Miss Forensics – Chapter 123

Volume Two: Second Scroll

Torture

I have a grudge against her. Her life can only be taken by me.

“Speak! Where did you hide the thing?!” Lin Yan grabbed her by the collar and roared viciously.

Song Yuhang was shaken by her until she was dizzy and disoriented¹. This face was clearly so familiar, so captivating, yet it also made her feel an endless chill.

She lightly curled her lips into a smile, her eyes as bright as a multitude of stars: “Come here, I… I’ll tell you.”

When Lin Yan leaned down, a mouthful of bloody phlegm was spat in her face.

She turned her head slightly, closed her eyes, her lips trembling, unable to hide the grief in her heart. But such an expression lasted only for an instant. Ding Ye, Tiger, and Liu Zhi were all watching. She could not be soft-hearted. She could not.

Being soft-hearted would get her and Song Yuhang killed.

Lin Yan raised her hand and viciously slapped her across the face: “Fuck your mother! Beat her for me!”

Several people swarmed forward, punching and kicking Song Yuhang. She couldn’t bear to watch any longer and got up to walk towards Ding Ye.

“Ding Ye, are you alright? We came late.”

Ding Ye was old, after all. After being pulled from the fiery ruins, he sat to the side to recover for a good while, yet he was still panting. At this moment, he squinted his eyes to size her up. His eyes held the light of a sickly lion looking at its prey, as if he could still jump up and snap her throat if she made any untoward move.

Lin Yan was calm and composed, letting him watch, even though her scalp was also a little numb. Especially that face of his after he took off his sunglasses—covered in scars from head to face, with too much white opacity in his eyes, a collapsed nose bridge, and even scars on the skin of his neck left from being burned. He could hardly be called human.

The one before her was a thorough demon.

Lin Yan knew very well that to deal with a demon, she had to become a demon herself.

Ding Ye looked at the cunning and crafty light seeping from the young woman’s eyes. For some reason, he remembered something, and actually curled his lip slightly.

“How did you find this place?”

“I have a woman under me named Chen Fang, Wang-ge’s mistress. She’s also with other…” Lin Yan paused, the word “men” almost slipping out, then she seamlessly continued.

“…people, unclearly. That person is from Ding Ye’s camp. This afternoon, after a few of our brothers saw her coming out of Chen Fang’s place, she went to meet with plainclothes police.”

“The brothers felt something was wrong, came back and told me, so I brought people to follow. I didn’t expect that by a lucky chance, Ding Ye would also be here.”

This story was fabricated brilliantly and was watertight. Whether it was the time, the characters, or the clothes on Song Yuhang, everything matched up. As for the real informant, whether he was captured now or died in the chaotic battle, no one cared anymore.

Ding Ye smiled a little: “Not bad.”

For some reason, Lin Yan always had a feeling that he was looking at someone else through her. It was precisely this feeling that instinctively made her feel danger, not daring to relax her guard for a moment.

“To receive Ding Ye’s praise is something Jinhong could not ask for more. I hope you will look after me more in the future.”

One sentence expressed both loyalty and ambition. She was a smart person.

Ding Ye squinted his eyes, stood up leaning on his cane. Lin Yan helped him, and then heard Liu Zhi report.

“Hong-jie, she still won’t confess. If we keep beating her, I’m afraid…”

Lin Yan glanced over. Song Yuhang was kneeling on the ground, covered in wounds. Tiger slammed an elbow into her head. Song Yuhang, lacking strength, collapsed softly to the ground, blood seeping from her mouth and nose, coughing incessantly.

In that instant, she desperately wanted to pounce on Tiger and tear his throat to shreds, but she could not.

Lin Yan walked over and stepped on her face with the sole of her military boot: “Speak, you piece of trash. How much money can a cop make in a month? Less than three thousand, right? As long as you hand over what’s on you, forget three thousand, this old lady can make sure you’re well-fed and clothed for the rest of your life.”

The sole of her shoe was mixed with mud and the smell of blood. She looked down at her from above.

Song Yuhang curled her lips into a smile, weakly raising her fingers to grab her foot. Bloodstains smeared onto her pant leg.

She said, word by word: “Even if I die… I will not tell you.”

Tiger wiped his nose and cracked his knuckles.

“This old man² has been with so many women, but I’ve never tasted what a cop is like. Let me.”

Lin Yan suddenly clenched her jaw. Her foot was still on her head, but her body did not move.

Tiger was impatient. He reached out to push her away. Ding Ye stared at Song Yuhang’s face and spoke.

“It’s useless. Against this kind of person, this method will only force her to kill herself. We won’t get anything out of her.”

He limped over with his cane and glanced at Lin Yan.

“What did you just say her name was?”

The news that Song Yuhang had led people to the Huange Nightclub could not be hidden from these people.

Lin Yan released her foot: “Her name is Song Yuhang. She led people to smash up my place.”

“Surname Song, huh.” A hint of nostalgia seemed to be in the old man’s eyes. He said leisurely: “I had a friend also surnamed Song. He’s been dead for many years.”

Song Yuhang suddenly looked up and gritted her teeth, a bone-deep hatred seeping from her eyes. An angry roar came from between her teeth.

Lin Yan kicked her in the shoulder: “What are you yelling for? Shut the fuck up for this old man!”

Ding Ye smiled: “Search her. If you can’t find it, kill her. Throw the body off the cliff to feed the dogs. We can’t waste time here.”

Several people grabbed Song Yuhang by the hair, pulled her up, and pushed her back. Tiger cracked his knuckles, making them pop.

“Hehe, I never thought a cop would see this day. Let me.”

The moment his voice fell, the gun in Lin Yan’s hand was pressed against his temple. She said coldly: “I have a grudge against her. I’ll do it.”

Song Yuhang’s hands were tied and she was hung high on a door panel. She curled her lips into a smile.

“It’s the same no matter who does it. I won’t talk. Hurry up, make it quick. It’ll save everyone time and effort.”

Lin Yan turned around and slapped her across the face, hitting her so hard her head turned to the side, and she immediately spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

“Trash! Shut the fuck up for this old lady! It’s not that easy to die.”

Tiger was about to make a move, but the men Lin Yan brought were watching him menacingly with their guns. He swallowed, cursed under his breath, and backed down.

“Whip.” Lin Yan held out her hand. Liu Zhi handed her a thumb-thick, black leather whip.

Without another word, she raised her hand and lashed out. She heard a muffled sound from over there, and Song Yuhang’s suppressed groan of pain.

Tiger also felt a chill: Fuck, this woman is quite ruthless.

Another lash of the whip landed on her shoulder, splitting the skin and flesh.

Lin Yan grabbed her by the collar and roared: “Speak! Where is the thing?!”

Song Yuhang turned her head, her lips against her ear, gasping slightly from the pain: “You… don’t even think about it. You’d better kill me. If I’m still alive in the future…”

“I will repay it tenfold.”

The hot breath drilled into her ear. Lin Yan’s hand holding the whip trembled slightly. Then she lashed out fiercely, hitting her in the face. The corner of her eye quickly became red and swollen.

If this goes on, she will really die.

Lin Yan clenched her jaw, grabbed her collar, and roared in a low voice: “Isn’t it good to be alive? Why must you seek death?!”

As soon as these words came out, Song Yuhang, who had her head hanging, suddenly lifted it. Her gaze was like an awl, tightly locking onto her eyes.

Lin Yan was startled by this gaze and staggered back a step. The wind on the mountaintop at night grew stronger.

The two looked at each other in silence, just like in the past.

Song Yuhang looked at her, then at the busy criminal syndicate behind her, at Ding Ye, Tiger, Liu Zhi…

She curled her lips into a smile. It was no longer that cold, mocking, disdainful smile, but had returned to the day they first met, the gentle and warm smile that appeared on her face as she calmly extended her hand.

That day, she had said: “Hello, my name is Song Yuhang.”

Now, she was saying: “Quick… go… the main force will be here soon… kill me, only then can you get away, go!”

Lin Yan’s whole body shook. She looked at her as if in disbelief. Just then, the cry of a lackey came from behind.

“Ding Ye, we found Er Ye³! He’s still alive!”

Kuba was pulled out from the ruins by many hands. In the distant mountains, the sound of police sirens could already be faintly heard.

“Kill me! Kill me! I won’t talk!” Song Yuhang roared, panting heavily, and finally said in a low voice.

“Go!”

Lin Yan held the whip, hesitating to act, a glint of moisture flashing in her eyes. Tiger stepped forward and kicked her over. Perhaps the commotion was too great, but the miniature camera stuck in the inner layer of her clothes finally came loose and fell out from the hem.

Song Yuhang’s pupils shrank. Lin Yan had already picked it up first and held it up to her eyes: “What is this? Still say you have nothing?! Fuck!”

In a flash of lightning and flint, no one expected that she, with her hands tied behind her back and hung up, still had the strength to fight back. Song Yuhang suddenly leaned forward, causing the rope to creak.

By the time Lin Yan came to her senses, a sharp pain shot through her finger, which had been enveloped by her warm mouth.

Worthy of being Song Yuhang. When it came to ruthlessness, neither of them was inferior to the other.

A nimble tongue rolled the camera from her fingertip and mercilessly took revenge on her.

Lin Yan cried out in pain, hissing lightly, and quickly let go.

“Hong-jie, are you alright!”

When she pulled her fingertip out, it was already dripping with blood.

Song Yuhang’s throat moved slightly. In front of them, she swallowed the camera before their very eyes.

A triumphant smile curled her lips. Seeing their ashen faces, she actually laughed out loud.

“Hahaha… want it? Kill me, huh? And then perform an autopsy? Do you have the time for that?”

“Damn it! This old man will shoot you into a sieve and see if you can still be stubborn!” Tiger’s anger flared. He grabbed the AK from his back, loaded a bullet, and pulled the trigger at her.

However, faster than him was the pistol in Lin Yan’s hand. After a loud bang, green smoke rose from the muzzle.

The shot was right in the heart, a fatal blow. Song Yuhang’s head drooped down, and bloodstains quickly spread across her clothes. Her face was as pale as paper. She was already out of breath.

Ding Ye also seemed not to have expected that she would directly shoot and kill a criminal investigation captain, an important police figure. He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lin Yan’s face was cold as she holstered her gun.

“I said, I have a grudge against her. Her life can only be taken by me.”

Sporadic gunshots could already be faintly heard from the entrance of the farm. A brother under Liu Zhi’s command stumbled over.

“Ding Ye, Hong-jie, hurry, we’re surrounded!”

Tiger came to his senses and quickly helped Ding Ye up. The few remaining defeated soldiers carried Kuba. Lin Yan followed Liu Zhi to lead the way. The group of people stumbled through the grass, running into the deep mountains and dense forests.

Until the very end, she never looked back once. She didn’t dare. She was afraid that if she looked back and saw Song Yuhang’s appearance at the moment of death, she would break down and cry on the spot.

Lin Yan ran through the dense forest, branches scratching her cheeks. She didn’t know how long she ran. She finally stopped because she fell.

“Hong-jie!” Liu Zhi saw that she hadn’t kept up, turned back to help her up, only to see her eyes shimmering with moisture.

He had never seen her show such a heart-wrenching expression.

However, it was only for an instant. Lin Yan wiped the non-existent moisture from the corner of her eye with the back of her hand: “It’s nothing. I twisted my ankle, it hurts a little. Let’s go.”

Liu Zhi was skeptical: “Hong-jie…”

Before his voice fell, she had already climbed up by herself and ran forward, stumbling.

Liu Zhi stopped thinking about other things and quickly followed.

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They hadn’t run far when the gunshots gradually died down. The sound of cars came from the mountain road. There was no large force, just two small police cars. The ones who came were all the main force of the City Bureau’s Criminal Investigation Detachment, Feng Jianguo and his trusted subordinates.

Duan Cheng was the first to pull open the car door, running out with a medical kit. Fang Xin and Zheng Chengrui followed closely behind.

Feng Jianguo got out of another car. His stamina was ultimately no match for the young people. With his beer belly, he ran until he was out of breath.

“Aiyo, slow down. This old bag of bones can’t keep up with you.”

The young police officer who had been “killed” by Lin Yan in the grass climbed up, took off his bulletproof vest, and rubbed the sore spot where he had been hit, grimacing. It was Xue Rui.

“Bureau Chief Feng.”

“Bureau Chief Feng.”

“Bureau Chief Feng.”

…

Several “corpses” climbed up from the ground one after another. A few couldn’t get up because their skin had been grazed by bullets, and they had suffered minor injuries.

Fang Xin quickly went over to help the injured walk out.

“Captain Song, Captain Song, wake up.” Duan Cheng found her on the warehouse door, patting her face. Song Yuhang’s head was hanging, unconscious.

He checked her breathing; she was still breathing. He took a syringe from the medical kit, disinfected her skin, and gently injected it into her arm.

Song Yuhang grunted in pain and opened her eyes, coughing up a large mouthful of congested blood. Her face was deathly pale. Although her life was not in danger, she was seriously injured.

“Where’s the thing?”

Feng Jianguo walked over and asked her.

She weakly signaled for them to let her down. Xue Rui used a knife to cut the rope binding her hands.

Once freed, Song Yuhang knelt on the ground, lacking strength. She pointed to her throat: “No choice, I swallowed it.”

Everyone looked at each other, all with constipated expressions.

Duan Cheng grinned menacingly and cracked his knuckles: “Let me.”

Several people silently stood up and turned their backs. Song Yuhang’s scalp went numb: “Wait…”

Before her voice fell, he had already punched her in the stomach. She hadn’t eaten much all day, had been in an intense battle, jumping up and down, and was already injured and uncomfortable.

Song Yuhang bent over, her stomach churning: “Ough…”

Duan Cheng put on gloves, picked up the miniature camera, rinsed it clean with mineral water, and put it in an evidence bag. Song Yuhang pointed at his nose, unable to form a complete sentence for a long time.

“You… you’re ruthless! Who… who did you learn that from!”

Who else could it be from? Naturally, it was from a certain formerly famous forensic doctor in the technical investigation department.

Fang Xin couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She came over to help her up: “Let’s go, Captain Song. We’ll take you to the hospital.”

“Wait.” Song Yuhang’s steps faltered for a moment. She pulled a steel plate from her inner clothes and threw it on the ground. It was the size of a palm, with white marks on it from being hit by bullets.

As for the blood, it was purely from a pig’s blood packet hidden in her clothes long ago. Before she came, she had already prepared for a life-or-death struggle, and had also prepared for the slim chance that she might survive.

In her plan, she would either die today or shed a layer of skin. But she didn’t expect to be able to see her comrades while still conscious.

Even without that long-hidden steel plate, Pei Jinhong—no, it should be Lin Yan now—that shot would not have directly pierced her heart and taken her life.

Her muzzle was tilted down three cun⁴. The bullet would have been lodged between her ribs at a very clever angle.

As long as she was sent to the hospital in time, she still had a chance to live.

Lin Yan gave her the hope of life but left death for herself. This departure would surely be a long and arduous journey, like walking on thin ice.

While waiting for other colleagues to clean up the battlefield, Song Yuhang was not in a hurry to go to the hospital. She asked Duan Cheng for a cigarette and squatted by the cliff to smoke.

The old Bureau Chief walked to her side and handed her a pack of Chunghwa.

“Are you wondering why I let her do these things?”

Song Yuhang shook her head, didn’t take it, and smoked the cheap, five-yuan-a-pack cigarette in her hand. She blew a smoke ring, her gaze distant.

“That question isn’t important, actually. If it were me, I would have gone too.”

“I was just thinking…” The young criminal investigation captain stood up, one hand in her pocket, looking at the rising sun before her, the magnificent rivers and mountains, her eyes filled with nothing but boundless loneliness.

“She shot me. She must be so sad, thinking I’m dead. I can’t tell her I’m still alive, just as she can’t tell me.”

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Duan Cheng and Xue Rui were helping other injured colleagues to the car, chatting idly.

“Didn’t you say it was a top-secret mission? Just now, while I was lying on the ground, I heard that the gunshots at the entrance were quite dense. I thought the main force had arrived.”

“Hah, what main force? Just firecrackers.” Duan Cheng pulled out a string of firecrackers from behind his waist and chuckled.

“Left over from the New Year, didn’t finish setting them off.”

Xue Rui: “…”

While the two were talking, the headlights on the mountain road lit up brightly, and the sharp sound of sirens rang out. The main force had really arrived.

Song Yuhang threw away her cigarette and collapsed limply.

This time she really fainted, not faked it.

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LP: Re-translated on August 25, 2025

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