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The crowd stirred as Jiang De's bodyguard was about to step forward when Gong Jun suddenly emerged from the black sedan, his silver-gray Tang Suit missing a button.
"Yan Forensic Doctor, you must be joking," he said, twirling the missing button between his fingers. It was the same metal as the lighter found in the Director's corpse. "President Shen has been at the orphanage all week baking cookies with the children."
Old Tie suddenly went wild, knocking over the evidence box, and bloodied vegetable leaves stuck to Jiang De's polished shoes.
Jiang Tianxing bent down to catch a turtle and noticed gunpowder residue on the inside of his pant leg, consistent with the delayed fuse components dug up from the orphanage cellar.
That night, Jiang Tianxing was taken to Old Zhou's office for questioning. Yan Lan took a sip of tea. "The surveillance just happened to malfunction. Just say whatever you need to; don't be like Old Tie and just grunt."
Old Zhou slammed photos of the arson scene onto the table, each one featuring Jiang Tianxing's silhouette. "Someone saw you stuffing a detonator into the oil pipeline at the Chemical Plant." His fist pounded on the table, making the teacup rattle. "And that gray jacket is exactly your size!"
Jiang Tianxing stared at the blurry figure in the photos; that person's right pinky was clearly intact, while his own had curled and deformed during the orphanage fire.
Just as he was about to speak, an alarm suddenly blared, and flames shot up from the west side of the detention center.
Outside the wall, Gong Jun was burning joss paper at the alley entrance, ashes sticking to the hem of his Tang Suit like a swarm of struggling moths. "Mr. Xu, don't you want to see who the real arsonist is?" He kicked over the fire pit, revealing a metal device about the size of a manhole cover beneath it, its LCD screen displaying a countdown: 47:59:32.
Yan Lan pressed her scalpel against Jiang Tianxing's lower back; her lab coat was smeared with moss from Old Tie's shell. Her voice was colder than a surgical knife. "The Director's stomach at the funeral home tested positive for sleeping pills, taken just when you had access to the evidence room that night."
Gong Jun suddenly laughed, his gold-rimmed glasses sliding down to his nose. "Yan Forensic Doctor might as well dissect this Wang Ba's stomach; do you think it swallowed a miniature camera?"
He pried open Old Tie's front paw, and a bloodied memory card rolled out from within its mucus. "Last night in President Shen's study was quite something, especially that stack of child adoption agreements in the safe."
In the distance, barking dogs could be heard as Yan Lan abruptly pulled Jiang Tianxing into a sewer.
Gong Jun's Tang Suit brushed past the manhole; he hummed a nursery rhyme while pouring gasoline into the fire pit, and surprisingly, that tune matched perfectly with the crayon drawings on the cellar walls.
Jiang De's detonation devices were spread throughout the city's sewer system; red light from the LCD screen reflected off Gong Jun's gold-rimmed glasses.
He pulled out a box of dried tangerine peel candy and tossed two pieces into his mouth. "Forty-seven hours from now, this city will explode from its core like roasted sweet potatoes."
The inside of the candy box was lined with yellowed instant photos showing a boy in suspenders making a peace sign at the entrance of Ci'an Orphanage; he had a birthmark on his neck that perfectly matched one found on one of the Seven Corpses in the cellar.
Yan Lan stuffed Old Tie into an investigation box; its claws scratching against metal sounded like death knells. "The oil pipeline at Chemical Plant is buried with ten tons of nitroglycerin, but triggering it requires dual authentication."
She yanked open Jiang Tianxing's collar again, shining an ultraviolet pen on an old needle mark near his burn scar. "Twenty years ago, someone implanted a biological chip under your skin; it's time for it to come into play."
Even if Jiang Tianxing remained calm, he couldn't help but ask angrily, "Why do you love pulling at my clothes so much? Just say if you want to see something."
"Alright then, after this is over, I'll come over to your place," Yan Lan provoked as she stepped hard on her feet and headed straight for Jiang De's villa.
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