"He Sheng, I've noticed you've grown quite a bit. Just a few years ago, you were still a... well, cough, cough. But you were already amazing in college!"
"That's all in the past, Director Zhang. Honestly, in high school, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Everything became a turning point because of that incident, and then after my parents passed away, my resolve only strengthened."
"Yes, I haven't been keeping constant tabs on you, but I heard from Director Huang. You, my dear, are fearless. Every case, you always charge to the front, even when it's not necessary."
"As the team leader, I have to be in front of everyone. How else can they be convinced by me?"
"Hmm, alright. You always get so animated when this topic comes up."
In the afternoon, reporters surrounded me, asking for more case details. I really worried they'd turn my life into a TV drama again; the incident with the historical drama was still vivid in my memory.
I really didn't want to get involved in such messy affairs. Fortunately, they didn't pursue that. After asking some questions and taking notes, they left.
Watching their retreating figures, He Xin suddenly stood up and walked over to me. "What you said just now is quite far from the truth!"
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"Heh heh, that's interesting. But it sounds more dramatic this way. I'm sure audiences and readers will like it even more."
I didn't say anything, watching the last rays of the setting sun. With my hands behind my head, I finally relaxed. I couldn't help but hum a tune, the song of a People's Criminal Police.
"My Dearest You": How many times have I waited for you in my lonely room, waiting for news of your safe return home. Just thinking of your dangerous case-solving experiences...
As I sang, I seemed to see my grandfather, and my parents at the provincial department, wearing their police uniforms, saluting me...
Later, I discovered that short video, a micro-movie, was titled "My Dearest You." It essentially depicted how I solved cases and served the people. However, on the very night the work was broadcast, a rather peculiar homicide was discovered at the Chenglong Craft Factory.
When the report came in, it was already past 10 PM. I was in the police dormitory. Upon receiving the notification, I immediately transitioned from a relaxed state back into one of determined action.
The Chenglong Craft Factory is located in Yuanhe Town, Guangming City, on Fudong East Road. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw the factory surrounded by numerous criminal investigators. The scene was cordoned off with a police line. Liu Yuning and Gao Mingqiang were already waiting. Seeing me arrive, they waved me over to enter the scene together.
The victim was found inside a cutting machine. His entire body was embedded in countless blades. The machine had been operating before, and it only stopped when the power was cut.
Many factory workers dared not approach the body, only observing from a distance.
The factory manager, Boss Tan, was being questioned by Xia Hou Tengfei.
Xiao Yuande had resumed his normal duties after the previous incident and was not prosecuted. I didn't know the specifics, but it was likely due to his sincere attitude, resulting only in a demotion.
Of course, he remained in my team. Xiao Yuande and several forensic technicians were meticulously examining the scene with precision instruments. Meanwhile, Xie Chuchu, Zhang Keying, and I approached the body. Many officers had already taken photographs of the scene.
"This body reminds me of an incident from the past, something about a live broadcast. We found a body in some machine back then!"
"Yes, that was a blender, wasn't it? Look at this body now; it's in at least a dozen pieces. There are clear cutting marks on the neck, shoulders, limbs, and torso. From the muscle contraction in the deepest neck wound, it's evident that the victim was placed in the machine and cut after death!" Zhang Keying said.
"I agree. Let's be careful and avoid touching the blades," I said. The forensic team began to help us move the body parts, working cautiously until the entire human body was removed.
Fortunately, the body was complete, merely dismembered. We reassembled the body loosely. An initial estimate indicated the victim was 1.69 meters tall, male, with dry, purplish skin and green fingernails. My first impression was that the person had also been poisoned.
Xie Chuchu used a speculum to open the victim's mouth, and a strong, peculiar odor wafted out. I leaned in to smell it, and my stomach churned, but I managed to hold it in.
At this moment, Zhang Keying calmly said, "Is this garlic?"
"It seems to be garlic. How strange, why would someone feed the victim so much garlic?" Xie Chuchu looked puzzled.
"Garlic can mask the smell of decomposition and kill bacteria. This makes me think of corpse fumigation. Could the body have been hidden by the killer?" Zhang Keying analyzed.
I nodded. "Haven't you noticed the bruises on the victim's spine, consistent with prolonged contact with a wall? His wrists and ankles were bound. He was likely alive then and brought here to be dismembered after death."
"But why didn't they just bury him somewhere? Putting him in a place like this is practically inviting discovery," Gao Mingqiang, who was standing nearby, interjected.
I thought the same. It meant he had only one purpose: to be seen by us, to showcase the brilliance of his 'work' and simultaneously imply that the police could do nothing to him.
I met everyone's gaze. Perhaps due to our numerous past cases, we now easily reached a shared understanding. I finally felt a certain ingrained tendency within the Crime Punishment Team. It seemed this team was truly beginning to meld together. After so many years, our team finally achieved this level of cooperation.
I stood up. "We'll discuss the detailed autopsy work later. What has everyone found?"
My question was clearly directed at the scene investigators. They reported back: "There are too many footprints and fingerprints, but we've collected them all. There are over a dozen possibilities near this machine."
"Let's start by comparing them with the factory personnel. Also, does anyone recognize this victim?" I looked towards the factory workers.
They all shook their heads. I could tell they weren't lying.
I sent the photos I'd taken earlier to He Xin, hoping she could quickly identify the victim, as the male victim's face was still intact.
Upon returning to the provincial department, a male corpse lay quietly on the autopsy table. Our dissection work was now almost entirely completed here. Sometimes, when busy, we even borrowed personnel from the provincial department.