Miss Forensics – Chapter 122

Volume Two: Second Scroll

Sea of Fire

Song Yuhang wished she could eat her flesh raw and drink her blood.

Seeing the Hummer stop at the farm’s entrance, Liu Zhi was about to rush out, but Lin Yan grabbed him and pulled him back.

“Hong-jie……” he lowered his voice, puzzled.

Lin Yan leaned her back against the dirt slope, a cigarette held in her hand, and lightly flicked the ash.

“No hurry. Adding flowers to brocade, no one remembers; sending charcoal in snowy weather, the friendship is deep¹. Going out at this time will only get us treated as spies.”

Liu Zhi still had a trace of doubt: “What if what Chen Fang² said is fake?”

She lightly blew a smoke ring: “Then we’ll just consider it as having watched some excitement.”

While the two were talking, Kuba had already jumped out of the car. The gatekeeper, upon seeing his face, immediately slung his gun onto his back and respectfully pulled open the wooden fence.

“Er Ye³, please.”

Kuba got back into the first Hummer and slowly drove past the entrance. Song Yuhang, with her head down, lifted away the wooden fence with others. She inadvertently glanced, and the dark glass reflected half of an old man’s scar-covered face, appearing especially terrifying in the night.

Is this the great drug lord Ding Ye, who moves unhindered across the three countries of China, Myanmar, and Thailand, is known for being cunning and crafty, and makes countless people tremble with fear at the mention of his name?⁴

Song Yuhang’s heart jumped. Facing the departing Hummer, she raised her hand as if unintentionally brushing a button on her clothes, and recorded his license plate number.

After letting the people in, she took advantage of others not paying attention, picked up an AK, and followed behind the patrol team.

Fortunately, this gang of thugs all wore similar desert camouflage, with black face coverings pulled up above the nose, revealing only their eyes. Without a close look, one couldn’t tell at all that she had long ago exchanged the leopard cat for the crown prince⁵.

These people implemented militarized management, even had shift changes, each performing their own duties. Many had broad shoulders, robust figures, flat nose bridges, and a fierce air about them. At a glance, they were trained fighters.

Not far ahead, a few bare-chested youths sat in front of a one-story house, playing with dice. They looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, or even younger.

Many of them had strange tattoos on their bodies and faces. They propped their feet on tables and chairs, with beer and that kind of beverage by their hands. Under the beverages were American gold⁶.

It was unclear who lost the bet again, but the banknotes were swept away by someone. The person who lost the money cursed loudly, mixed with a language she couldn’t understand. The others rushed up, kicked him to the ground, and viciously kicked his face with their feet.

The patrol leader shouted loudly in Burmese. Only then did the few kids back off, still cursing and spitting on the ground.

The thick phlegm landed right next to Song Yuhang’s foot. She tightened her grip on the gun in her hand, almost wanting to gun all these people down right now. However, she knew that the most important mission of this trip was not to kill people, nor to save these misguided children.

It was to take everything she saw and heard today, and all the footage she captured, back with her, without missing a single word.

In the future, all of this would become court evidence that would decide life and death.

Song Yuhang quietly exhaled a turbid breath to calm her emotions and continued walking forward.

After a rough patrol of the entire camp, she had a general idea of the situation, but was also secretly alarmed.

The entire camp had about fifty people, plus a sniper occupying the high ground, not counting the people Ding Ye brought. More than half of them were young and middle-aged men, with about ten child soldiers.

With such a large-scale armed force on the soil of Jiangcheng City, hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests, who gave them the authority?

The person who could make Kuba and Ding Ye come in person must be extraordinary. As the night deepened, the security in the camp became even tighter, filled with a tense atmosphere of an impending great battle.

Song Yuhang knew that with every second she delayed, the possibility of her getting out of here safely became smaller. But looking at everything before her—the orderly criminal syndicate, the boxes of new drugs piled up, the great drug lord and the mysterious buyer within arm’s reach—a sense of mission made her hesitate.

She didn’t know if there would be another opportunity like this, or if anyone else would risk their life to break in again.

Whether their crimes could be brought to light depended entirely on how much she could obtain tonight.

Song Yuhang gritted her teeth, used the Burmese she had just learned on the spot to babble a long string of words to the thug in front of her, the general meaning being that she needed to go to the toilet, and then broke away from the team.

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“Ding Ye.”

The warehouse door opened, and a beam of light shot in. Boss Long, who had been sitting on an oil drum to rest, also stood up.

The old man, supported by his entourage, walked in slowly with a cane. He was over sixty, bald, and wore a pair of sunglasses. He was not tall, even somewhat short, but no one present dared to look down on him.

Boss Long looked at the scars covering his bald head, like centipedes. His heart tightened, and his hands began to tremble. He swallowed hard before finding his voice.

“This is a check for the fifty million deposit. I want to inspect the goods.”

The few people who followed him surrounded Boss Long. Their guns had already been taken away. At this moment, the men he brought were all clenching their fists, putting on a brave front, and watching menacingly.

Kuba helped the man sit down on the other side. Tiger stood guard at the door with a gun. Another attendant brought in a birdcage from outside and placed it by his hand.

Song Yuhang gently lifted a tile on the roof.

Ding Ye picked up some food from his palm to feed his beloved pet, even a hint of a smile on his face.

“Everyone put down your guns. This is our honored guest. Someone, bring the goods for Boss Long to sample.”

The confiscated guns were all thrown back in front of them. Boss Long’s followers looked at him doubtfully, then at their boss. Only after getting his approval did they pick them up.

While waiting for the goods, Ding Ye kept feeding the parrot.

“Boss Long’s business is booming in Singapore. Why did you think of coming to the mainland? Business here is not so easy to do.”

Seeing him relax, Boss Long finally sat down.

“Hah, the economy is sluggish everywhere. Fortune is sought in danger.”

Both sides had investigated each other before coming. Just as Boss Long knew that Ding Ye was a great drug lord who killed without batting an eye, Ding Ye also knew that he was a Singaporean Chinese, the legal representative of the largest local private enterprise.

If Ding Ye sold this batch of goods to him, he could turn around and sell it for double the price. This was a win-win and extremely profitable business.

This was information both sides already knew before they came.

Ding Ye was not surprised to see him answer so fluently. He used a piece of straw to stir the water in the birdcage’s food box, coaxing his beloved pet to drink.

“Many years ago, I did a deal with your father.” Ding Ye snorted coldly. Seeing the parrot wouldn’t drink the water, he angrily threw the straw into the birdcage as well.

“He lost me twenty million. Is he doing well now?”

Boss Long opened the suitcase beside him, revealing a neat stack of US dollars.

“To be frank with you, my father passed away ten years ago. I’ve also heard a little about that incident. It was done by some good-for-nothing brothers in the family. The person, I have already dealt with him.”

“This money is to apologize to Ding Ye.”

Ten years ago, there was no such deal at all. This was a bluff. But if he pointed out Ding Ye’s mistake in public, he probably wouldn’t be able to leave here alive today.

A smile appeared on the old man’s lips. He took the handkerchief handed over by Kuba and wiped his hands.

“Inspect the goods.”

Several cardboard boxes were carried in one after another.

Song Yuhang narrowed her eyes, watching as Ding Ye’s men opened the first one. Boss Long sneered, somewhat disdainfully.

“What is this stuff? Coca-Cola? Stop kidding, I’m not a supermarket vendor…”

Before his voice fell, a child of about ten walked in. At Kuba’s signal, he picked up a bottle of the drink, twisted open the cap, and drank it down with his head tilted back.

After a long moment, he wiped the corner of his mouth, his face flushed, and he panted heavily, pulling at his clothes as if feeling a bit hot.

Kuba raised his hand, and two tall, sturdy men rushed forward, swinging their fists. A heavy punch landed squarely on his chest, and the chest cavity visibly caved in.

The child staggered back a few steps but didn’t fall. Blood foamed at the corners of his mouth. He grabbed the sturdy man’s wrist and broke it with a sharp twist, then raised his knee and slammed it into his abdomen. The sturdy man retreated hastily, tripped over a cardboard box, and fell to the ground. The child lunged forward, his eyes red, roaring viciously, and used his teeth to bite his throat. The strength was astonishing.

Another lackey picked up a steel bar as thick as a thumb from the ground and smashed it towards his head. The child didn’t dodge. His movements paused for a moment, and fresh blood from his hair dripped onto the ground along the steel bar.

Boss Long’s eyes widened as he watched all this. Just when he thought the child was dead for sure, he suddenly shot up again, his face covered in blood, and turned around, roaring and stumbling towards the sturdy man.

It was as if he had inexhaustible energy and felt no pain at all.

Boss Long’s heart jumped. He watched the child pin down the sturdy man, falling at his feet, so close that his snow-white teeth were stained with crimson blood. He shrank back and rolled off the oil drum.

A gunshot pierced the long sky.

Kuba blew on the smoke from the muzzle of his gun: “Take them away.”

The limp child and the two battered, sturdy men were carried out. The bloodstains on the ground were quickly cleaned up, as if it had all been just a nightmare.

Upon waking, all traces were gone.

Boss Long swallowed. He was helped up from the ground. The old man laughed loudly, a hint of madness and pride in his smile.

“Did you see that? This is Drunken Dream No. 1. It can make people extremely excited, crazed, tireless, and always maintain vigorous energy and aggression. And even…”

He said meaningfully: “It also enhances ability in that aspect. It’s perfectly suited for those rich big bosses.”

Song Yuhang’s chest heaved up and down. Due to the turmoil of her emotions, her fingernails unconsciously dug into the dust on the tiles.

She gritted her teeth tightly, almost unable to restrain the impulse to rush in and kill them, until she tasted a hint of blood on the tip of her tongue.

Her Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. She closed her eyes, only then suppressing the unbearable agitation.

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Five minutes ago.

In the grass outside the farm, a group of people silently crept over.

The commander’s calm and orderly voice came through the radio channel: “Surround the entire farm area. The moment you hear a gunshot, rush in and capture Ding Ye alive.”

“Yes, sir. Team One in position.”

“Team Two in position.”

“Team Three in position.”

“Team Four in position.”

“High ground secured.”

A black shadow on the high tower silently bypassed the sniper’s blind spot and climbed up. He patted his shoulder. The thug turned around, about to shoot, but was knocked unconscious with a single karate chop, a rag stuffed in his mouth, and handcuffed to the railing.

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Boss Long swallowed twice. First, his eyes were filled with terror as he watched what was happening. After hearing him finish, he swallowed again, his face now full of excitement, as if he saw piles of banknotes before him, almost unable to wait.

“This is fifty million. Take it. The rest of the goods, when can you give them to me?”

An attendant took the leather case over. Kuba opened it for Ding Ye to see. Indeed, the check was a check, the cash was cash. The unique smell of banknotes wafted out.

Ding Ye was very satisfied. He picked up a stack, licked his finger to count the money, and threw a wad of US dollars into the case.

Kuba closed the case and stood by his side.

“Boss Long is very trustworthy, and so are we. The remaining goods will be available in seven days at…”

Before he could finish, footsteps sounded outside the warehouse.

Song Yuhang’s pupils shrank. She saw someone run over and whisper something in Tiger’s ear.

Tiger took the AK off his back, loaded a bullet, and kicked open the warehouse door.

Not good! We might have been discovered!

Alarm bells rang in Song Yuhang’s mind. She scrambled up from the roof and ran down.

Hearing the sound of tiles shattering on the roof, Kuba reacted quickly, grabbing a submachine gun from a companion next to him and firing a burst at the ceiling.

Song Yuhang leaped up. The spot where she had just been standing was pierced by bullets, and tiles flew everywhere.

Before she could recover, the old, decayed roof beams could no longer bear the load and emitted a creaking sound. Under another baptism of a hail of bullets, they finally broke apart.

She only had time to grab a tile before she fell heavily, covered in dust. In the process of falling weightlessly, someone aimed a gun at her. Song Yuhang grabbed the AK she had picked up earlier from her back with one hand, opened her eyes in the dust-filled air, used her waist and abdomen for support, and quickly pulled the trigger, firing a continuous burst.

Kuba helped Ding Ye up, dodged to the side, and rolled on the ground, protecting his head with his hands.

Several small-time lackeys were hit and fell. Song Yuhang fell into a pile of oil drums. Focused only on shooting, she didn’t have time to take any protective measures. She landed on her back, and the pain made her vision go black.

Several empty oil drums rolled down. Song Yuhang dodged to the side. Bullets hit the oil drums, sending sparks flying.

She got up and ran desperately towards the exit.

The police personnel on the perimeter, not knowing who fired the first shot, looked at each other. The gunshot was the signal, and some had already charged out.

The thug behind the wooden fence turned around and fired a volley of bullets at the advancing special police. Blood splattered on the grass. A special police officer fell, the gun in his hand dropping to the ground. Blood foamed at the corners of his mouth, and he died without closing his eyes⁷.

This gunshot seemed to flip a switch. More thugs jumped out from the one-story houses, from the rooftops, and from behind the sandbags. Everything descended into chaos.

Lin Yan shot up from her hiding spot in the grass. She looked at her watch; the time was not yet up. What on earth was happening?

Listening to the gunshots not far away, the interweaving of bright and dark flashes of fire, she gritted her teeth and waved her hand.

“Go!”

A little further away, on a slightly flatter part of the opposite hillside, several police command vehicles were parked.

Feng Jianguo took the binoculars from someone’s hand and observed the battle situation.

Several special police officers came over quickly, escorting a tightly bound person.

“Bureau Chief Feng, we found him in the woods behind the farm, knocked unconscious.”

The bound person grunted and nodded continuously, signaling for him to be released.

When Feng Jianguo saw his face, a cold sweat broke out all over his body.

If he’s here, then who is the informant inside the farm?!

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“Kill her!” someone roared in multiple languages. Immediately, Song Yuhang’s path was blocked by several lackeys, who opened fire without another word.

Song Yuhang rolled sideways on the ground. The bullets hit the concrete floor, almost grazing her body.

She hid behind the oil drums, panting heavily, trying to figure out how to escape. Her fingers touched a layer of greasy oil on the drum; it wasn’t completely empty. An idea came to her.

Another team of men came to surround her. Song Yuhang picked up a gun and fought hard, maneuvering alone among the vicious thugs. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kuba helping Ding Ye up, about to escape. A surge of hot blood, from who knows where, made her shout loudly, stand up, and fire her gun.

“Don’t leave! Leave your life behind!”

Kuba pushed Ding Ye to Tiger: “Get Ding Ye out of here first!”

With that, he turned around, and his muzzle spat fire. A volley of bullets shot towards her with a series of bangs.

Song Yuhang weaved through the hail of bullets. She didn’t know where she was injured, but her camouflage uniform was soaked wet. Yet, she felt no pain at all. She leaped again, hiding behind the oil drums. The bullets that followed pierced the drums, and crude oil trickled out, flowing onto the ground.

The sound of chaotic footsteps approached her. Song Yuhang sat with her back against an oil drum, threw the gun with its empty magazine on the ground, and took out a photo from her shirt pocket. Her blood-stained hand gently caressed her face, a smile appearing on her lips.

She placed the photo back over her heart, took a lighter out of her pants pocket with one hand, and lit it with a click. She counted silently in her heart: 1, 2, 3…

Kuba ran with his gun towards where she was hiding. He stepped on the slippery liquid under his feet. The entire warehouse was filled with the pungent smell of crude oil.

He suddenly felt something was wrong, stopped in his tracks, and called to his companion: “Fuck, get back here, quick!”

It was too late.

Song Yuhang recited silently, raised her hand, and threw the lighter out fiercely. The light of the fire spread in her pupils, and gold dyed her brow and eyes.

In the instant she was thrown over by the huge wave from the explosion, Song Yuhang thought to herself: It’s good to go with her like this.

However, such a thought was only fleeting. Although her heart desperately wanted to go see her fiancée like this.

But she couldn’t die yet. The evidence had not been sent out. If she had to die, she had to die after handing the evidence to the police.

She had to bring all this evil to light. And that transaction seven days later, a transaction brewing with conspiracy, power, money, and desire…

Lin Yan and Chunan had not yet had their grievances redressed. She… could not die yet.

It was far from over.

Song Yuhang mustered the last ounce of strength in her body. As the tongue of fire rushed towards her, she rolled over and hid in an empty iron drum, letting the sea of fire engulf everything.

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“Ding Ye, are you alright?!” When Lin Yan arrived with her people, the battle had already come to an end.

The ground was littered with corpses, most of them wearing desert camouflage. The casualties were heavy, and the police had temporarily retreated.

Liu Zhi pulled Tiger and Ding Ye out from the pile of dead bodies.

Tiger spat out the sand in his mouth, got up, pointed his gun at his head, and cursed loudly.

“Fuck your mother, how did you guys get here so fast?!”

“If we hadn’t come, Tiger-ge, who roams Southeast Asia and is invincible, would have fallen here tonight.”

Lin Yan walked through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. A tight black leather suit wrapped around her exquisite figure, and her shoulder-length black hair was tied into a neat ponytail. She had a kind of cold and dangerous beauty.

She held a small pistol in her hand. The bullet was loaded. She aimed at him and pulled the trigger, but the one who died was a young police officer next to him who was trying to get up and harm Ding Ye.

The fire went out. Song Yuhang had escaped death. In a daze, she crawled to the warehouse entrance and vaguely heard a gunshot.

She hastily looked up, only to see a familiar person coldly and ruthlessly pull the trigger on her former comrade. The body was kicked into the bushes like a worn-out shoe.

“Don’t…” A tear slid from the corner of her eye. Her fingers clawed futilely at the dirt on the ground, her faint cries drowned out by the gunshots.

Lin Yan heard the movement and turned around: “There’s still a survivor.”

With that, she walked over, grabbed her by the hair to face her, and was suddenly shocked, her face deathly pale.

How could it be her.

Song Yuhang was covered in dust and grime, her face smeared with blood. Because she had hidden in an iron drum when the explosion occurred, she had barely escaped with her life, but her hands and feet were also burned raw by the instantaneous high temperature in the warehouse, a bloody, mangled mess, no longer looking human.

Even in such a wretched state, those eyes were still bright, shining with tears.

How she used to love her eyes. Warm as amber, calm as the vast ocean, with a warm current hidden under an iceberg, always calm and unhurried, always full of love and vibrant life.

But now, all that was left was deathly silence and bone-deep hatred.

Lin Yan’s hand, gripping her hair, began to tremble.

Song Yuhang gritted her teeth, wishing she could eat her flesh raw and drink her blood, yet it would still be hard to dispel the hatred in her heart.

“You… you killed him… I… I’ll kill you!”

The moment her voice fell, she was hit on the temple with a gun butt. Song Yuhang’s head was knocked to the side, her eardrums buzzing, and she spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

The bullet in Tiger’s gun was loaded. He aimed it at her head and gritted his teeth hatefully: “It was her. She suddenly broke in and killed more than twenty of our good hands all by herself. Even Er Ye…”

Didn’t make it out.

Song Yuhang slowly closed her eyes.

Lin Yan grabbed the muzzle of his gun: “Wait.”

Song Yuhang looked up at her in astonishment, her lips trembling up and down, only to see her smile coldly again.

Her hand, like a venomous snake, caressed her cheek, stroking it back and forth, and finally gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at herself. She smiled enchantingly.

“Her name is Song Yuhang, the former captain of the Jiangcheng City Criminal Investigation Detachment. She’s very capable. It’s not strange at all that she could take out more than twenty of your men. Even if she dies here, the cops will come back to find the body. Once today’s events are exposed, I’m afraid…”

Lin Yan’s cold gaze fell on the miniature camera on her collar button.

Today, whether it was him, Kuba, or Ding Ye, they all showed their faces. Once the recording was spread, their wanted posters would be scattered all over the world. The Chinese police would inevitably join forces with the militaries of multiple countries to launch an encirclement. At that time, they wouldn’t be able to escape even if they had wings.

Tiger understood the implications, and his back was soaked with cold sweat: “Are you saying she has something on her?”

Lin Yan nodded, patting her face with the gun.

“That’s right. If she’s to die, she has to die after we find out where the thing is.”

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LP: Re-translated on August 24, 2025

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