Corpse
And what were the last words Lin Yan said to her?
“No need to repay, sister doesn’t buy into this.”
In that instant, a deep sense of sadness and heartache appeared on the girl’s face, piercing her eyes.
If on that day, she had given Bai Ling her name and contact information, along with basic respect and trust, then, in her most desperate moments, in times of danger, would there be a moment when she would think of this “sister” who is not actually her sister?
So, is it possible that she would not die?
Lin Yan seemed to want to put her hand on it, but when she looked at her pale and colorless face, she pulled back. She gritted her teeth, struggled, and her shoulders shook violently.
Song Yuhang caught up from behind and squatted beside her, placing her hand on her back, comforting her as if comforting herself.
“Lin Yan, this is not your fault.”
Lin Yan sniffed, brushing away her hand. In that moment, Song Yuhang clearly saw a crystal tear drop from the corner of her eye.
However, it was only for a moment.
Lin Yan took a deep breath, opened the investigation box, and quickly put on gloves. “Make way, we don’t have time to dwell on sorrow and grief here. Go and do what you need to do.”
Lin Yan’s emotions always seemed to oscillate between two extremes—either not particularly intense or exceptionally calm.
But Song Yuhang knew that the version of her who got angry and frustrated was the real Lin Yan.
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In reality, Lin Yan, who forced herself to remain calm while examining the corpse, had long suppressed her emotions to the extreme.
Her emotions were like tightly stretched threads, ready to break at any moment.
Sometimes, Song Yuhang wished Lin Yan could just cry it out, but not at this moment.
As the head of the Technical Investigation Team and the highest commanding officer at the crime scene, if they lost control, it would only give the killer more opportunities.
So, even though her innermost feelings were filled with extreme anger, extreme sadness, and extreme hatred, she merely patted Lin Yan’s shoulder, stood up, and her eyes, sharpened by tears of blood, glowed with clarity and sensitivity.
She said, “Lin Yan, I will personally put an end to him. After the case is closed, I’ll join you for a drink.”
Lin Yan lowered her head, unable to hold back, and though she wanted to laugh, she choked up for a moment. She quickly wiped away the tears with the clean fabric on her shoulder, preventing them from contaminating the crime scene.
“Alright, not sober, not going home.”
As the Forensic Team carried the wrapped corpse back to the vehicle, Lin Yan glanced back.
Song Yuhang was also looking at her.
They silently locked eyes, and a fierce wind began to rise, carrying the salty and humid scent of the sea.
Lin Yan made a gesture with her mouth: “Be careful.”
Song Yuhang wore half-finger tactical gloves, and with two fingers, she lightly tapped her own head twice before straightening her hand, making a casual and handsome gesture. It was directed at Lin Yan, assuring her.
Following that, she swiftly flipped her wrist, her gaze turning sharp, signaling everyone to move out to the next target.
The two vehicles brushed past each other, heading towards their respective battlefields.
* * *
The autopsy couldn’t come soon enough.
All the modern forensic techniques in criminal investigation are aimed at narrowing down suspects or providing crucial clues for solving cases, and this case is no exception.
Ever since Lin Yan began studying forensic medicine, she has steadfastly believed in Locard’s Exchange Principle, much like how Song Yuhang believes in the “There’s no such thing as a perfect crime” philosophy.
—Every corner he stood in, every object he touched, everything he left behind, not just his fingerprints and footprints, but his hair, the fibers on his clothes, the shattered glass he touched, the tools he left behind, the paint he scraped off, the blood or saliva he left or collected… Even if he was unaware, he would leave behind a silent witness against him.
……
While rapidly dissecting Bai Ling’s body, Lin Yan’s mind even recalled a phrase her teacher mentioned during the first anatomy class in her freshman year.
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She spoke fluently, almost unconsciously.
Duan Cheng, holding a machine, approached and overheard, “Bai Ling… tell me… tell Sister… tell me the words you didn’t finish… tell me who that person is…”
Duan Cheng was taken aback, looking at her slightly red eyes, the disheveled hair under the surgical cap, his expression became somewhat complicated.
“Forensic Doctor Lin…”
Lin Yan had already cut open the stitched-up incision on the body’s abdomen. Suddenly, a stream of blood mixed with organ fragments gushed out, forcing Duan Cheng to step back.
With her hands bracing on the dissection table, Lin Yan breathed heavily, her eyes on the verge of bursting, “Tell Song Yuhang, I know who he is. He’s not Yu Xin Ye, he’s Li Yang!”
* * *
“Are you really going to do this?”
The man being questioned swirled the crimson liquid in his highball glass, looking down upon the brightly lit city.
“Yeah, I just want to see how far she can go.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill her?”
“If you have the ability, go ahead.”
The man turned and walked away, his black cloak brushing past, leaving behind a heavy scent of blood.
He frowned, seemingly disgusted, lifted the red wine, and downed it in one go.
Downstairs, police sirens had already started wailing.
* * *
In the autopsy room, Duan Cheng approached Lin Yan’s ear, holding a phone, while Lin Yan continued her work, draining the abdominal fluid.
“Yes, both kidneys are gone…”
Song Yuhang was suddenly choked up, gritting her teeth, “Why are you sure it’s Li Yang and not Yu Xin Ye?”
The reason she believed the killer was Yu Xin Ye and not Li Yang was because Li Yang had no motive to kill Li Hai. Firstly, he was his own brother, and secondly, if she were Yu Xin Ye, having barely escaped from death, only to be betrayed by her husband, leaving behind a young daughter and eloping with someone else.
Any normal, self-respecting man would find this difficult to tolerate, especially someone who had been buried for seven or eight days in a coal mine, in that dark, endless, waterless and foodless, enclosed, and constantly life-threatening environment. Even if they managed to survive, it would leave behind post-traumatic stress disorder.
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This could also be his motivation for committing these perverse murders.
After hearing her, Lin Yan shook her head, “Did you forget? Auntie Yu mentioned that both Li Hai and Li Yang studied medicine. Their ancestors were all doctors. Li Hai got into medical school, but Li Yang dropped out halfway. With this incision and suturing technique, someone without a medical foundation couldn’t have done it!”
Song Yuhang seemed to have a revelation. She snatched the map from someone nearby and spoke faster.
“In other words, he has a certain medical background. If that’s the case, he should also know that a kidney transplant surgery requires complete surgical instruments and sterile conditions. So, the possible locations he could appear are…”
Song Yuhang drew a circle on the map with a pen.
“All major hospitals have increased security. He just took a kidney, and to preserve the organ’s viability, he must transplant it as soon as possible. So, his activities are unlikely to extend beyond Jiangcheng City.”
Song Yuhang’s gaze shifted to the outskirts. Lin Yan heard her shouting from there, “Everyone, get ready to move. Targets: various hospitals and clinics in the suburbs. If the suspect resists violently, you have the authority to use lethal force on the spot!”
A slight sense of relief appeared at the corner of Lin Yan’s lips. Before she could savor it too long, she froze when she reached into the chest cavity.
Seemingly in disbelief, she used a scalpel to make a straight incision from top to bottom, cut the ribs with bone scissors, and exposed the entire thoracic and abdominal cavities.
Duan Cheng, holding a machine, took a few steps back in shock, knocking over the nearby instrument tray. He pointed at the dissection table, his face turning pale, and for a while, he couldn’t utter a word.
“Inte… internal organs…”
The entire thoracic cavity was unexpectedly hollowed out, a scene that was eerie, grotesque, and horrifying.
Lin Yan gradually clenched her teeth. She could hear her own teeth grinding with a “crunch.”
It was a mixture of trembling, shivering, fear, and excitement.
Those eyes were already stained blood-red with hatred.
She spoke each word through gritted teeth, “It’s you… have you come back…”
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