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He looked at the photo in disbelief, flipping it over several times, his hand trembling slightly from the tension as his gaze fixated on the hand adorned with light pink nail polish. It was a birthday gift he had given to his wife, a memory he would never forget.
The hand in the photo was identical to the one his wife had posted on social media the day before she went missing.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
Other details in the photo also closely resembled those from his wife's disappearance case, such as the jewelry worn by the victim, the style of clothing, and even the buildings visible in the background, which matched places his wife often visited.
All signs indicated that his wife had met with foul play and had become one of the victims of a serial killer.
"Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, slamming the photo down onto the table. The woman in the picture seemed to silently accuse him of something.
He painfully closed his eyes, memories of his wife's smiles and frowns flooding his mind. Those beautiful recollections now felt like sharp daggers, ruthlessly tearing at his heart.
He fought against the grief and anger within him; he knew he could not give up. He had to seek justice for his wife.
Forcing himself to focus on other details in the photo, he realized that the killer was very cunning. The details in the picture had been meticulously arranged, making it nearly impossible to find any useful clues.
"Dr. Chen Shuhua, what are you looking at?" His assistant knocked and entered, noticing Chen Shuhua's pale face and serious expression, which made her worry. "Are you okay?"
He quickly tucked away the photo and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just some old pictures. Sorry for making you laugh."
"I'm glad you're okay." The assistant didn't suspect anything and placed a document on Chen Shuhua's desk. "Here's the latest autopsy report you requested."
"Thank you." He took the report and flipped through it absentmindedly.
"Dr. Chen Shuhua, do you think this killer is the same as in previous cases?" The assistant asked cautiously, her tone tinged with fear.
"It's hard to say," he said, feigning depth. "However, one thing is certain: the murderer has a profound understanding of human anatomy, and..." He paused, his tone laden with meaning. "I suspect he might be one of us, a fellow professional."
The assistant gasped, nearly dropping the folder in his hands.
"Alright, you go ahead and take care of your tasks. I need some time alone," he said wearily, rubbing his temples.
The assistant nodded and turned to leave the office.
He picked up the photograph again; the woman in it wore a radiant smile, as if still conveying endless love to him.
He closed his eyes and pressed the photo tightly against his chest, feeling the lingering warmth from it.
"Don't worry, I will avenge you..." he silently vowed, his tone filled with determination and resolve.
He carefully placed the photo back into the file, taking a deep breath to calm the tumultuous emotions within him.
The smile of his wife in the photograph was so piercing, as if silently accusing him of his indifference.
No, he could not remain in this state of despair; he had to pull himself together. He stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the bustling street below, his thoughts gradually becoming clearer.
"Dr. Chen Shuhua," the assistant knocked and entered, breaking the silence of the office. "Officer Tu Shen is here; he wants to discuss the case with you."
"Let him in," he replied calmly without revealing any emotion on his face.
The assistant nodded and turned to bring Officer Tu Shen into the office.
Tu Shen walked in and immediately spotted Chen Shuhua standing by the window.
Chen Shuhua stood with his back to him, his posture tall and imposing, like an insurmountable mountain.
“Chen Shuhua, I’m here,” Tu Shen said as he approached him, concern evident in his voice. “You look unwell. Have you discovered something?”
Chen Shuhua turned around, his deep gaze landing on Tu Shen's face as he spoke in a low tone, “Tu Shen, I need your help.”
“Just tell me what you need. If I can assist, I will do my best,” Tu Shen replied confidently, patting his chest.
“I need to participate in your upcoming operation,” Chen Shuhua stated firmly, leaving no room for doubt.
“Operation? What operation?” Tu Shen asked, confused and unsure of what Chen Shuhua was referring to.
“I know you have been investigating an Organ Trafficking Gang and have already tracked their movements, correct?” Chen Shuhua’s tone was calm but carried an undeniable sense of pressure.
Tu Shen paused for a moment, instinctively nodding. He hadn’t expected Chen Shuhua to be aware of this matter.
He had always thought of Chen Shuhua as just an ordinary forensic expert, unaware that he had such insight into the police operations, which made him feel somewhat uneasy.
“You want to join our capture operation?” Tu Shen asked tentatively, filled with doubts.
“Yes.” Chen Shuhua walked over to the desk and picked up a document, handing it to Tu Shen. “These are some clues I found that I hope will be helpful to you.”
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