Miss Forensics – Chapter 91

Volume One: First Scroll

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“In your dreams, this old lady is DINK.”

The car Lin Yan was driving today was a high-end model from the BMW M series. Its powerful engine caused the value on the dashboard to soar in an instant, and with a roar, it shot forward with a vroom.

“Not good, she’s trying to escape! After her!” The black car behind them also gunned its engine, pursuing them relentlessly.

Lin Yan glanced at Song Yuhang. “Hold on tight.”

The moment she finished speaking, she executed a beautiful 180-degree drift around a sharp bend. The tires made a grating sound, scraping a white line on the ground.

Song Yuhang gagged twice, feeling completely knocked silly. “F#ck, can’t you give a heads-up before taking a corner next time?”

Lin Yan let out a cheerful whistle, the bangs on her forehead fluttering up. “I did give you a hint. You’re the one who didn’t hold on tight.”

Song Yuhang glanced in the rearview mirror. The car behind them had also taken the sharp bend with a beautiful drift, sticking to them like glue.

“Looks like they learned their special vehicle driving well. Since we can’t shake them, what’s your plan?”

The mountain road was quiet and narrow, with signs on both sides: Accident-Prone Area, Please Drive with Caution.

A fierce glint suddenly flashed in Lin Yan’s eyes. “If we can’t shake them, then…”

Song Yuhang watched as she pulled the handbrake and slammed the clutch to the floor. Before the word “F#ck” could even leave her lips, the car jolted violently. The rear wheels lost their grip, and the tail of the car swung around with lightning speed, aiming to smash the black car into the cliff face.

The vehicles scraped against each other with a piercing shriek. The engines roared, and sparks flew as the car body ground against the rock wall.

At the critical moment, the black car reacted swiftly. Knowing that if this continued, Lin Yan would ram them into the mountain and cause their car to flip, leaving them with no place to be buried, they decided to go for broke¹. They pushed the horsepower to the maximum. The value on the dashboard instantly shot up to 300 km/h, and they stomped on the gas, forcefully carving out a path to survival between the rock wall and Lin Yan’s car.

Rocks tumbled down as the paint on the black car peeled off in sheets. With a “dragon’s tail whip²,” it entered the tunnel at a perfect angle.

If Lin Yan didn’t brake in time, she would crash head-on into the concrete wall outside the tunnel, resulting in their deaths and the destruction of the car.

“Damn it,” she spat viciously, only one thought in her mind: I can’t die. Song Yuhang is still in this car.

Her hands on the steering wheel were slick with cold sweat.

Song Yuhang didn’t rush her. The wall in her pupils grew larger and larger. She swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on Lin Yan.

Lin Yan was breathing heavily, frantically turning the steering wheel. The rear of the car scraped against the rock wall in a wide arc, and the tires left the main road, crushing the low-lying grass along the way.

Song Yuhang knew that at this point, it was too late to either brake or rely on the engine and speed to reduce grip. At the last possible second, she executed a brilliant bouncing side-slip with the expertise of a top-tier driver.

The moment of impact, Lin Yan’s heart pounded like a drum. The airbag deployed. She yanked the steering wheel sharply to the left, and the car’s body swung out, entering the tunnel at a bizarre angle.

With a boom, the engine hood was flung open by the force of gravity and smashed into the windshield. Song Yuhang’s vision went black, and then she was blinded by the fluorescent lights of the tunnel.

“Are you okay?”

Her voice called out by her ear.

Song Yuhang let out a breath, her gaze locked on her. “I’m fine. You?”

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans formed on Lin Yan’s forehead. “I’m fine.”

After that ordeal, both cars were severely damaged. Lin Yan, like a ferocious beast, tore at her opponent, vowing not to give up.

The other party was also giving it their all to force her to a stop, scraping along the rock wall, colliding, and grinding as they exited the tunnel in a shower of sparks.

Lin Yan tried to accelerate, but they overtook her from the side and blocked her path. She hit the brakes, but they pursued her relentlessly. They were utterly cunning.

After the tunnel, another sharp bend was visible to the naked eye. Song Yuhang took on the role of observer.

“Careful, pothole a hundred meters ahead. Right five, full throttle in.”

Lin Yan understood, turning the wheel to the right and scraping past the edge of the pothole.

The other car copied their move, sticking to her tail.

“This can’t go on. Once we enter the city, their people will be everywhere. If we run into traffic police, we’ll be completely exposed.”

The people in the black car discussed amongst themselves.

The man in the driver’s seat was masked. He gritted his teeth. “Hold on, I’m going to ram them.”

His accomplice gripped the handle on the car’s ceiling.

The next moment, the engine roared, and the car shot forward violently.

The white BMW leaped into the air. A momentary feeling of weightlessness washed over them, and the numbers on the dashboard flew chaotically.

An alarm blared.

Lin Yan gritted her teeth and pulled the handbrake in time. The sports car’s excellent performance allowed the rear wheels to land quickly, gripping the ground firmly and preventing the car from sliding off the road.

Less than a centimeter away was a bottomless abyss, the surface of the sea shimmering below.

Song Yuhang’s heart pounded like a drum as she leaned back in her seat, panting heavily.

Through the shattered rearview mirror, she saw the other car ramming into them again.

Her heart tightened. “Lin Yan?!”

Lin Yan understood, quickly reversing. The tires screeched against the ground, emitting dazzling sparks.

Adrenaline soared along with the numbers on the dashboard.

In the distance, the sky was faintly visible, and intense sunlight shone through the windshield.

“The road’s gone.”

Lin Yan turned her head to look at her. “Are you scared?”

Song Yuhang grabbed the hand that was on the gear stick, enveloping the back of her hand. “Not scared. If you say jump, we jump together.”

“Okay.” Lin Yan turned back, looking straight ahead, watching the road get narrower and narrower until it reached its end.

Those people wanted the evidence they had on them and would surely try to kill them. Rather than sit and wait for death, it was better to go for broke and fight for their lives.

She accelerated. The black car would inevitably follow and ram her. That person’s driving skills were on par with hers.

At this moment, it was a contest of who was more ruthless, who wanted the other dead and buried more.

So, even knowing it was a dead end, she drove on without hesitation.

She was banking on her skills, on Song Yuhang’s determination to face life and death with her, and on the superb performance of her supercar.

An ordinary race car might not have such good grip. With the force of inertia, it was uncertain who would die.

A slight smile touched the corner of Lin Yan’s lips. Song Yuhang held her hand, shifting gears with her. With the horsepower at maximum, the white car flew towards the cliff like an arrow released from a bow.

The black car’s view was obstructed by her. By the time they wanted to brake, it was too late.

The numbers on the dashboard spun wildly, the needle jumping up and down. He slammed on the brakes, but there was no response. He stomped a few more times; they had completely failed.

Cold sweat dripped down the black-clothed man’s forehead. He roared, “Jump!”

The road had ended. The doors on both sides of the car opened simultaneously.

The hands of Song Yuhang and Lin Yan, which had been clasped together, quickly separated, and two figures rolled out.

CRASH! The two cars collided violently. The person in the passenger seat of the black car didn’t have time to jump out and was instantly swallowed by a tongue of fire.

The tires ground against each other, scraping white lines on the ground as both cars tumbled over the cliff and into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

Only the scattered parts on the ground and the gasoline spilling from the fuel tanks, still burning with black smoke, testified to what a tragic contest this had been.

The parabolic trajectory from the high-speed inertia slammed them onto the ground. Lin Yan rolled several times, her head hitting the ground. Her vision went black, and she lost consciousness completely.

When she woke up again, she was being held up, a sharp, gleaming blade pressed against her neck.

The man in black said, “Give me your bag.”

His voice was hoarse, fierce, and vicious. He was also injured, with blood streaming down one of his legs.

Song Yuhang scrambled up from the ground, her clothes mostly torn and her head bleeding. She raised her hands.

“Don’t you touch her!”

The man in black held Lin Yan up and roared, “Give me your bag, and I’ll let her go!”

Lin Yan gasped for breath, tilting her head up to look at her. “Don’t… don’t worry about me, go!”

Song Yuhang clutched the backpack with one hand, looking at her, then at the man’s vicious eyes, and at the knife on her neck that could slit her throat at any moment. Tears welled up in her eyes as her lips moved.

“Lin Yan…”

The man in black roared, “Don’t come closer, back off! Give me what’s in your hand, or else, or else…”

He paused for a moment, his entire being sinking into a slightly crazed state. The blade cut two inches into her skin, and blood seeped out, trickling down her collar.

“I’ll kill her!”

Song Yuhang cried out in alarm, “Don’t!”

“Song Yuhang!” Lin Yan struggled, her eyes red. She watched as Song Yuhang silently lowered her head and extended her right hand, signaling for him to take the backpack and release her.

A smile appeared on the lips under the man’s mask. “Very good. Throw it over.”

“You let her go first. Otherwise, how do I know you won’t kill the hostage?”

“I’ll count to three. We release at the same time.”

“One.”

“Two.”

Song Yuhang swallowed, her eyes overflowing with sorrow as she looked at Lin Yan, then averted her gaze as if she couldn’t bear to watch.

As long as Lin Yan could live, she was willing to do anything.

“Song Yuhang, look at me! Are you going to hand over the evidence we worked so hard to find to someone else, to those murderers?! How could you?! How can you bear to?! My death is nothing, avenge me, avenge me!”

Before the man in black could count to three, Lin Yan finished her hoarse shout, closed her eyes slightly, and lunged towards the gleaming blade.

“Don’t!”

Song Yuhang flew forward.

At the last second, the man in black withdrew the knife, delivered a knife-hand strike to the back of her neck, and pushed her away. At the same time, he snatched the backpack from Song Yuhang’s hand, scrambled up, and ran off with a limp.

In the distance, the roar of a motorcycle could be faintly heard. It stopped in front of him with a vroom. The rider wore a helmet, their face obscured.

“Get on, quick.”

The man in black gritted his teeth and glanced back, then jumped onto the motorcycle, clutching the backpack. Before he could even get seated properly, the rider twisted the throttle and sped away, leaving a cloud of dust.

Song Yuhang held Lin Yan, pressing on the wound on her neck, and sobbed into her shoulder.

Feeling hot tears fall into the crook of her neck, the person who had her eyes closed suddenly opened them. A smile touched her lips as she pushed her head up.

“Weren’t we just acting? What are you crying for?”

Song Yuhang wiped her tears. “Seeing you hurt, it was a genuine display of emotion.”

“Oh, please. So fake.” Lin Yan sat up from her embrace and wiped her neck with her hand, letting out a soft hiss.

The blood was real, and the pain was definitely real.

Song Yuhang pulled a bandage out of a pocket on the sleeve of her jacket and wrapped it for her.

“Don’t move. We need to go to the hospital. Seeing that knife at your neck, I was really scared. I never want to act in a scene like that again.”

Lin Yan tilted her head up, letting her tend to the wound.

As she wrapped the bandage, Song Yuhang asked, “By the way, where did you hide the USB drive?”

Somehow, she had prevented the man in black from finding it. She had guarded that backpack so fiercely, not forgetting to carry it with her even in a life-or-death situation, so it naturally became the target.

A roguish smile appeared on Lin Yan’s lips as she pulled it out from inside her bra. “Right here.”

Song Yuhang looked down, and the corner of her mouth twitched. “…”

So, this is the benefit of having a large chest?

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Not far away, the motorcycle turned onto a secluded path, weaving through the mountain forest.

The man in black looked at the lush woods behind him and thought to himself: I’m safe.

Before he could even let out a sigh of relief, the rider hit the brakes, stopping in a pile of fallen leaves.

He shoved the person in front. “Why did you stop? Keep going!”

The rider turned around, their face under the helmet expressionless.

The man in black’s heart lurched.

A loud gunshot startled the sparrows resting in the forest, sending them flying.

Specks of blood splattered onto the fallen leaves.

There was a clean hole in the man in black’s forehead.

The rider pulled the backpack from his arms.

On the mountaintop.

A bottle of red wine sat on the hood of a sports car.

A man savored it slowly from a wine glass, thoroughly enjoying the winter sun.

“Young Master, we’ve got it.”

The rider spoke as they plugged the USB drive into a computer. An audio file popped up. They clicked on it with some excitement.

“Little, oh little boy, with his schoolbag goes to school, not afraid of the sun’s glare, nor the wind and rain’s despair…”

The rider’s face instantly turned pale. They rummaged through the backpack they had retrieved, pulling out a piece of paper that was also blank. They flipped it over.

A few large words were written on the back: Haha, are you a pig?

They dropped to their knees with a thud. “Young Master, I’m sorry, Young Master…”

And the song continued to play: “—only fears the teacher’s scolding for being lazy, with no face to see mom and dad—”

The man gradually tightened his grip on the wine glass, his expression grim. He swept the computer to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

“F#ck, tricked again.”

“Young Master, Young Master, please give me another chance, Young Master—” the rider wailed, but was quickly hauled up by several attendants.

A metal case was opened. A staff member in a suit and gloves took out a syringe, drew a large amount of blue liquid from a vial, and approached him step by step.

An old man, leaning on a cane, walked past the rider, who was now convulsing, twitching all over, and foaming at the mouth.

“See? I told you. She’s not that easy to deal with. Cunning, very cunning.”

The man drained the wine in his glass in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the hood of the car.

“You still show her mercy, which is cutting off your own path of retreat. Our goods are about to hit the market. When that time comes, we’ll have an inexhaustible supply of money. Why worry about not finding a good woman?”

The old man stood shoulder to shoulder with him, bathed in the sunset, watching the tide rise and fall on the sea’s surface. He patted his shoulder.

His face, which looked as if it were carved by a knife and axe, bore a slight resemblance to his.

“You’re still young. When you reach my age, you’ll understand that in this world, things like brotherly bonds, love, affection… in the face of so-called money, they’re all just sh#t.”

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The strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital made Lin Yan feel physically uncomfortable. Her fingers tugged at the corner of her clothes.

“I don’t want to be hospitalized. I want to go home.”

Song Yuhang pushed her down. “No. Stay for a few days, then go back. It just so happens you haven’t had a check-up in a while. You lie down for a bit, I’ll go pay the fees.”

Sensing that she was about to leave, Lin Yan slid off the bed in a flash, leaped onto her, hung from her neck, and wrapped her legs tightly around her waist.

Afraid she would fall, Song Yuhang had no choice but to support her.

Lin Yan hung on her, her head buried in the crook of her neck. “I don’t want to be hospitalized. I want to go home.”

This time, her tone was softer, with a hint of coquettishness.

Song Yuhang put on a stern face. “No—”

Lin Yan started to throw a tantrum, which was her specialty.

“I don’t want to! If you make me stay, I’ll just hold onto you like this and not let go. If you’ve got the guts, then carry me like this to pay the fees, carry me to work, and let the entire bureau know we’re a couple, and that you, the great Captain Song, are a henpecked wife³.”

Song Yuhang was exasperated, pinching the back of her neck. “You’re getting lawless.”

Lin Yan buried her head and nuzzled against her neck, like a small animal seeking warmth, and softened her voice to plead with her.

“I don’t want to sleep in the hospital, it’s uncomfortable and I can’t sleep. I want to go home, Song Yuhang, okay?”

Her head burrowed into her neck, warm and toasty, and her hair tickled her face.

Both her tone and her actions revealed a complete sense of attachment.

How could anyone bear to refuse a Lin Yan like this?

Song Yuhang sighed quietly in her heart. She looks like a strong woman on the surface, but in reality, she’s just a child who is extremely lacking in warmth and craves a sense of security.

She rubbed her nose against hers and nudged her head up. “Fine. But we have to see the doctor first, get the medicine, and have him say you can go home to rest. Then we’ll go home.”

Lin Yan smiled radiantly and pecked her on the lips. “Okay.”

Song Yuhang hoisted her up, freeing a hand to open the door of the hospital room.

Lin Yan was aghast. “What are you doing?!”

Song Yuhang just carried her out openly, as if carrying a child.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to carry you like this to pay the fees?”

Lin Yan roared, “Ahhh, put me down, you bastard!!!”

When passersby cast strange glances their way, she instantly fell silent, burying her face in Song Yuhang’s neck with a blush, like a shy quail.

Song Yuhang chuckled, patting her head. She knocked on the doctor’s office door and plonked her down on a chair.

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By the time they got home, neither of them had eaten much all day and were famished.

Song Yuhang put her down to go cook. Lin Yan washed her hands and slowly shuffled to her side.

Seeing that her expression was still a bit sour, she figured she was still unhappy about her insistence on going home.

Lin Yan picked up a green vegetable. “I’ll help you pick the vegetables.”

Song Yuhang: “…Those are the vegetable hearts I just finished picking.”

“What about this? I’ll help you peel it!”

Lin Yan aggressively picked up a washed cucumber, ready to start peeling.

The corner of Song Yuhang’s mouth twitched as she snatched it away. “…I was going to use that for a cold salad, why would you peel it!”

If she were to apply her divine craftsmanship⁴, they could forget about eating tonight.

Lin Yan dragged out an “Oh,” not without a sense of disappointment.

Song Yuhang took a moment to glance at her. The gauze wrapped around her neck was still a bit shocking to see.

She averted her gaze. “If you want to help, then don’t cause trouble. Go fill the bathtub.”

Lin Yan scampered off and came back.

“And then?”

Song Yuhang wasn’t really angry with her, just worried about her health. She fed her a piece of freshly cut cucumber.

“Stay put. Be my taste-tester, my little guinea pig.”

“I like this job.”

Lin Yan rubbed her hands excitedly and circled around her.

While cooking, Song Yuhang chatted with her off and on, feeding her something to eat from time to time.

As night fell, the large villa was brightly lit, and the sounds of laughter and chatter dispelled the winter chill.

When all the dishes were ready, Song Yuhang turned off the stove, washed her hands, and turned to hug her.

“Don’t you think we’re missing something?”

Lin Yan had just finished a coke-braised chicken wing and was licking her fingers. She looked up at her. “Missing what?”

Song Yuhang looked at her face, her own reflection mirrored in those clear pupils.

She lowered her head and smiled, their noses touching.

“We’re missing a pet running around our feet, or—”

She paused slightly. “A child.”

In her fervent gaze, Lin Yan’s face turned red, and she began to cough violently. “Cough, cough, cough—”

A child… isn’t that a bit too soon?

Song Yuhang patted her back gently. “No rush. I can be the one to give birth, too.”

Lin Yan smeared her oily hands all over her face, squishing and kneading it, then turned and walked away.

“In your dreams, this old lady is DINK⁵.”

Song Yuhang’s face fell. She quickly chased after her. “No way, Lin Yan, Yanyan, listen to me…”

After dinner, Lin Yan went to take a bath. As she soaked in the tub, her neck, which couldn’t get wet because of the injury, had to be kept out of the water. She looked exactly like a long-necked goose with its head drooping over the side of the tub.

Song Yuhang couldn’t help but laugh. She moved the shower gel, shampoo, and other items from the high shelf to within her reach.

“Alright, Miss Lin, just lie there. I’ll wash your hair for you.”

Lin Yan rolled over, like a wild beast exposing its softest fur.

Song Yuhang squatted down, wet her hair with the showerhead, and was working up a handful of foam when the phone rang. She fumbled to get it out.

“Mom?”

Since both her hands were occupied, she could only press the speakerphone button and place it on a stool.

Mother Song’s aged voice came from the receiver. “Yuhang, next week is New Year’s Eve. Bring Yanyan home for dinner.”

Lin Yan froze, quickly turning over and pulling herself to the edge of the tub, looking at her in disbelief.

A smile appeared on Song Yuhang’s lips. “Okay, Mom. I’ll go tell her.”

She turned her head to look at her lover, her light brown eyes rippling with soft affection.

“Yanyan… she’ll come.”

After the call ended.

Mother Song took off her reading glasses and sighed deeply. On the table were clippings she had recently cut out from the newspaper—all content related to homosexuality.

She didn’t know how to use the internet and didn’t watch much TV, so she used the most old-fashioned method to slowly understand her daughter and try to comprehend their love.

The old woman rubbed her eyes, which were slightly red. Under the dim yellow light, she rose unsteadily and walked towards the kitchen.

Since they were both coming back for New Year’s Eve dinner, she had to start preparing now.

The vegetables that needed to be bought should be bought and stored in advance, and the meat that needed to be marinated should be marinated ahead of time, so it would be ready to cook then.

After all, this was the first time Lin Yan was visiting their home as Song Yuhang’s girlfriend. It had to be a grand occasion.

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Re-translated on June 22, 2025

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