Volume One: First Scroll
The Old Man
“In broad daylight, can you not be so…”
The tour bus pulled into the service area, and tourists got off in twos and threes to use the restroom or stretch their legs. Lin Yan blended into the crowd as she exited, wearing a wool hat and a mask, dressed in an inconspicuous windbreaker. She also went to the restroom. When she came out and was washing her hands outside, her peripheral vision caught the reflection in the mirror: the Criminal Police team’s car had also pulled into the gas station opposite.
She froze for a moment, flicked the water droplets from her hands twice, and ducked into the shadows, mingling with several other ordinary tourists heading back towards the bus.
Once she was back on the bus, she peered out through the window. A familiar figure was standing at the entrance of the small convenience store buying water, then carried a whole case directly back to their car.
After she left, several people darted out from the side of the gas station. One of them, a gas station employee, pointed in the direction she had gone. Just as Song Yuhang’s police car drove out of the gas station, another black car in the service area immediately started tailing it.
The tour bus set off. The mountain road was narrow, but there wasn’t much traffic. That black car continued to follow, neither too close nor too far.
As the tour bus and the black car passed each other, Lin Yan glanced down. The tinted window reflected the driver’s blurry silhouette; she couldn’t make out the face, but she clearly saw the object placed on the front passenger seat.
Lin Yan’s pupils contracted. She instinctively reached for her phone to send Song Yuhang a message: You’re being followed.
She stopped abruptly, halfway through typing, clenching her jaw tightly.
No, I can’t tell her. That would expose my own whereabouts too.
Ahead was a sharp bend. The police car intentionally slowed down to let the tour bus pass first. Lin Yan reached out and pulled down the window curtain. Her phone screen lit up—a message from Song Yuhang.
Seeing the name gave her a jolt of anxiety. Could she have recognized me in that split second we passed each other?
She opened the message with trepidation, only to feel a wave of relief.
Song Yuhang: “What are you doing?”
Just making small talk.
Lin Yan rolled her eyes: “At home, on vacation.”
She casually sent a swimming photo she had taken previously in her courtyard to prove it.
Duan Cheng happened to glance over and saw Lin Yan on Song Yuhang’s phone, looking very cool in a bikini. Her curly hair was slightly damp and draped over her shoulders, a glass of red wine in her hand. She sat by the edge of the pool, turning her head slightly, her face devoid of a smile, making her appear even colder, more stunning, and alluring.
She blended two completely different kinds of charm with perfect naturalness.
Duan Cheng wore an expression that screamed, “Are you two already close enough to be sending each other risqué photos?”
Song Yuhang, alerted, quickly flipped her phone screen down. Even though no one else had said anything, her cheeks inexplicably grew hot.
After a moment, she turned slightly sideways and replied to Lin Yan: “In broad daylight, can you not be so provocative1?”
Lin Yan nearly leaped through the phone screen to scratch her, sending several angry emojis in succession: “F%ck off!”
A faint smile touched Song Yuhang’s lips. Despite her words, she quietly saved the photo.
Lin Yan looked at her profile picture, which perfectly matched the person’s usual ‘veteran cadre’2 style: a gun and the national emblem pressed onto a black training uniform labeled “Police.”
She sent a few more inconsequential messages, but Lin Yan didn’t reply again. Thinking about the car that had been following her earlier, her lips gradually tightened.
Her phone felt clammy in her grip.
Lin Yan rubbed her brow, then picked up the phone again and started typing to her.
Song Yuhang, who hadn’t received a reply for a long time, felt a slight sense of disappointment. Then she saw “The other party is typing…”, and a smile immediately appeared on her lips.
Lin Yan only sent five words: “You… be careful.”
For some reason, whenever she received concern or encouragement from her, Song Yuhang always felt her heart fill with strength again. Perhaps it was because this person was typically sharp-tongued and harsh, aloof and unfamiliar with worldly ways, that her occasional moments of care seemed all the more precious.
“Okay.”
She thought for a moment, then added: “Wait for me to come back.”
Wait for you to come back for what?
Lin Yan curled her lip into a disdainful smile and tossed the phone back into her bag.
Anyway, she had done what she could, given the warning she needed to give. Whether what came next was fortune or disaster depended entirely on her own luck.
She absolutely would not allow any variables to interfere with her investigation, not even Song Yuhang.
After leaving the provincial highway, the road turned into a winding mountain path with a bumpy, potholed cement surface. Just as the group was being shaken dizzy and disoriented3, Wuli Town4 finally came into view.
The town wasn’t large, the kind you could see from one end to the other at a glance. Green mountains stretched endlessly in the distance, and the road underfoot was dusty gray. The only few relatively well-maintained and taller buildings housed government departments and state-owned enterprises. There weren’t many people on the street, just occasional villagers carrying baskets on their backs, hurrying along. Driving through, they only saw a Postal Savings Bank that was still open, and even that was deserted5.
The personnel from the Wuli Town Police Station were already waiting at the entrance. Seeing the police car pull up and stop, the Station Chief immediately rushed forward to shake hands.
“Captain Song, hello, Captain Song! It’s rare for a leader6 from the city to come all this way. It must have been tiring, so tiring. We’ve prepared some local game, hope the leader will honor us with her presence…”
Song Yuhang subtly withdrew her hand from his grasp. “Let’s skip the game. A casual bite in the canteen will do. The brothers7 are all on duty, we can’t afford delays.”
Although he was a police station chief, Song Yuhang held a deputy division chief rank in the city bureau and was the head of the special investigation team, making her rank one level higher and her position more senior. Therefore, even though Song Yuhang had rebuffed his gesture, he still followed beside her, nodding and bowing8.
“Okay, okay, okay, the canteen is fine too. Try some of our local specialties, it’s just the season for mushrooms…”
The others took their seats. The station chief gave a look to his subordinates, and someone immediately came over to offer cigarettes. “I hear Captain Song always smokes Zhonghua…”
Useless at handling cases, but quite adept at figuring out the preferences of superiors.
Song Yuhang forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes9. “No thanks, give them to the brothers below.”
The station chief’s expression stiffened, but Song Yuhang then became serious. “The city bureau attaches great importance to this case. Solving it would be a major accomplishment, and I will report it truthfully.”
In small, economically backward places with simple customs, one might spend a lifetime without opportunities for meritorious service or promotion. Song Yuhang was giving him a hint.
Only then did a look of joy appear on the station chief’s face. He waved his hand to dismiss the extraneous personnel.
“Good, good, good. Then Captain Song, please eat first. We can talk while we eat.”
“Twenty years ago, I was still working at the grassroots level…”
Duan Cheng thought to himself while eating: You’re still working at the grassroots level now.
“I remember there was indeed someone named Yu Xinye10 in Xiaohe Village11.”
Song Yuhang raised an eyebrow slightly. The chief understood. “I remember him because Xiaohe Village used to rely on tin mining for its livelihood. Most people in the village worked at the mine. That year was very unfortunate; there was a safety accident at the mine—a collapse plus a roof fall—killing dozens of people. Leaders from the province even came. Among the deceased was a man named Yu Xinye. It was me and a colleague who carried him out.”
Back then, the Ministry of Public Security’s internal network hadn’t been established yet. Records and county annals were all handwritten. The station chief had someone bring over a thick, yellowed volume.
A musty smell of old books hit them. Song Yuhang put down her chopsticks, quickly found the account of the Xiaohe Village mine disaster using the table of contents.
The person who wrote the record at the time was very clear: eleven fatalities. Song Yuhang flipped down and found Yu Xinye’s name in the last column of the deceased list.
Song Yuhang’s brow furrowed. “Since he died in the accident, why does the current Ministry of Public Security internal network state he died of illness?”
The station chief shook his head. “I don’t know. It might be because it was so long ago, the person entering the data might have misremembered. However, the county public security bureau’s forensic examiner did perform body identification and confirmation back then. Maybe something was discovered during the autopsy…”
Speaking up to this point, afraid Song Yuhang would hold them responsible, he smiled sheepishly and placed a large piece of local chicken onto her plate.
“What we reported up was ‘died in accident.’ As for how others wrote it, or what happened when it reached the city bureau, we wouldn’t know. It’s outside our scope of responsibility. Captain Song, eat, eat. Don’t just focus on the rice, have a drink too, have a drink. Pour some for all the brothers.”
Song Yuhang covered her cup. “Thanks, but no drinking during work hours.”
Seeing her stance, how could the others dare to drink? They all put down their cups.
Duan Cheng glanced at the Moutai12, his face streaming with internal tears: Too bad. If Forensic Examiner Lin were here, the alcohol ban could be lifted, and he could benefit too.
“Is the forensic examiner who handled the autopsy back then still alive?”
“Yes, yes, he’s from our Wuli Town. It’s just, it’s just…” The station chief looked hesitant, stopping mid-sentence.
“Just what?” Song Yuhang frowned, slightly displeased.
“You’ll know when you see him.”
The town’s only nursing home, funded by the government. It was surrounded by earthen slopes and enclosed by barbed wire, presumably to prevent the mentally unclear elderly residents from wandering off. There was only a small, rusty iron gate allowing entry and exit.
The director led them inside. “The residents here are all ‘Five Guarantees’ households13, mostly without close relatives. Their minds are also…”
He tapped his temple, saying no more.
The courtyard wasn’t large, with a few cement ping-pong tables covered in fallen leaves. It had rained a few days prior, and the air carried the smell of rotting vegetable matter.
The nursing home was only two stories high, sparsely housing about ten people. When they reached the fifth room on the second floor, the director knocked. “Old Li14, Old Li, someone’s here to see you!”
After waiting a while without a response, he pushed the door. The wooden door creaked open; it hadn’t been closed.
“Hey! Old Li, you can’t eat that!”
The white-haired old man was kneeling on the floor, using his tongue to lick his own excrement. The director rushed forward in one stride, pulled the man up, dragged him back, and pinched his nose, saying, “Someone come quickly, clean this… clean this up!”
A cleaner sweeping the hallway heard the commotion and ran over with a broom.
Song Yuhang observed him intently.
The old man’s white hair was sparse and thinning, stuck together strand by strand. His clothes were filthy. He wore a shoe on one foot, while the other was bare and stained with filth.
He looked like a poor, destitute old man whose mind wasn’t quite right. Sitting on the bed, he didn’t speak, his hands already beginning to atrophy and curl inward, trembling constantly, muttering insistently.
“Eat, eat, eat…”
Song Yuhang took out the bread she had bought that morning from her bag and gestured for the director to hand it over. Before it reached him, the old man snatched it and desperately stuffed it into his mouth. Cake crumbs stuck to his beard and fell from the corners of his mouth.
It was truly pitiful.
The director, afraid this leader from the city would disapprove, quickly said, “Normally, our meals are quite sufficient. We don’t let the elderly…”
He trailed off, his face flushing red at Song Yuhang’s actions.
She took a food bag from her own pack and put the remaining food inside. The other members of the police team also rummaged through their bags, handing her snacks. Duan Cheng even stuffed his beloved potato chips in.
Song Yuhang tossed them back to him, scolding with a smile, “An old man can’t eat this.”
Finally, she took out several banknotes from her wallet, leaving only two hundred yuan for emergencies, and placed the money and the plastic bag on the table.
“Grassroots work isn’t easy, but the elderly must be fed well. I’ll speak to the higher-ups when I get back, but the financial allocation might take some time.”
This statement had two layers of meaning: first, a reminder not to mistreat retired government personnel; second, that she would report the situation truthfully to help resolve their urgent needs.
The director felt both grateful and embarrassed, quickly agreeing, “Yes, yes, yes, definitely, definitely. Please rest assured, Leader.”
Lin Yan sat on the rooftop, nibbling on half a plain steamed bun, watching the real-time feed on her tablet. She snorted disdainfully, “Still such a meddler.”
“Sir, my name is Song Yuhang, a police officer from the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau…” Song Yuhang said, squatting down. She pointed to the police ID number on her uniform, then patted the armband. Afraid he wouldn’t understand, she repeated herself.
“Me, police. I want to ask you, do you know someone named Yu Xinye?”
She took a photo from her pocket and held it in front of the old man.
The old man stuffed bread into his mouth. After finishing, he reached for a banana and started putting it in his mouth without peeling it.
“Hey—” Song Yuhang quickly snatched it away, peeled it, and handed it back to him.
The director sighed helplessly, whispering, “He’s had Alzheimer’s for over ten years, doesn’t remember anything. Probably no hope.”
Song Yuhang turned around, signaling for them all to leave.
Alzheimer’s, true, but the flicker of avoidance in his eyes when he saw the photo was also true.
Once everyone had left, the old man was still eating. Song Yuhang opened a bottle of mineral water for him. “Drink slowly.”
She had plenty of patience, but the old man seemed anxious, choking and coughing violently, spitting out the food he had just eaten.
A foul stench filled the room. Song Yuhang stood up and gently patted his back until his breathing calmed down. Then she fetched the broom leaning against the wall and swept the mess clean.
The old man’s gaze followed her every move, from the Great Wall emblem on her armband to the soft police ID badge15 on her chest, and then to the two bars and one star16 on her shoulder insignia17.
Finally, his eyes landed on the bag of food and the money on the table.
The old man’s lips moved, and he started eating again.
After finishing everything, Song Yuhang moved a small stool in front of him, took out nail clippers, and began trimming his nails, cleaning out the dirt underneath without showing any disgust towards his unpleasant body odor.
She didn’t mention a single word about the case.
After trimming his nails, Song Yuhang brought water to wash his hands and face, combing his matted hair until it was smooth.
Lastly, she tidied the bedsheets and quilt cover. Song Yuhang opened the window, letting sunlight stream in, and hung the quilt over the iron railing outside the window.
“Sir, quilts need to be aired out often. If you can’t manage it yourself, ask the caregivers to help you.”
The old man just made “Ah, ah, ah” sounds, unclear if he was listening.
Song Yuhang smiled, turned to leave. After taking two steps, she heard the old man clearly utter a word: “Ye… Ye…”
Song Yuhang froze, then hurried back, placing her hands on the old man’s knees. “Ye… Ye what? Do you know something about Yu Xinye?”
The old man’s right hand trembled, his teeth missing, speaking unclearly: “Ye… Ye… Ye is not Ye…”
Song Yuhang was completely bewildered. No matter how much she asked, the old man couldn’t utter another word.
She stayed until dark before leaving, somewhat disappointed. As she walked out of the courtyard, she looked back at the window, feeling that something wasn’t right, a faint unease lingering in her heart.
On the other side of the building, Lin Yan gripped the rope tightly, her body taut like a straight line in mid-air.
Damn it, lucky I reacted quickly.
Once the group had walked far away, she climbed back up, leaped through the window Song Yuhang had opened, clamped down hard on the old man’s neck, covered his mouth, and dragged him into a dark corner untouched by the moonlight.
Exiting the nursing home gate, the station chief was already waiting, proactively offering a cigarette.
Still Zhonghua.
Song Yuhang was annoyed and didn’t refuse this time, taking it as he lit it for her.
“Are any of Yu Xinye’s distant relatives still alive? Don’t tell me they also…” Song Yuhang took two drags, but even her usual cigarette tasted bland. She found herself somewhat missing the ladies’ cigarette Lin Yan had given her.
For a moment, she couldn’t tell if she missed the cigarette or the person who gave it to her.
“Alive, alive. They came to the Low-Income Assistance Bureau18 just last month.”
Song Yuhang didn’t speak, just gestured to set off immediately. The station chief hurried after them for two steps. “Hey, hey, Captain Song, don’t be hasty! The road to Xiaohe Village is still over ten kilometers [6.2 miles] long, not yet paved with cement, all gravel. It’s very difficult to drive, full of hairpin turns. Just this year, a poverty alleviation team drove into a ditch. Wait until morning, wait until morning, I’ll find some experienced drivers to take you. You’ve all traveled and worked hard all day, you should rest well, rest well.”
Song Yuhang tossed and turned on the cold, hard wooden bed in the guesthouse. It was a double room; next to her, Fang Xin was already fast asleep, breathing evenly.
She fished her phone out of her pocket, wanting to send Lin Yan a message. The chat interface was still open to the picture she had sent.
Song Yuhang turned over, looking at her slender neck, her fine figure, and remembered the moment their skin had touched in the car that day.
It seemed she had never had such thoughts about anyone else except Lin Yan.
At that moment, she felt she had gone crazy.
Lin Yan clutching her clothes, tilting her head back slightly, breathing with difficulty, the hand resting on her shoulder so weak and powerless.
She wasn’t a girl with no strength to truss a chicken19. For a moment, Song Yuhang even felt she was accommodating her.
The sensation was too wonderful, so much so that she had lost her mind, become bewitched, something unprecedented in her previous thirty-five years.
She had always been a calm, self-disciplined, and morally upright person. Whether it was smoking or drinking, she always did so in moderation, never indulging excessively to the point of addiction.
But…
Song Yuhang sat up abruptly, letting out a long breath. She threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went to the washroom to compose herself.
Just thinking about her would…
Song Yuhang turned on the tap and splashed water on her face. This was too f%cking ridiculous. It must be the recent pressure from the case, and not having boxed in a long time, leaving her with excess energy and nowhere to vent it.
Yes, that must be it.
Song Yuhang drank a few mouthfuls of cold water to rinse her mouth, forcing herself to calm down. She walked out onto the corridor to get some air.
She leaned against the wall, playing with her lighter, tossing it up and down, catching it steadily each time.
Her thoughts drifted far away, aimlessly.
She even thought back to her childhood, running stumblingly behind her father and older brother.
The ceremony where she received her rank after becoming a police officer, her brother standing in the crowd, clapping vigorously for her.
And then, the criminal pressing a gun against her brother’s head…
Song Yuhang frowned. The lighter she tossed slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor with a clang.
She bent down to pick it up, Lin Yan’s reminder echoing in her ears: You… be careful.
Song Yuhang paused, suddenly focused. Thinking back to her meeting with Li Bin that afternoon, it was as if a ray of light pierced through the chaos.
Ye… Ye… He kept repeating that word, which sounded the same as “夜” (yè – night). Could he also have been telling her to visit him at night?
Song Yuhang picked up the lighter and quickly turned, running down the stairs.
“Stop f%cking playing dead, I know you’re not crazy.” Lin Yan tapped his face with her dagger, pressing down on his neck to force his head up to look at her.
“This person, recognize her?”
The person in the photo was Chunan.
Something was stuffed in the old man’s mouth; he could only make hoarse, monosyllabic sounds.
Lin Yan grew impatient and slapped the photo onto his face.
“I know you did her autopsy.” She paced back and forth in the room somewhat agitatedly, her beautiful face, stripped of its smile, looking increasingly sinister in the darkness.
Lin Yan spun around abruptly, gnashing her teeth. “Giving up a promising future, finally getting out of this mountain hollow, why did you request to return to your original post? Did you find something out?! Did you?! Tell me! Tell me!”
She hissed in a low voice, shaking the old man’s shoulders.
A foul smell emanated from him. Lin Yan looked down and froze.
The old man’s eyes had rolled back, his body convulsing, drenched in sweat.
Lin Yan put the dagger aside, removed the rag gagging his mouth, and shook his head. “Hey—”
Before she finished speaking, the old man’s head lolled to one side, barely breathing.
Lin Yan quickly untied the ropes binding him, lifted him onto the bed, tore open his filthy clothes, leaned down to listen for a heartbeat, and felt for his carotid pulse.
Shit, this is bad, she thought.
She rummaged everywhere for the old man’s usual medication, found a bottle of nitroglycerin in a drawer, pried open his mouth, placed a tablet under his tongue, and then started cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR).
“Damn it, don’t die, please don’t die! If you die, my lead is gone, Chunan will never…” Lin Yan’s eyes grew hot, her arms already aching, unable to lift anymore. She bent down and gave mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
The old man’s chest rose and fell slowly. After several repetitions, he began breathing on his own, and his carotid pulse returned.
Lin Yan, exhausted, stumbled back a few steps, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Only then did she realize her tank top was soaked through in the cool autumn night.
The old man’s cloudy eyes moved. His voice was like coarse sandpaper scraping against glass. “You… weren’t here to kill me?”
“Nonsense.” Lin Yan stepped forward, took a bottle of mineral water from the plastic bag Song Yuhang had brought, unscrewed the cap, held it slightly away, and took large gulps.
After drinking her fill, she wiped the water droplets from her lips. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it the moment I walked in. Why wait until now?”
The old man’s gaze returned, resuming its vacant stare.
Lin Yan placed the water bottle on the table. “Hey, you’re quite interesting. When I wanted to kill you, you were willing to talk to me. Now that I’ve saved you, you’ve gone silent again. Ever heard of ‘A drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring’?”
Li Bin ignored her completely. Lin Yan got angry, picked up the dagger again, and pressed it against his neck. “Do you believe I’ll really kill you!”
The old man closed his eyes, signaling her to hurry up and do it.
Lin Yan was furious, her wrist trembling. She gritted her teeth, a fierce glint suddenly appearing in her eyes. She raised the dagger high and stabbed viciously down towards the man on the bed.
A gust of wind brushed past his face. Li Bin’s throat tightened, but the expected pain never came.
He opened his eyes. The gleaming blade quivered in the pillow beside his head.
Lin Yan released her grip, took a step back, bumping into the table opposite.
She covered her face with her hands, her voice choked with a sob. “I’m sorry, I just want to find out the truth for my friend, to avenge her. I don’t want her… to have died without justice…”
After Chunan passed away, because the cause and manner of death were bizarre enough, she was a frequent topic in the newspapers for a while, fodder for people’s gossip after meals and tea.
Wherever Lin Yan went, she would hear such talk:
“Was her private life improper? Did she offend someone? Otherwise, why would they be so ruthless?”
“Hey, isn’t her father a murderer? Isn’t this just heavenly justice, karmic retribution?”20
“Exactly! Heaven watches what people do. If you don’t do anything wrong, you don’t fear ghosts knocking at midnight21. Why, out of all the women in Jiangcheng, did they specifically target her?”
“Isn’t it because… hehehe!”
…
Lin Yan would charge forward with clenched fists every time. Sometimes she won the fight, more often she lost.
She was kicked to the ground, punched and kicked, her head bleeding.
“Damn it, b%tch, sl%t! Just because you have some stinking money?!”
“Hanging out with a murderer’s daughter, you’re no good either, ptui!”
The person spat a thick glob of phlegm onto her face and swaggered off.
Lin Yan lay curled in the mud, rain pouring down on her. Pale red blood seeped from her hairline. Her stiff fingers moved, touching a brick.
She gritted her teeth and climbed up from the ground. “Hey—”
The person turned back. She smashed the brick down hard. “F%ck your mother, go die!”
She lived in such a daze for a long time. No, it could be said that ever since hearing the terrible news about Chunan, her world had never seen sunlight again.
The dead were gone, leaving the living with endless regret and remorse, along with swirling rumors and slander.
Lin Yan fought anyone she encountered. During another street brawl, Mother Chen rushed over with a rolling pin, shouting with red eyes, “Stop fighting, stop fighting!”
As Mother Chen held her tightly, Lin Yan decided then and there that for the rest of her life, no matter how difficult, she would strive to seek the truth until her last breath.
This moment was no exception.
Lin Yan sniffled twice, turned her back to compose herself, not wanting anyone to see her in such a sorry state.
The old man watched her, his throat moved, and just as he was about to speak, another series of coughs erupted.
Lin Yan wiped her eyes, turned back, held him down to check his condition. “Don’t move. You have heart disease, what else? Tell me.”
“You… you’re a doctor?” the old man coughed, his face flushed red.
“No, although I’m a forensic examiner, basic medicine is also a required course. Lie down, don’t move.”
“Forensic… examiner…” The old man chewed on these two words, a sudden light gleaming in his eyes. He tightly gripped her hand, seemingly wanting to say something.
Lin Yan felt his pulse; it was very unstable. She checked her pockets—no phone. If this continued, his life would be in danger. She had no choice but to give him another nitroglycerin tablet. “I know you also worked as a forensic examiner for most of your life. Don’t talk yet. I’ll go find a doctor. You’ll be okay. Tell me slowly when you’re better.”
She forced a smile, as if comforting the old man, and also herself. “You’re very important to me. I can’t let you die.”
The old man nodded slightly. Lin Yan pulled away and left.
Just as she stepped out of the room, a black shadow darted in through the window, stealthily closed the glass, walked to the old man’s bedside, and pulled down a mask.
Li Bin’s pupils contracted abruptly, his face filled with terror and dread. He made garbled sounds, unable to speak clearly.
The black-clad person reached out and covered his mouth.
LP: Re-translated on April 27, 2025
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