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The photos of the corpse and the video recording of Song Zheng were sent to another interrogation room in front of Song Daoquan. Song Daoquan's previously gentle demeanor twisted into a mask of rage as he viciously berated the video image of Song Zheng, spewing the most venomous words, "I killed her! No regrets!"
Zhao Ziqiang sneered as Shen Jie received a call. "Song Daoquan, we underestimated you. You really know how to play in the shadows. You stuffed some stones and evidence into a luggage bag and sank it into the river where you killed Song Zheng, thinking we would search downstream. But Song Zheng reminded us that someone who could keep his wife's corpse refrigerated in his storage room for his own perverse desires wouldn't be so psychologically weak as to carelessly discard the murder weapon. What was your intention in leaving it there?"
"Nostalgia," Song Daoquan grinned, revealing his tobacco-stained teeth.
Back at the station, Shen Jie placed a hand on Ji Qinchou's shoulder as they walked forward. "Good job, kid!" The surrounding team members broke into wide smiles, but Shen Jie suddenly tightened his grip, digging his fingers into Ji Qinchou's shoulder. "If you ever try to hide things from me again like some protagonist in a light novel, do you believe I won't beat you up?"
Ji Qinchou spotted Ye Ying standing at the end of the corridor with her hand raised high. "Sister Ying, are you leaving?"
Shen Jie chuckled at Ji Qinchou's retreating figure and leaned closer to Shi Ya, whispering, "This time I really struck gold."
Sun Changyu and Zhuo Anqi were captured in another province and were being swiftly transported to Hailin City. Shen Jie instructed his team to organize all materials, evidence, testimonies, and witness information, including evidence for Song Daoquan's intentional homicide charge, necessary evidence for aiding and abetting crimes, testimonies regarding Du Zao's intentional homicide charge, Tang Wenshan's rape charge, and multiple charges against Tang Wenshan, Sun Changyu, and Zhuo Anqi for kidnapping, extortion, abuse, rape, and illegal detention. All evidence related to PINK Bar's criminal activities was also compiled... Everyone had their fate sealed except for Song Zheng's corpse; there had been no news about it. Each year, at least a hundred people mysteriously disappeared or committed suicide in the Zhaowang River.
In storage room 2132, Ji Qinchou pulled down the roller shutter, blocking out the corridor's light. The luminescent spray from the police's luminol illuminated this hell that had forever changed Song Zheng. Every fluorescent spot represented a bloodstain; Song Zheng's blood covered the cement floor. According to forensic colleagues, there were tiny bits of flesh hidden within these uneven cement pits that were nearly invisible to the naked eye.
Walking out of the basement towards the external entrance, Ji Qinchou placed an eagle-shaped kite he held into a corner of the wall, hoping that Song Zheng would shed her surname like a kite soaring freely.
"You shouldn't be so reckless. Given the current situation, drawing attention isn't wise; standing out just puts a target on your back. Before at the police station it was manageable; we dealt with trivial matters like fights that wouldn't draw attention to your identity. But now you're in the criminal investigation unit where everyone is sharp and suspicious. You've hidden your identity for twenty years; don't let all your hard work go to waste because of unwanted attention."
The fabric lampshade covered an energy-saving bulb casting dim yet warm yellow light over the dining table where two dishes and soup lay. Qi Nanzhi and Ji Qinchou each had a bowl of rice in front of them. Ji Qinchou’s chopsticks hovered above his bowl with grains of rice stuck to them as he glanced sideways at Qi Nanzhi’s face. After more than a month apart, she seemed to have aged a bit; her fortieth birthday had just passed two days ago. She was busy pushing forward projects at school and had outright refused his visit—was it because she hadn’t eaten cake? Her widow’s peak and temples were already showing signs of graying.
"Teacher, let's celebrate a belated birthday together since it's a round number."
"I have to go back after dinner; those kids come from poor families. The little money I have from my graduate studies barely covers living expenses; I need to do my best to help them achieve something. Regardless of whether they stop at their master's or continue on for their doctorate, their research results while in school will benefit them."
Ji Qinchou sulked silently while pushing around his rice.
"You should know me best; if I weren't this kind of person, how could I have dared to adopt you when you were just seven years old?" Ji Qinchou’s bangs shone like mirrors under the light—smooth and bright—making Qi Nanzhi envious as she gently tapped his forehead. "Ah Qiu, don’t expect special treatment from others; that's not good. Those who treat you well also treat others well—that proves they are genuinely kind people. Anyway, you understand these principles better than I do. Just focus on doing solid work from now on in the criminal investigation unit and patiently wait for him to appear; your revenge will come!"
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