"Captain Pei." An officer at the scene handed over a transparent evidence bag. "These are the bullet casings found at the scene. The scanned images have already been sent to the evidence examination department. They said the bullet type is very unusual, so we should be able to trace its origin soon."
Pei Xiangjin frowned and glanced at the bag. After a long while, he seemed to realize something and roared, "Where's Yu Yili?! His body's been cold twice over!"
"Hey! They're here!"
Just then, a young man wearing a white coat and a mask hurriedly squeezed through the police cordon amidst the shouts of cursing:
"Sorry, Lao Pei, I found out before I left that the picture frame at home was crooked. I spent ages fixing it, but it still didn't feel right. It bothered me so much."
This man is Yu Yili, the chief forensic doctor of the security department. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder that is so severe that it affects his work, but he has kept his job because of his excellent work skills and abilities.
Upon arriving at the scene, he did not rush to examine the body, but instead lowered his head and painfully adjusted the rubber gloves on his hands.
Upon seeing this, Pei Xiangjin's face instantly darkened. He grabbed the man's collar and forced him to look directly into his eyes: "Don't look. It's perfectly symmetrical. Even the folds are exactly the same."
Yu Yili's expression melted: "Really? Then can you lift me with both hands? That would make me feel more comfortable..."
Seeing Pei Xiangjin's fist hardening, Yu Yili quickly reached out to straighten his police uniform collar before taking a deep breath and bowing his head to examine the body.
Upon coming into contact with a dead person, all of Yu Yili's strange ailments seemed to disappear.
He examined the corpse's skin and checked the biceps' response to stimulation, quickly making a judgment:
"The upper limbs of the body showed signs of rigor mortis, the lividity faded when pressed, and the cornea was still clear. The preliminary judgment is that the time of death was between six and eight hours ago, which is between 10 pm and midnight last night."
He took several photos with his camera, then carefully examined the corpse's wounds, mouth, eyelids, etc., made careful notes, and then fell into a brief silence.
He didn't rush to conclusions, but stood up and said, "The cause of death is still uncertain. Let's pack up and take it back for an autopsy."
After saying that, he looked up and began to anxiously straighten his clothes again.
At this moment, the police officers at the scene arrived again: "Captain Pei, we have received news from the evidence examination department that the gun model corresponding to the bullet casing should have been identified."
"You might need to make a trip to the AI Management Bureau in person..."
He traced a line with his finger in front of him, and a pale, gaunt face was projected onto the screen—
"The suspect this time seems to be their top courtesan."
Fifteen minutes later, in a nearby residential area, at the home of a well-known top executive of the AI Management Bureau.
When Yi Heye got up, he still looked irritable from not sleeping well, and the rude knocking on the door only made him more annoyed.
But his morning grumpiness did not diminish his vigilance. Before even opening the door, he sensed something was amiss, so he instinctively grabbed a gun and hid it in the cuff of his pajamas for self-defense.
He thought he was mentally prepared, but when he looked through the peephole and saw the scene on the other side of the door, he couldn't help but frown—why were there so many cops?
Yi Heye briefly observed the policeman at the front. He was knocking on the door with his left hand and hiding his right hand behind his back, clearly ready to pull out a gun and shoot him in the head at any moment.
So he flung open the door and, a split second before the other person could raise their hand, swiftly twisted their wrist.
Although Yi Heye looks young, his strength is quite astonishing. With a speed that is almost imperceptible to the naked eye, he completely controls the movements of the police officers at the door.
With a cry of pain, the policeman dropped his gun. Yi Heye quickly kicked the gun into the house and used his arm to grab the man.
A second before the police raised their guns, he had already pointed the muzzle at the hostage's forehead.
Yi Heye, holding the trembling policeman by the reins, looked at the row of dark gun barrels in the corridor and coldly asked, "What is it?"
A young police chief stepped out from the crowd and gestured to his subordinates: "Everyone, put your guns down."
After the synchronized movements, he looked at Yi Heye and his hostages: "Put down your guns too, let's talk this out."
Yi Heye remained unmoved: "What is it?"
The sheriff realized he had no intention of firing, so he walked right up to him and reached out to grasp the barrel of his gun.
As the young police officer trembled violently, the police chief carefully tucked Yi Heye's gun back into his pajama pocket, as if coaxing a disobedient child.
Seeing that Yi Heye did not strongly resist, the young police chief extended his right hand again: "Hello, Pei Xiangjin from the Security Section."
Yi Heye didn't shake hands with him or introduce himself; he just looked at him warily.
“Last night, a murder occurred in our jurisdiction,” Pei Xiangjin said. “According to our investigation, you are the prime suspect in this case, and we now need your cooperation.”
After pondering this sentence over and over in his mind three times, Yi Heye finally understood what the "gift" SHEEP had prepared for him was.
Last night, a murder occurred in District D13. The location was the dirty street where Yi Heye had been last night. The deceased was a drug-addicted strongman whom Yi Heye had met during his "doomsday theory" discussion last night. The bullet casings left at the scene were the same type as the "Silver Key" that Yi Heye had recently acquired.
The entire crime scene practically screamed "Yi Heye is the murderer" on the corpse's face.
Damn it, Yi Heye was so angry he almost laughed. This guy was even more cunning than he had imagined.
“Last night, I was carrying out an arrest operation,” Yi Heye said. “Those alleys are monitored.”
Pei Xiangjin shook his head: "The surveillance footage near the scene can only show that you entered and exited the area at the time of the incident. All the surveillance footage that captured the scene has been destroyed in advance."
Yi Heye: "I was reported by the public last night. You can check the back office to see if there are any eyewitnesses."
Pei Xiangjin: "We have already verified the whistleblower's information, but it's a dead number and has no reference value whatsoever."
The implication is that he could very well have reported himself to create an alibi.
This is the ultimate example of framing someone.
"In any case, we'll have to trouble Mr. Yi to come with us to the department."
Pei Xiangjin smiled, stretched out his arm, and seemingly casually put his arm around Yi Heye's shoulder, but in fact he was forcefully suppressing Yi Heye's movements and guarding against any counterattacks from him.
Yi Heye disliked direct physical contact with people. Just as he was about to deliver a judo throw, he heard a familiar voice from outside the door:
"Isn't your security department's enforcement method a bit too impolite?"
Yi Heye suddenly looked up and saw the young police trainee on guard duty standing to one side, while a tall, slender, and refined man was leading a large sheep and smiling at them from the doorway: "Our dear commander looks very uncomfortable."
For some reason, Yi Heye saw a hint of murderous intent behind the man's glasses, but this time the murderous gaze was not directed at him, but at Pei Xiangjin beside him, or more precisely, at the hand Pei Xiangjin had on his shoulder.
Almost instinctively, Pei Xiangjin released Yi Heye from under his arm, and the police officers on the side also instinctively took a step back.
Seeing the two separate, the man's expression softened again: "Mr. 404 was with me last night."
Pei Xiangjin stared at him for a few seconds, then cautiously extended her hand to the man. "Hello, I'm Pei Xiangjin from the Security Department. May I ask who you are?"
"My name is Jian Yunxian." The man smiled, his gaze fixed directly on Yi Heye's face. "I came here specifically to see this disobedient little leopard."
Author's Note:
Quiz (No Prize): In this chapter, how many different nicknames did Jian Yunxian use for Ye Bao?
Chapter 5, No. 005
The moment his eyes met those emerald green ones, an undisguised excitement stirred within Yi Heye—
He always regarded this as his biological instinct for finding prey.
He stared at Jian Yunxian, looking him up and down, his body already itching to pick up the gun, smash his head, and watch his blood splatter everywhere.
At that moment, the other person met his gaze and gave him a polite smile:
“Mr. Yi, if you keep looking at me like that, I can’t help but overthink things.”
Putting aside the prey, this guy's words are just too infuriating.
Yi Heye suppressed his anger, but the health bracelet on his wrist betrayed him: "Warning! Seriously abnormal heart rate and blood pressure detected, please..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yi Heye quickly turned off the voice recorder, ripped off the bracelet in a few quick movements, and threw it angrily onto the sofa.
Jian Yunxian didn't speak, but his thoughtful silence made Yi Heye feel even more like he was being publicly executed.
After observing Pei Xiangjin for a while, he finally spoke, his tone quite aggressive: "Mr. Jian, if I remember correctly, I did not disclose any details about the time of the incident."
Jian Yunxian: "After 9:30 last night, I stayed with this little leopard the whole time."
These words were rather ambiguous, and the police officers on the side couldn't help but whisper and gossip among themselves. Yi Heye's ears turned red from the gossip, and he wished he could reach out and strangle him.
What do you mean by "always together"? They only briefly met. Yi Heye felt even angrier than being falsely accused of murder.
But in order to avoid being taken away by the cops, Yi Heye gritted his teeth and acquiesced to what he said.
Pei Xiangjin: "Then, Mr. Jian, could you please tell us where you and this superior were and what you were doing between 10 PM and midnight last night?"
Jian Yunxian bent down and patted the big fat sheep on the ground. The sheep bleated, and then a holographic projection popped up on its forehead.
On the screen, the online clock showed the time as 11:15 PM last night. Yi Heye appeared in the center of the screen, his pale face illuminated by the neon lights behind him.
"Nice hands, Mr. 404." A man's voice said to him off-screen, "Don't bring them to porn shows again next time."
The video contained only a short sentence, yet it was enough to leave those around it speechless with emotion.
Under the mocking gazes of those around him, Yi Heye's head throbbed with anxiety—
They deliberately chose this particular segment; even someone familiar with Xiaoming's braking technique would know this person did it on purpose.
Just as Pei Xiangjin was about to voice some questions, she received a call from Yu Yili.
No one knew better than Pei Xiangjin how slow Yu the forensic doctor was. This guy, who usually didn't wait until the last second to submit his report, actually called ahead of time, which must be something extremely urgent.
"Hey? Old Pei?" Yu Yili said, "Come back first."
Pei Xiangjin glanced at Yi Heye, frowned, and turned around: "What do you mean?"
Yu Yili: "The amount of bleeding at the scene was not large, there was no obvious blood in the body's respiratory tract, and no red blood cells were detected in the lymph sinuses of the lymph nodes in the bleeding area..."
Pei Xiangjin interrupted him: "Give me your conclusion."
Yu Yili: "The lack of obvious signs of life on the body indicates that the gun was fired after death. The cause of death was not gunshot, but sudden cardiac death."
Pei Xiangjin frowned: "Another sudden cardiac death?"
“Yes.” Yu Yili took a deep breath. “However, the situation this time is more complicated. I don’t think we can rule out human factors. Give me a little more time, I need to do a more comprehensive examination.”
Upon hearing that human error could not be ruled out, Pei Xiangjin's eyes lit up, and she continued, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Yu Yili hesitated for a moment: "Old Pei, there's something else..."
Pei Xiangjin listened intently: "What is it?"
"I want to change my name," Yu Yili said painfully. "I want to be called Yu Yiyu. You don't know how much I feel like throwing up every time I sign my name and see that it's not symmetrical..."
"Changing your name to Yu Yiyu won't help. Haven't you noticed that the character 'Yu' is inherently asymmetrical?" Pei Xiangjin sneered. "Perhaps you could try changing your name to Wang Yiwang, but it depends on whether you're willing to make this decision that goes against your ancestors."
Upon hearing this, Yu Yili wailed on the other end of the phone, "You're a devil! You make me feel like a flawed product!!"
Pei Xiangjin, who had just finished grinding the millstone and then killed the donkey, hung up the phone, turned around, and glanced at Yi Heye, whose face was full of frost.