Mr. Zhao hurriedly picked it up, carefully pieced it together, and laid it on the bed. There were a total of six photos that could rival the screenshots from Sapporo action movies—each one was a close-up of genitalia.
Although there were no faces shown, you could see a mole on the right little finger and the shape of the nails. Zhou Ning was certain that this was He Jiahong, but she didn’t know whether He Jiahong had cooperated willingly or had been forced to pose for these photos. Such explicit poses were shocking.
Sun Gaotie was already having a hard ti articulating, gesturing for quite so ti before saying,
"Boss, these photos of He Jiahong... They must’ve been taken under coercion, right? If she wasn’t being threatened, why would she cooperate willingly? She’d be no different from those AV actresses... she... she’s still a student. If we go by the tiline, these must have been taken at the latest during the Spring Festival when she was at ho. Then... then... then.."
Mr. Zhao pushed Sun Gaotie’s hands away, his expression turning more serious.
"Stop prattling and keep looking. See if there’s anything else suspicious in the house. Oh, and gifts, see if there are any particular gifts."
Mr. Yang continued the search with them. Seeing the crowd disperse, Zhou Ning interlaced her fingers, tightened her gloves, and then picked up the assembled photos, studying them intently.
The angle of the shots was from above, showing the point of union. The woman’s hand was placed at the root of the thigh, while the man had withdrawn slightly, burying himself in part. It is safe to say that the photos were taken from a very seductive angle, and it was clear that the photos were taken from a male perspective.
Yet, as Zhou Ning looked at the male genitalia, he slightly furrowed his brows.
Mr. Zhao, visibly intrigued, noted Zhou Ning’s expression, glanced at the photos, then back at Zhou Ning’s face.
"What’s up, did you notice sothing?"
"The man’s pubic hair is light in color, and his skin is excessively pale. This is not a retouched photo, but an instant photo that appeared on the spot, with a faint watermark date on it. It’s from August 17, 2012.
These few are from February 12, 2013, and February 14, 2013. The earlier ones are easy to understand; that would be during the sumr vacation. The latter dates are during the New Year, around the third day of the first lunar month, right?"
Mr. Zhao practically pressed his face against the photos but couldn’t make out anything unusual and quickly handed Zhou Ning a magnifying glass. Zhou Ning didn’t refuse and inspected each photo closely.
Fang Mu was sowhat embarrassed, as it was his first ti dealing with such a case. Seeing Zhou Ning’s seriousness, he also suppressed his embarrassnt and leaned in closer.
"Director Zhou, did you find anything?"
Zhou Ning nodded.
"In these photos, the female is the sa person. Judging by the mole on the finger and the shape of the nails, we can determine that this person is He Jiahong. As for the male, I believe... there are two different n."
This statent dropped like a bombshell, causing everyone to gasp. Fang Mu’s expression paused.
"Two people? I didn’t notice any difference though?"
"Look here, as I just ntioned, the pubic hair is light in color. This is an instant photo, which can’t be edited, and the photo appears imdiately after taking it. But the lower abdon of the two n, one has a faint scar on the right lower abdon, while the other does not.
I suspect that the person with the scar had an inguinal hernia surgery on the right side, and it was done at a very young age. As for the light color, I think all the hairs on their bodies would have a light color.
Also accompanied by excessively pale skin, this color is different from Caucasians. It should be due to a lack of tyrosinase or a malfunction that causes a deficiency in lanin or a disruption in its synthesis—in layman’s terms, albinism.
However, their condition is very mild. With such a mild case of albinism occurring simultaneously, I suspect these two individuals are relatives. As for whether they carry the maternal gene or acquired it from the paternal side, that would require comparison."
Mr. Zhao’s eyes bulged as he recalled the information he had just found about Zhu Xiaoxia having twin brothers. He couldn’t help but connect this with the partial photos they’d discovered and their distinct features. He quickly pulled out his police terminal to look up the information he had just searched.
"Could it be the Zhu family twins? Do these two look like mild albinism patients to you?"
Zhou Ning looked at the identity photos that Mr. Zhao raised. Zhu Xiaoguang and Zhu Xiaoming looked nearly identical, except for different hairstyles. From the photos, both had brown hair, their eyebrows were not thick, and the color wasn’t light. Their facial skin was pale with noticeable freckles on the cheekbones, and their pupils were light brown, but still within the norm.
However, having found to this extent, the resemblance was very high. Zhou Ning nodded faintly and said,
"Liu Da went to check; let’s have a look. We found two DNA samples with a very high similarity in He Jiahong’s body. A blood sample comparison will tell us if it’s them. This is the most direct thod."
Fang Mu nodded eagerly, grabbing his phone to make a call, barely concealing his excitent.
Zhou Ning, however, calmly flipped open a diary, which mostly contained a young girl’s daily records. There weren’t entries every day, but occasionally, most were about her being bullied or chased and cursed at.
The journal entry from June 21, 2011, noted that a few days prior, a senior boy had lifted her clothes to see the color of her underwear, frightening He Jiahong. She went to a teacher, hoping to adjust the monitoring, but the teacher blad her instead, scolding her for wearing thin clothes—if she had been wearing the school uniform, nobody would have peered at her. He Jiahong felt extrely wronged.
She didn’t ntion this incident to her friends because both of them were attending make-up classes during the holiday and she didn’t want to interrupt their progress. The night she ca ho, she stood on the bridge, feeling an urge to jump.
Zhou Ning quickly turned the pages. During the sumr vacation, there was a line without a specified date.
Xiaoxia said her brother beat up the idiot from the eleventh class of second year for , broke his leg, and the other side demanded compensation. Xiaoxia said her brother had settled it and told not to worry, how touched I am!!!
Three exclamation marks, I can feel He Jiahong’s excitent. I bet that ’idiot’ from Class 11 of the high school’s second-year might be the one who lifted her clothes, but the teacher’s handling of it left Zhou Ning unsettled for a long ti. Wasn’t this a typical case of blaming the victim?
The following entries were shorter, all about moods, gifts, and food. However, the details revealed that the girl was experiencing her first brush with love. She ntioned smiling foolishly from ti to ti and seeing him peeping at her from outside the school walls during training.
Everything written was sugary sweet; after all, from the beginning, this diary had been a ’trash can’, recording mostly her unhappiness. So, she did not want to put her happiness in it, perhaps it would be sacrilege.
Flipping casually to a page with more words, Zhou Ning stopped turning the pages. So parts of this page had been perforated by a pen, with ssy handwriting, and there were also dried stains left by so liquid. He Jiahong had cried. Zhou Ning quickly read the content.
Skipping over the first half filled with descriptions of her mood and emotional outbursts, the main content ca afterward.
He was embracing that girl, his hand on her waist. I knew she was the Freshman Class’s belle; she’s very pretty and has fairer skin than I do, at least fairer than mine. I’ve beco dark and thin due to the recent training, not at all his type. I shouldn’t have chosen to be a PE student.
It seed all his sweet nothings were just to win over. Once he really got , he didn’t treasure at all. I want revenge, to take it out on soone he’s closest to!
There was an angry emoticon drawn next, and Zhou Ning squinted his eyes. The date written at the end of this diary entry was August 10, 2012.
This date was very close to when the instant photos were taken. Could it be...
The subsequent entries were pitifully few and lacked any ntion of ’him’. The most significant word used was ’they’.
What should I do?
They’ve given a choice, but how should I choose?
I want to go to university, make my parents proud, earn a lot of money to treat my mother, beco the child other parents refer to, and make them regret.
There were only two more entries after that. One was about New Year’s: she wanted to give her coach a gift. Her father had given her a thousand renminbi, and she wasn’t sure what to buy, feeling bad about spending the money and eventually deciding to just give the cash as a gift.
On the very last page, there was only one sentence: He Jiahong, you must get into Qingbei University, find the best boy in Hua Country, and live a happy life. Keep it up!
That was the end of the diary, with no records of any phone numbers at the back.
There wasn’t much useful information inside, mostly just her grumbling, writing about her sadness and her experiences of being hurt.
Based on the tiline, if these photo-taking sessions with n were painful mories for her or simply bad mories, they would surely be ntioned in this diary. But since they’re not, does that an He Jiahong’s interactions with ’him’ were consensual, and moreover, that she agreed to those monts?
Mr. Zhao leaned in, glancing at the diary.
"What did the young girl write? Any valuable information?"
Zhou Ning shook his head.
"No. But it ntions that in her first year of high school, soone lifted her clothes, the teachers didn’t do anything, and Zhu Xiaoxia’s brother stood up for her, beat up the culprit and even compensated them for dical expenses. Then it moved on to her liking a boy who later found soone else. He Jiahong then got together with the person the boy cared about the most."
Mr. Zhao’s eyes seed to whirl with confusion as he blinked in bewildernt.
"A love triangle?"
"Not exactly. Let’s wrap up the investigation and leave. According to the diary, not many in the village left a good impression on her. Tang Jianghai seems to be the only one who didn’t look down on her."
Mr. Zhao called out, and Yang Xuetong and the others gathered around. Sun Gaotie was holding a bag containing several dolls.
"Boss, these dolls have dates written on the bottom with a carbon pen: 2.12, 2.14, 8.17. I don’t know what they an," he said.
Mr. Zhao clicked his tongue.
"February 14 is Valentine’s Day. What’s there not to know? As for the other two... damn, aren’t those the dates recorded on the instant photos?"
Zhou Ning nodded, motioning for Sun Gaotie to co closer to examine the dolls, so of which looked quite similar.
"Send them back for sampling. These three dates match the dates on the instant photos. If soone else collected these for He Jiahong, there might be DNA left on them, assuming they haven’t been washed. It all depends on how lucky we are," he stated.
Fang Mu walked over, took the bag, and Sun Gaotie quickly wrote on it, marking it with information about the content to be tested before letting go.
"Director Zhou, I’ll send soone to submit this for testing. Shall we et up with Liu Da now?" Fang Mu inquired.
Zhou Ning nodded.
"Let’s go. To the auto repair shop. I want to et those twins. Also, has the owner of the apartnt at the Salt Industry Company Building 2, Unit 5, Floor not arrived yet?"
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