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Chen Yin suddenly broke the silence and asked, "Where's Yang Fan?"
Xiao He replied, "Yang Fan said he was going to check on something."
He glanced at the clock and said, "He should be back soon."
Before Xiao He could finish his sentence, the office door swung open, and Yang Fan rushed in, looking somewhat disheveled. Noticing everyone's gaze on him, he smiled and said, "Looks like everyone is here!"
Before Sister Yin could ask anything, Yang Fan hurried over to the evidence bag on Xiao He's desk. He picked up the bag containing the Knife Set, a confident smile spreading across his face.
"What's going on? Do you know how Li Jiaqi killed He Shuang?" Sister Yin exclaimed in surprise.
"I'm not sure yet," Yang Fan replied, shifting his focus to everyone. "But I'm just one piece of evidence away from solving this."
Sitting in the police car and watching the stalls selling New Year goods whiz by, I couldn't help but recall the earlier scene.
"I need everyone to help me with something," Yang Fan said as he placed the Knife Set back on the desk.
"What is it?" Chen Yin asked eagerly.
"A woman's medical receipt."
I was confused by Yang Fan's leap in logic and didn't understand how this related to the case. Xiao He voiced my unspoken question: "What do you need that for?"
"If we have this, we can close the case," Yang Fan smiled, clearly confident that he had a grasp on the truth of the matter.
"First, explain how you came to that conclusion!" Chen Yin stood up.
Yang Fan shrugged. "Sorry, but I've become your professional employee as a private detective. At least let me keep a bit of that mystery for the grand reveal, okay?"
Everyone else was amused by Yang Fan's playful tone, while Xiao He and I held back the naturally furious Chen Yin on either side.
However, Yang Fan took a moment to explain the medical receipt we needed to search for at various hospitals: "It should be for a wound suturing; the victim is a young woman."
"Are you talking about the missing female student?" I couldn't help but ask.
Yang Fan nodded. "Yes, that's her."
"Then she is the murderer?" I pressed further.
Yang Fan shook his head again, pondering for a moment before saying, "Perhaps we could say she is an unwitting accomplice in this case."
Xiao He, Chen Yin, Yang Fan, and I each took responsibility for one of the four directions of Xi Cheng. However, after years of development, Xi Cheng had transformed significantly. In the eastern direction alone that I was responsible for, there were five hospitals.
Unfortunately, the results were disappointing. The officers accompanying me and I thoroughly checked all the receipts from the five hospitals. There were indeed many for young women, but none indicated knife wounds.
When we returned to the police station, the other three teams had also come back. As I walked through the door, Chen Yin was the first to ask, "Did you find anything?"
I shook my head helplessly and glanced around, noticing Yang Fan leaning against a window.
"Are you okay?" I approached to comfort him; it seemed rare for Yang Fan to make a mistake in reasoning.
Yang Fan frowned and said, "My theory should be correct, but why isn't there any evidence?"
"Perhaps the knife wound wasn't severe enough for her to go to a hospital?" I speculated.
"That’s unlikely. The knife used by Li Jiaqi in the suicide clearly indicates that Liu Yuhan lost a lot of blood. If she didn’t receive treatment..." Yang Fan suddenly looked at me and asked, "Is it possible she went to an underground clinic?"
Liu Yuhan was indeed the name of the missing female student.
I looked at Yang Fan, ready to share my thoughts, but was interrupted by a sudden ringing phone. Xiao He answered the call, and his expression changed instantly. He hung up and said to us in a low voice, “A female corpse has been found behind Thorn Flower Dance Academy.”
It was a beautiful girl, probably in her twenties, dressed in a pure white down jacket, her black hair tied up in a stylish ponytail. She was curled up in a dark corner behind Thorn Flower Dance Academy, surrounded by a mixture of blood and snow, the stark contrast evoking an urge to cry. Tears still lingered on her face, but they had frozen into an eternal image in the cold winter of Xi Cheng.
Yang Fan crouched down, examining the wound on the girl’s right rib with an expressionless face. Sister Yin had already buried her face in my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
Yang Fan stood up and said, “She bled out, and the surrounding environment was too cold. She likely died after losing consciousness; she probably didn’t suffer.”
“Then how come there are no blood traces if she ran out?” Xiao He asked.
Yang Fan pointed to the area of the down jacket stained red with blood and replied, “Because the knife pierced through the jacket into her body, and the jacket absorbed all the blood. Otherwise, if it had been discovered in time, she might have survived.”
Chen Yin lifted her head and said through her sobs, “Don’t let me catch that bastard.”
I could only pat her shoulder to comfort her.
“Alright,” Yang Fan said as he walked toward the front of the academy. “We can go wrap this up.”
“Where to?” I asked.
“To Hua Mao Building,” Yang Fan replied.
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