Inside the Japanese restaurant, the decor was entirely in traditional style. Several police officers were taking photographs and gathering evidence, while detectives were examining the scene.
"What time do you start work?" a young and handsome officer was taking notes from a few staff members.
"We start at ten," one of them replied.
"Then why did you only call the police now?"
"Officer, our private rooms were all cleaned up before we finished work yesterday. Today we were just preparing for some tasks. If it weren't for a guest suddenly changing to a larger room, we wouldn't have noticed anything amiss." The staff member's voice trembled, still shaken from fear.
Yan Kongyue took a quick glance around, minimizing her presence as she headed straight for the innermost private room. Her movements were swift, following the scent of blood like a leopard hunting at night, weaving through the busy officers who failed to notice her presence.
"Lin Team," one of the detectives asked, "do you think the killer's knife skills indicate special training?" Gu Yan handed over a pair of gloves.
"Do you feel like the killer enjoyed this process?" Lin Zhuo squatted on the tatami, staring at the body on the dining table that resembled a grotesque feast, his brow furrowed.
The intense smell of blood filled the entire room. Strangely enough, it was clean, as if waiting for some distinguished guest to arrive for a banquet. The dining table was at least two meters long, adorned with a body that had been prepared like sashimi. Surrounding it were various fruit platters, vegetable tempura, strips of dried meat, intricately cut entrails, eyeballs soaked in sake, and roasted flesh of a man—colorful and vibrant, with all ingredients fresh.
In the center of the table lay the body; its scalp had been meticulously removed and carved into a cross pattern. In place of its eyes were two flower carvings made from radishes, and its mouth was stuffed with a clump of black substance. The surface of the corpse was covered in thin slices resembling fish scales, each piece uniform in thickness and size as if measured with a ruler. When turned over, they revealed muscle fibers beneath—a shocking sight with their vivid red hue.
"Lin Team," preliminary tests indicate that the deceased is male, aged between thirty and forty years old, identified as a Winter Country national who came to China for business. More detailed information will be available after the autopsy," reported an intern forensic doctor to Detective Lin Zhuo.
"Hmm."
"Strange!" Yan Kongyue suddenly crouched beside Lin Zhuo.
Lin Zhuo turned to look at Yan Kongyue. Most of his attention was on observing the body when he unexpectedly met her gaze and felt a spark of interest.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The girl smiled faintly; her eyes were mysterious like black crystals that were hard to see through. With delicate makeup on her youthful face and an alluring smile that hinted at rebellion, she resembled a young leopard just weaned from its mother.
"I'm Yan Kongyue! If there's something you want to know..." She cast a glance towards the young forensic doctor and officer nearby.
Lin Zhuo knew this wasn't protocol, but he felt strangely compelled and found himself unable to refuse. He exchanged a glance with Gu Yan instead.
"Next door!"
"Alright!" Yan Kongyue stood up first and walked out of the room. Dressed in a colorful hoodie and ripped denim shorts paired with high-top casual shoes, she moved leisurely as if she were out shopping, completely unfazed by the grim scene around her.
Lin Zhuo instinctively followed behind her, scrutinizing this somewhat familiar figure. As Yan Kongyue turned into another room, she revealed half of her profile just as it coincided with an image in Lin Zhuo's mind.
Yan Kongyue raised his chin at Lin Zhuo and asked, "Do you believe there are ghosts here?"
Lin Zhuo instinctively nodded. He wasn't particularly materialistic; the Great Thousand Realm was full of wonders. Moreover, considering what his cousin had just experienced last night, Uncle San had informed him about it right away.
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