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Xiao Zhou felt uneasy as he heard Lin Mingchang mention the suspension. He rubbed his hands together nervously. "Officer Lin, the Police Chief said this case is too strange and needs an experienced detective to handle... well, he mentioned suspensions and all that, but we can't worry about that now. He wants you to go take a look first."
Lin Mingchang was already accustomed to the Police Chief's tendency to prioritize immediate needs over protocol. He waved his hand helplessly. "Just wait a moment; I'll be ready soon. It's the New Year... can't anyone get a moment of peace?"
In less than ten minutes, the four of them hurriedly gathered their things and got into Xiao Zhou's car, heading towards Han's Antique Shop.
On the streets early on the first day of the Lunar New Year, a few early risers were setting off firecrackers in front of their homes, red paper scraps fluttering in the wind, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Shen Tong gazed out the window, catching a glimpse of a dark red aura winding through the morning mist. "It seems..." she said softly, "this year won't be peaceful."
Han's Antique Shop was located in a bustling part of the city. Even on the morning of the New Year, a crowd had gathered outside, with several patrol officers maintaining order.
Lin Mingchang showed his credentials and led everyone through the throng into the shop.
Inside, chaos reigned. The rosewood counter lay overturned on the floor, glass display cases were shattered, and fragments of antique porcelain littered the ground.
The shop owner, Han Mingshan, lay on his back on the floor, dressed in pajamas, his eyes wide open and expression contorted. A series of strange wounds adorned his chest and abdomen, arranged in an odd pattern that resembled musical notation at first glance.
"Who touched the body?" Lin Mingchang surveyed the scene and asked the officers present.
"No one dared to move it; it was like this when we found him," one uniformed officer stepped forward to reply. "His son woke up around five this morning to prepare for ancestor worship and noticed something was off in the shop. When he pushed open the door, he found his father like this."
Lin Mingchang nodded. "Where are the family members?"
"The shop has two courtyards behind it," the officer pointed towards a hallway leading to the back. "The Han family lives there together across three generations. According to family members, they had their New Year's Eve dinner last night and then went back to their rooms to rest. No one knows why Han Mingshan came to the shop in the middle of the night or who killed him."
Liu was already on his knees examining the body when they entered. He straightened up and nodded at them. "Old Lin, and Fang Zigui, you’re here! This case is truly bizarre."
Fang Zigui stepped forward to join Liu in inspecting the wounds. Liu shifted aside to give Fang Zigui room and handed him a pair of gloves; there was an unspoken camaraderie between them.
Liu addressed Lin Mingchang. "Preliminary estimates suggest that the time of death was between one and three in the morning last night—right around midnight on New Year's Eve. These wounds are fatal, having damaged vital organs; they were inflicted by some sharp or thin weapon, but I can't determine what it is just yet."
"The wounds are quite deep; you can almost see bone," Fang Zigui frowned. "How could there be so little blood loss?"
Liu nodded in agreement. "That's what's strange about it. Logically speaking, with such deep wounds, there should be a significant amount of blood at the scene. The current situation suggests that after being cut by a sharp weapon, some force must have stopped blood from flowing out—most of it appears to be contained within the body."
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