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Du Fansheng was getting older and starting to go bald, his hair mostly gone. I pulled up his 3D photo. Hai Hao said, and a video appeared showing Du Fansheng's image after the accident.
The deceased Du Fansheng stood in the center of the video, slowly rotating like a doll, with a faint blue patch appearing on the back of his head.
After sharpening the image on the computer, the faint blue transformed into a tattoo similar to Tang Xuan's, though over the decades, the color had nearly faded, making it less distinct than Tang Xuan's clear design. If one didn't pay close attention, it would be impossible to discern those patterns.
"I still have a bit of confusion," Hai Hao said.
"Go ahead," Si Guanyu urged, eager to know what new discovery Hai Hao had made as the case had already become quite perplexing.
"The other girl who was shot, Yu Feifei. She was a twelve-year-old girl skating in the square and had nothing to do with this overlooked demonstration. She was shot in the northeast corner of the square, while Tang Xuan was shot in the southwest corner.
The two shooting locations were diagonally opposite each other, eight hundred meters apart. Why was she shot? What connection is there between these two shootings?"
"We replicated the shooting trajectory based on their wounds."
Hai Hao adjusted the remote control, and a simulation of the square at that time appeared on the screen. "These two red dots represent the victims. The yellow lines emitted from the red dots show the bullet trajectories after being fired, with the yellow point indicating the shooter."
Immediately, a yellow point appeared on the simulation. The shooter stood between Tang Xuan and Yu Feifei. The shooter fired left at Tang Xuan and then turned right to shoot Yu Feifei.
The shooting route became clear; however, everyone was momentarily confused again.
Because this indicated that Yu Feifei was not shot by mistake while trying to shield Tang Xuan.
"Could it be that Yu Feifei saw the murderer, and that's why the murderer killed her to silence her?" someone asked.
"Yu Feifei is blind," Hai Hao replied.
"Blind? A blind person can still ice skate?!" someone blurted out.
"You have no idea how advanced helmets are nowadays," Hai Hao exaggeratedly patted his head, recalling the black helmet from his flying device. "The helmet Yu Feifei uses for ice skating has a radar guidance system. It helps her navigate her path. The question of whether blind people can drive has already been submitted for government discussion. Nowadays, cars drive themselves; how many of us here still drive manually?" As he spoke, Hai Hao reminisced about the days of manual driving.
"That's true, we’ve almost forgotten how to drive," someone sighed.
"But it seems like there are fewer and fewer blind people," a voice softly remarked from the corner.
This case had too many unsolvable aspects.
First was the motive. What was Du Fansheng's motive for colliding with Tang Xuan's family car? What was the motive behind the murderer shooting Tang Xuan? And what about the motive for shooting the little girl?
After the case analysis meeting concluded, Hai Hao stepped into the elevator.
He heard water splashing against the top of the elevator, producing a dull roar. As the elevator doors slowly opened, a brightly lit hall appeared before him.
He had emerged from beneath the water to the surface.
The hall outside was already illuminated with bright lights.
Breathing in the damp and fresh air of the land, Hai Hao walked beneath the palm trees. He looked up and saw the vast night sky, countless stars twinkling above.
Some of those celestial bodies had become tourist destinations for humanity. Several of them were quite familiar to Hai Hao.
He had visited those planets multiple times, not for leisure, but for work.
Hai Hao passed through the main street and a few secluded alleys, arriving at a place called Sunflower Alley.
The entrance resembled a tribal gate, with a broken bluestone lintel above. On either side of the entrance stood two withered Kuwah Lane trees, lacking the nourishment and care of fresh water.
The alley beyond was dark, filled with the lingering stench of human and animal urine.
Hai Hao stood at the mouth of the alley, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then crushed it underfoot.
He disliked coming to Sunflower Alley the most.
Every visit was out of necessity.
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