted her stamina, and the cold worsened her condition.

She could hear her own heavy breathing, and her limbs gradually lost all strength. Perhaps the rain was falling too heavily, as it even felt a little painful hitting her body.

Lin Yan leaned against a tree, occasionally falling to her knees, then struggling back up to run forward. Her vision began to blur.

I suppose, in the end, I’m not a great person, she thought. Between public justice and righteousness, I chose Song Yuhang. Even though I carry a heavy mission, and I promised Feng Jianguo I would not rest until the goal was achieved.

In the end, I’m going to break my promise.

She thought vaguely, falling into the mud once more, so weak she couldn’t even lift a finger.

Is it…… going to end?

Lin Yan’s hand reached into the pile of fallen leaves and touched a rock. She clutched it in her palm, the sharp edges hurting her, using the pain to keep her mind clear.

Before she could fully come to her senses, a sharp pain shot through her waist. She was kicked over onto her back, her vision went black, and she spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

The black-clothed man grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up.

“I thought you were so tough——”

His words stopped abruptly, as if he had seen something unbelievable, a trace of fear rising in his eyes.

“A ghost? It’s a ghost!”

His slightly sharp, distorted voice was particularly terrifying in the rainy night jungle.

Lin Yan curved her lips into a smile, the tear mole³ at the corner of her eye looking even more vivid as it was washed by the rain.

Taking advantage of his daze, she raised the rock in her right hand and smashed it viciously toward his eye, not his head.

Her strength was not enough to kill him with a blow to the back of the head, but smashing his eye was enough to incapacitate him in an instant.

This was a consideration born from a forensic doctor’s instinct.

And Lin Yan did indeed achieve speed, precision, and ruthlessness, compensating for her lack of strength.

The man screamed, covering his face as he staggered back, blood seeping from between his fingers.

Lin Yan threw the rock away, scrambled up to run, but ran straight into a solid human wall.

The other black-clothed man had arrived in time. He gave her a solid slap across the face, shoving her to the ground.

“What are you panicking about? There are no ghosts in this world. I’d like to see……”

He grabbed her hair, one hand like a pair of pliers, tightly gripping her jaw, and turned her face toward him, only to be stunned as well.

The resemblance was too strong, especially the eyes.

Lin Yan had a pair of unforgettable, expressive eyes, something no one else could imitate.

The black-clothed man was taken aback. He then used his hand to pull at her cheek. It was clearly solid muscle and bone; there was no prosthetic mask or anything of the sort.

And the skin he was pinching was distinctly warm and delicate; he could feel the blood flowing. This was not a dead person.

The man whose eye Lin Yan had injured stumbled over, pointing at her face and roaring.

“If she’s not a ghost, what is she? She died long ago! How can someone in the world look so much alike!”

These two not only knew her, but had also seen her. To say such a thing meant they had also seen her dead.

Lin Yan’s heart dropped, as if she had plunged into an ice cave.

The people who wanted to kill Song Yuhang were people she was familiar with, or rather, people who were familiar with her.

She stared intently at the face of the man in front of her, trying to discern a clue, but she had met far too many people and couldn’t recall who he was for a moment.

Her direct, probing gaze, which held a hint of killing intent, instead annoyed the other party. The black-clothed man holding her raised his hand and delivered another clean slap, hitting Lin Yan so hard her head snapped to the side. Her cheek swelled slightly, and blood trickled from the corner of her lips.

Lin Yan coughed out the bloody phlegm in her throat.

The black-clothed man grabbed her hair and pressed a gun to her forehead.

“Whoever you are, you’re with that woman, so you’re an enemy. Let’s kill her.”

Conversely, the man whose eye she had injured was hesitant.

“What if, what if it’s really……”

What if they killed the wrong person, and Lin Yan, who hadn’t died, was killed by them by mistake? He thought of the thunderous rage Lin Ge would unleash.

The two men looked at each other, both momentarily unsure of what to do.

The black-clothed man holding her ran his fingers over her cheek, repeatedly stroking the tear mole, as if confirming something.

After a long moment, he pursed his lips and said.

“Let’s check her body.”

It was common knowledge that Lin Yan had a gunshot wound; it wasn’t a big secret.

The man with the injured eye gave a lewd smile: “You’ve really got a good idea.”

Lin Yan leaned against the tree, a scornful curl on her lips.

She had thought they would have some new trick. From ancient times to the present, it was always the same: subjecting a woman in distress to “slut-shaming,” to achieve her complete moral and spiritual destruction.

What a pity. I am Lin Yan. I don’t fall for that. Even if I were humiliated here, I would find a way to bite through their throats, drink their blood, and eat their flesh.

If they thought they could force me to submit with such filthy and despicable means, then they were gravely mistaken.

“Speak, who the hell are you?!” the man growled, gripping her chin.

Lin Yan turned her head slightly to the side, not answering.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the crown of a pine tree behind them sway, though there was no wind.

A great weight lifted from Lin Yan’s heart.

She’s alive. She’s here.

As for why she’s hiding and not coming out, she probably has the same question in her heart.

Fine. Let her see clearly. Let her give up all hope.

Not only did Lin Yan not answer, but when he turned her chin back toward him again, she spat viciously at him.

The man gave her a solid slap. Lin Yan’s vision went black, and then came the sound of tearing cloth.

Her thin summer clothes were violently ripped open, revealing a transparent shoulder strap and the tattoo on her shoulder, but no scar.

A Mañjusaka⁴ quietly bloomed on her snow-white shoulder.

The flower was slender and beautiful, its stem extending into deeper places, making one’s eyes burn with envy.

“It’s really not her,” the one-eyed man exclaimed, then felt a bit relieved. Good thing it wasn’t. If it were the Young Miss, after what they did to her tonight, they wouldn’t even know how they died when they got back.

However, since it wasn’t her, things were much simpler.

The Lin Yan of the past was high and mighty, looking down on everyone. How could they ever dare to touch her? Even if they fantasized, they couldn’t even look her in the eye. Now, encountering a fake, although it wasn’t her, it still satisfied his somewhat perverted curiosity.

“Hey, since it’s not her, and she injured one of my eyes, just hand her over to me to deal with.”

The other man understood the excitement in his eyes and let go with a hint of contempt.

“Do whatever you want. The other one should be finished over there. Hurry up. We have to go collect the body when you’re done.”

As he approached to grope her, Lin Yan was tied to the tree with her hands behind her back. She merely tilted her head slightly, exposing her most vulnerable neck, and stared fixedly at that patch of forest.

And at a certain person hidden somewhere in the woods.

Song Yuhang, you see it now, right? I am not her.

Go quickly, I’m begging you, please don’t come out.

Lin Yan’s eyes were slightly red. Her throat moved as she silently chanted in her heart. Feeling him about to press his neck against hers, she bit down hard on his ear and then tore it off, blood dripping.

A scream pierced the night sky.

In that instant.

Lin Yan looked up. The tree in front of her moved. A light shower of rain shook down from its crown, and the fallen leaves on the ground trembled.

The one-eyed man didn’t have time to let out a second scream, because his neck was quickly seized.

A clap of thunder echoed in the sky. The cold light of lightning flashed across her eyes and brows, bringing a deathly silence. The tightly pressed lips, the frigid gaze, the bulging veins and muscles on her arms—all of it proclaimed a killing intent that she had not spoken aloud.

Lin Yan had never seen her like this.

Cold-blooded, bloodthirsty, frenzied.

Whenever and wherever she struck, she always held back, unlike now. After jumping down from the tree, she had immediately clamped the mechanical baton around the opponent’s neck, dragging him backward, using the simplest and most brutal method to suffocate him.

The one-eyed man’s feet scraped against the ground as he struggled desperately, carving two tracks in the fallen leaves.

Song Yuhang’s hand was like an iron clamp, locked tightly on his vital point.

She thought she must have really gone mad, seeing her being humiliated.

She should have turned and fled to safety, but in an instant, a rush of hot blood shot to her head, and she jumped out from her hiding place without a second thought.

When she saw her, she finally understood why she was so furious.

In a daze, she thought it was Lin Yan sitting there, clothes in disarray, hair disheveled, rainwater sliding down her thin chin, eyes red and tearful, at the mercy of others.

She went mad, her eyes turned red, and a roar escaped from her throat.

Until a gunshot rang out. The man who had been smoking and keeping watch not far away ran back and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

“Song Yuhang!” Lin Yan cried out in alarm.

An instinctive reaction made her duck her head back. The man caught in the mechanical baton in front of her fell down limply.

Blood splattered. The black-clothed man lay at her feet, his eyes open in death.

Lin Yan panted slightly.

Song Yuhang rolled over in a single motion, the sharp blade in her hand already unsheathed. She cut the ropes binding her and pushed her away.

“Go!”

She knew she should leave decisively, without looking back.

But she couldn’t help but glance back, and she subconsciously hooked her fingers on the corner of her clothes.

This look and expression inevitably reminded one of the old Lin Yan, who, when she was about to get up for work and leave, would also be so reluctant, like a soft and delicate cat.

A place in Song Yuhang’s heart, like a sponge soaked with water, sank slightly.

The sound of a gunshot rang in her ears.

She grabbed her hand, pulled her into her arms, and rolled with the momentum.

The bullet sent fallen leaves flying, scattering over them.

The forest was dim. For a moment, “bang” and “thump” sounds echoed. The black-clothed man didn’t know if he had hit them or not. Seeing them still running, he subconsciously fired another shot, but to his surprise, it didn’t go off.

Out of bullets!

He gritted his teeth. Before he could pull out a new magazine, he was kicked to the ground by a figure pouncing from the side.

Song Yuhang flipped up, using her body weight to pin him down. The mechanical baton had been dropped somewhere, so she just punched him again and again and again, smashing her fists viciously into his face.

“You just slapped her three times. This punch is for the first slap, for her, returned to you!”

Song Yuhang roared, tearing at his collar, her fist like the wind, smashing hard onto the bridge of his nose.

The black-clothed man screamed, his nose bleeding profusely. He was then hit by another punch to the jaw, and a tooth flew out.

Song Yuhang’s eyes were red with killing intent: “The second slap, also returned to you!”

“The third slap, returned to you!” she gritted her teeth viciously, landing another punch in his eye socket. The brow bone caved in, and the eyeball quickly became bloodshot and swollen.

Song Yuhang was panting, her knuckles covered in blood, both his and her own.

The black-clothed man got a moment’s respite and knew that if he didn’t fight with all his might, he would die.

He let out a great roar, bent his knee and slammed it into her abdomen, sending her flying. He flipped up and locked his hands tightly around her neck.

Song Yuhang was not one to be outdone. She raised her elbow to smash his head, forcing him to let go, and finally kicked him over.

One person fell, another stood up. One moment choking the other’s neck, the next seizing an opportunity to land a vicious punch.

Two wild beasts were fighting for their lives in the jungle.

Leaves flew, and muddy water splashed everywhere.

Song Yuhang took a step back, wiped away the blood from her nose that had been punched out, and then lunged forward again. She wrapped her arms around his waist for a back-suplex, slamming him hard into the muddy ground.

The black-clothed man grunted in pain, choking out a few mouthfuls of bloody foam. But as she came over to grab his clothes, he scooped up a handful of mud and sand and threw it at her eyes.

Song Yuhang was forced to defend with her hand and was kicked in the chest, falling into a pile of leaves.

The black-clothed man pressed down on her, using every last ounce of strength to choke her neck.

Song Yuhang’s eyes were wide with fury, her fingers clawing uselessly at the mud on the ground. She gradually couldn’t breathe, her face turning deathly pale.

Lin Yan found her mechanical baton among the pile of dead branches, took a deep breath, and shouted, “Song Yuhang, catch!”

The mechanical baton landed steadily by her hand.

Song Yuhang glanced at her, then at the ferocious black-clothed man. She mustered her last ounce of strength to grab it and swung it viciously at his temple, the force of the blow sending the man flying.

She performed a kip-up⁵, and in one smooth motion, executed a combination of chopping, swinging, sweeping, and lifting moves, each one aimed at a vital point. This was one of Lin Yan’s signature finishing moves when she used a baton.

She executed it with masterly skill.

Lin Yan was dazzled, her eyes welling up with tears, and she felt an unspeakable sweet excitement.

Song Yuhang leaped up, the final strike of the baton chopping down viciously on his crown⁶. Under the heavy blow, the black-clothed man had no strength left to resist. He slowly knelt, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.

Song Yuhang was also completely drained of strength. The baton slipped from her palm, and she knelt backward onto the ground, then slowly lay down, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

The world was utterly silent. The rain had stopped, revealing a sliver of the moon behind the clouds.

Song Yuhang lay in the muddy water, turning her head to look at her. In each other’s eyes, there was the joy of having survived a disaster.

She gritted her teeth, pushed herself up from the ground with her hands, picked up the mechanical baton, and limped toward her.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”

Song Yuhang extended a hand to her.

Her hand, fresh from the fight, was stained with blood. The lines of her palm were clearly visible, and her knuckles were long and distinct.

Lin Yan smiled, remaining seated on the ground.

“My legs are numb, I can’t get up.”

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LP: Re-translated on August 13, 2025

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