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As soon as they stepped into the cordoned-off cri scene, a strong stench of blood imdiately assaulted their senses. From afar, one could see a barren tree atop the mountain, where a young nude female corpse was hanging. Her abdon had been brutally sliced open right down the middle—a grotesque and bloody sight!
"Urgh—"
Ye Shanshan had never witnessed anything of this nature before and imdiately vomited so hard she nearly brought up bile.
"I told you not to ddle blindly. Get back into the car and sit tight," Han Ruobing scolded Ye Shanshan before heading toward Zhang Zhixue with Yan Xiaobao in tow.
Binhai Heroine Ye Shanshan, now trembling and weak after throwing up, had no choice but to swallow her pride and obediently return to Han Ruobing’s car.
After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Zhixue furrowed his brows tightly and said, "At noon, in the afternoon, and again in the evening—three eerily similar nude female corpses were found consecutively today alone. This is an outright provocation against our Binhai Patrol Office! Lord Prefect has issued strict orders demanding we solve this case imdiately!"
"Understood!"
Han Ruobing snapped to attention before turning to question the officers responsible for examining the site, "Have you found anything?"
"The perpetrator is exceptionally brutal and cunning, with strong counter-surveillance capabilities. Not much useful evidence was left behind, and the thods of murder are inhumane—likely soone killing purely for the sake of killing!"
Han Ruobing’s heart tensed imdiately. The idea of killing for the sake of killing, unlike cases involving grudges, romantic motives, or preditated sches, left no traces—and was the hardest type of homicide to solve. Such a killer, driven purely by the thrill of slaughter, bore no connection to their victims, making it incredibly difficult to identify them.
"How can there be no clues?" Yan Xiaobao pointed to the nude female corpse hanging from the tree. "Isn’t it glaringly obvious?"
"Oh?" Zhang Zhixue’s eyes lit up as he quickly asked, "Mr. Yan, what did you notice?"
Yan Xiaobao replied, "The murderer is an East Asian man, roughly 1.7 ters tall, and left-handed."
"How did you know?" asked one of the forensic officers nearby, skeptical yet curious.
Yan Xiaobao gave the officer a sidelong glance, "Why should I tell you?"
"Quit playing gas and speak up!" Han Ruobing gave Yan Xiaobao an exasperated glare. "We’re solving cases here, and what matters are the facts!"
"Oh, Bingbing dear, you want to know too..." Yan Xiaobao grinned mischievously as he leaned closer to Han Ruobing. "Well, if you kiss , I’ll tell you."
"Say it or don’t—fine by !" Han Ruobing huffed, turning her head away angrily.
"Uh..." Zhang Zhixue stepped in, making an attempt to diate. "Mr. Yan, let’s discuss the case first. The rest can be sorted out privately later."
"Alright then." Yan Xiaobao relented, giving Zhang Zhixue so face, and walked over to the female corpse. Gesturing at the wound, he began his explanation:
"The victim’s abdon was sliced twice—once horizontally, asuring about seven inches, and once vertically, asuring around four inches. The cuts are thin and precise, indicating the perpetrator used an extrely sharp blade. Moreover, there wasn’t much blood loss, and the location of the incisions was so exact that the abdon was completely opened up. This indicates the killer is highly skilled in martial arts and possesses considerable knowledge of human anatomy. Most critically, after killing their victim, the murderer extracted all of her internal organs! All the evidence suggests that the killer is an East Asian samurai, and the murder weapon is a katana—a highly sharpened samurai sword."
"Why must it be an East Asian samurai? A martial arts master from China wielding a sharp blade could pull off sothing similar, no?" Han Ruobing couldn’t resist asking out of curiosity.
Yan Xiaobao shook his head. "Chinese sword techniques and East Asian sword techniques are vastly different—it’s easy to distinguish between them. Furthermore, East Asian samurai believe the soul resides in the abdon, which is why they favor disembowelnt as a thod of suicide. By removing the victim’s organs, the killer intends to annihilate her soul along with her body."
Everyone listened to Yan Xiaobao’s explanation with a mix of amazent and anger.
East Asian midgets—nothing if not perverse and vicious!
"Fine, you’re able to deduce from the sword technique that the murderer is an East Asian samurai and a left-handed individual. But how did you determine the killer’s height to be about 1.7 ters?" Han Ruobing continued her inquiry.
"Oh, that’s even simpler." Yan Xiaobao mid holding a sword and demonstrated with a swipe. "The angle at which identical techniques and strength land will differ between soone 1.6 ters and soone 1.8 ters tall. Based on my estimations, the killer is slightly shorter than , but not by much."
"A master truly is a master!" Zhang Zhixue nodded in admiration. "With your assistance, Mr. Yan, the case’s progress will be exponentially expedited. We’re deeply grateful!"
He then commanded his subordinates to mobilize all available resources to conduct an extensive sweep across Binhai, targeting East Asian left-handers approximately 1.7 ters tall.
"All done?" Yan Xiaobao grinned as he approached Han Ruobing, intending to wrap an arm around her slim waist. "Bingbing dear, it’s ti for us to head ho and sleep."
Han Ruobing sidestepped swiftly to avoid him. "You can go wherever you want—I still have work to do."
Yan Xiaobao glanced at Zhang Zhixue, who sighed and said with a resigned smile, "Chief Han, the containnt and search effort will take at least half a day. Take a break; I’m giving you a short leave. Rest and gather your strength—I’ll let you know when it’s ti to apprehend the suspect."
Han Ruobing: "..."
Every ti a case was solved, her superior would issue a direct order for her to accommodate Yan Xiaobao. What had she beco?
Han Ruobing quietly resolved never to bring Yan Xiaobao to another cri scene again. At this rate, her self-respect would be irreparably tarnished.
No matter what, Han Ruobing knew that arguing would be futile this ti; instead, she relented and followed Yan Xiaobao back to the car, biting out coldly: "You want to sleep, do you? Fine! Back to Lijing Hotel—we’ll all sleep together!"
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In the grand suite at Lijing Hotel, the luxurious bed was extraordinarily spacious. Three people could lie side by side without feeling cramped at all—and if they squeezed, there was room for a fourth.
Han Ruobing lay fully clothed, entirely ignoring Yan Xiaobao, her posture giving off the unmistakable impression of preparedness, ready to spring into action at a mont’s notice.
Ye Shanshan, amusingly aware that she’d beco unnecessary, clenched her teeth silently and vowed to uphold her position. She firmly believed that one day she could shed her "reserve" status and stand equal to Han Ruobing.
Yan Xiaobao wanted to sleep with Han Ruobing, but she wouldn’t allow it. Ye Shanshan was willing to sleep with him, but he didn’t feel like it at the mont. Lying between these two cousins left him caught in a rather awkward position.
Fortunately, Yan Xiaobao was one to both persevere and find contentnt easily. So thirty minutes later, Han Ruobing finally relented and allowed him to gently massage her temples to help her relax and sleep.
Being able to stay close to Han Ruobing—to breathe in the faint scent she carried, to feel the warmth emanating through her uniform—made Yan Xiaobao feel quite content.
What’s more, Ye Shanshan’s sporadic intentional leaning against his back wasn’t half-bad either in terms of tactile sensation.
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