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Liu Yinyan was not left-handed; this was evident from the time we spent together. Liu Fei'er's mother was also not left-handed, as she held her chopsticks with her right hand. However, their daughter, Liu Fei'er, was a lefty. This seemed a bit odd, but it wasn't a significant clue.
Guan Zengbin puffed out his cheeks and pondered for a moment before saying, "Heredity is just one part of it. We all know that the human brain controls our hands in a cross manner. The left hemisphere controls the right hand, while the right hemisphere controls the left hand. Sometimes, during pregnancy, external forces can affect the fetus, leading to insufficient development of the left hemisphere and resulting in left-handedness."
Although Guan Zengbin's words were rigorous, they were essentially inconclusive. I asked again, "So we still can't determine anything?"
"It seems that way," Guan Zengbin replied slowly after a moment of silence.
I snapped my fingers and said to both of them, "But we have DNA identification technology! If we want to check whether they are biologically related, it's simple. Liu Yinyan's body is still in the Morgue, and we also have a severed finger from Liu Fei'er. Even if I'm wrong, it won't harm anyone!"
Guan Zengbin nodded and looked at me. "I can do that, but even if they aren't biologically related, Liu Yinyan is still dead. We've all seen your report; before he died, Liu Yinyan definitely loved Liu Fei'er with all his heart."
Guan Zengbin was right; Liu Yinyan's last words had indeed given me a new perspective on life. I often thought that having money meant having everything and that one could live happily ever after. Now I realized that money does not equate to having it all.
It was like a besieged city: those inside wanted to escape while those outside wanted to enter. They envied each other yet looked down on one another, unable to find themselves.
"Alright," I sighed and said to Guan Zengbin, "I'll leave this matter to you. Gu Chen, come with me!"
Guan Zengbin's eyes widened as he looked at me in confusion. "You want me to go alone? What are you two going to do?"
Someone once told me something that I didn't pay much attention to at the time. But when I suddenly sensed something was off, I immediately thought of that person. A few months ago, two individuals had been following Liu Fei'er—one was Song Zhe, while the other remained unknown.
At first, I thought they were kidnappers. However, after the recent encounter in the workshop involving wit and courage, I realized that if they were indeed kidnappers, their counter-surveillance skills would be excellent; there was no way another person could follow them unnoticed.
Moreover, Song Zhe had quickly identified that this person was different from ordinary people—this individual was also left-handed.
Up until now, all the clues seemed to connect into a coherent picture. I felt that the fragments of this case were finally coming together and should be wrapping up soon. Excitement surged within me; that thrill of unraveling a mystery returned to my body. Yet as soon as I recalled Wu Zui's words to me, my fervor was dampened by half.
He shook his head and said to Gu Chen, "Let's go. Maybe we can find something."
Guan Zengbin bid us farewell, and Gu Chen and I walked along the road.
Noticing my frustration, Gu Chen said, "Wu Meng, I'm not one to easily share my inner thoughts, but we've been assigned to this task force for a while now. I remember the first time I met you; you exuded confidence."
I turned to look at Gu Chen, seeing sincerity in his eyes as he continued, "I still recall our first case together. You could analyze multiple possibilities with just a glance and pinpoint the most accurate one. But after a few cases, why do I feel like you've lost that confidence?"
"Is that so?" That was a question I wanted to ask myself too.
Ever since my late-night conversation with Zhao Mingkun in the Tomb, I've been plagued by an inexplicable anxiety. That deep sense of powerlessness made everything seem meaningless, leading me to believe that everyone around me was merely using me. Gradually, I lost my passion for solving cases.
Although Captain Shao had taught me well, I often felt that exposing someone's secrets like an autopsy for others to see was a cruel act.
Gu Chen pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed me one, and lit it for me.
I quietly smoked while listening to Gu Chen continue, "Yeah, I don't know what you're afraid of, but what is there to be afraid of? In the workshop, you weren't even afraid of death; what else could scare you? Let me see the way you were when I first met you—proud and with every reason to be."
"Though it made people want to hit you," Gu Chen added, "that was the real you."
We fell into silence, only the burning cigarette smoke curling upwards.
After some time, we arrived at Song Zhe's university.
Song Zhe still looked like a silk thread; one's demeanor is hard to change in a short time. When he learned that Liu Fei'er had been rescued, he nearly knelt down to thank me. In Song Zhe's eyes, Liu Fei'er was the embodiment of kindness—lovely and graceful.
I said to Song Zhe, "Although Liu Fei'er has been saved, that doesn't mean she is safe. The man who was following her is still at large, and now it's time for you to be tested."
"Tested?" Upon hearing the word "test," Song Zhe instinctively recoiled.
I sighed and explained, "Yes, you and Liu Fei'er are classmates. Recently, she might need to return to school to handle some leave paperwork. That man could appear at any moment. Keep a close watch on her, and if anything seems off, call me. Do you remember my number?"
Song Zhe nodded eagerly and said, "I thought you needed me for something else. If it’s about Liu Fei'er, I will do my best. As soon as she shows up, I’ll keep my eyes on her like a leopard stalking a lamb. Don’t worry; she won’t escape my sight."
At that moment, a strange fervor flickered in Song Zhe's eyes, causing both Gu Chen and me to shudder.
I couldn't help but wonder how Song Zhe would feel if he knew my thoughts about Liu Fei'er.
However, I believed that Song Zhe wouldn’t let me down. That middle-aged man likely had a significant connection to Liu Fei'er. With Liu Yinyan dead and the housekeeper busy with the funeral arrangements, if Liu Fei'er took this opportunity to meet with that man, it would be the perfect chance.
"I'll let you know when Liu Fei'er goes out; you need to be vigilant," I said, patting Song Zhe on the shoulder. "Make sure to stay close."
After giving him all the instructions, Gu Chen and I returned to Liu Yinyan's villa.
The once grand and solemn villa was now adorned with white lanterns, and a black coffin lay in front of the door. According to the customs of Liu Yinyan's village, the coffin was to remain at the entrance for seven days before burial. Originally, Liu Yinyan's body was also supposed to be displayed outside for seven days, but Wu Zui's gunshot had struck his head directly, leaving it unrecognizable.
We sometimes see in dramas someone committing suicide with a handgun, leaving only a small bullet hole behind that seems almost dignified. But in reality, while the entry wound may be a single hole, the bullet spirals inside and creates a gaping exit wound that can be as large as a bowl, shattering the entire skull.
Death has never been an aesthetic affair; it reveals raw and exposed wounds.
It is cruel to make a daughter face such bloody realities. Finally, Liu Fei'er stepped out of the house.
"Where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?" I asked.
Liu Fei'er waved her hand and said, "I'm going to school. There's a driver taking me, so you don't need to worry."
Watching Liu Fei'er walk away, I sent a text to Song Zhe.
"Do you think it will work?" Gu Chen scratched his head and then rephrased the question, "Do you think Liu Fei'er really has a problem? She just lost her father, and if we suspect her, isn't that inappropriate?"
I shook my head and replied, "I don't know. But this time, I choose to trust my instincts. Liu Fei'er is not an ordinary girl; she is definitely not as simple as we think. Perhaps children raised in such environments can never be truly innocent."
I looked at the large villa and the desolate surroundings, which seemed out of place in this world. It was not easy to find such a secluded spot in Dongxing City; it felt like two different worlds. Just like the people of Dongxing City, they didn't seem to live in the same reality.
Not long after, Guan Zengbin called me. The first thing she said was, "Wu Meng, the test results are out. According to the DNA comparison, the genetic similarity between Liu Yinyan and Liu Fei'er is too low for them to be directly related by blood. In other words, Liu Fei'er is not Liu Yinyan's biological daughter."
I sighed; the test results confirmed my suspicions. Therefore, my next thoughts should also be correct. Liu Fei'er was not Liu Yinyan's daughter at all, and that left-handed middle-aged man who had been following Liu Fei'er might actually be her father.
I couldn't help but wonder how Liu Yinyan would feel if he knew this truth. His lifelong motto—repaying kindness with kindness, and repaying grievances with integrity—seemed ironic now.
He had spent his life leaving his fortune to a girl who wasn't even his daughter, perhaps someone who had long been plotting to take his wealth. Thinking about it carefully, Liu Yinyan was already fifty when Liu Fei'er was born; a man at that age would have significantly reduced fertility.
So, did Liu Yinyan know? Or did he not?
Who could say for sure?
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