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Upon hearing Dr. Sun's words, we were able to infer a few things. Essentially, it could be deduced that the conversation among Guo Guoqing and the others was not intentionally directed at Dr. Sun. Analyzing the situation as we understood it, at least Angel's words seemed to be true. Guo Guoqing had given Angel a task that appeared to involve gaining someone's trust in order to plan something, though what that something was remained unknown to us.
Moreover, from the scattered remarks Dr. Sun had overheard, we learned that the three individuals coming together involved not just the significant factor of money, but also a shared vision or common characteristics. So what exactly did these three have in common? What were they planning?
I closed my eyes and replayed the case in my mind from start to finish. Setting aside the mimicry killer Wang Xiaobao, as far as Guo Guoqing was concerned, he had only killed one person during this long period—Roland. We had yet to receive any information about a second victim, so what exactly did Guo Guoqing intend to do?
Three years ago, Guo Guoqing had killed four young women, and now he was committing crimes again after three years. However, this time, he seemed to have killed less frequently; whether it was the missing Boss Lady from Prison Island Cafe or Dr. Sun who had been abducted, if it were the Guo Guoqing of three years ago, they would have already had their throats slit.
Yet the current Guo Guoqing did not act this way. Could it be that this demon's urge to kill had been exhausted over the three years? I doubted that; there must be deeper reasons behind Guo Guoqing's actions. Perhaps killing one person no longer satisfied him; after losing his firearms, might he be planning something even more dangerous?
Just as I pondered this matter, a call suddenly came in from Yuzelin.
"Old Yu, what's up?" I asked. "Have you arrived at the location? Any discoveries?"
Yuzelin replied on the phone, "We found the location; it's a high-end residential area. We discovered some clues inside the room, but who they ultimately point to isn't clear over the phone. You should come here and take a look!"
"We'll head over right away!" I said.
The investigation here with Dr. Sun was complete, and she had nothing further to provide us. Moreover, Dr. Sun was still somewhat weak, so we decided not to disturb her any longer. Juan Juan briefly instructed forensic expert Sun before following us out.
Noticing Juan Juan's mysterious demeanor, Mary couldn't help but ask, "Sister Juan, what did you discuss with forensic expert Sun?"
Juan Juan glanced at us and then leaned closer to Mary's ear, whispering something unintelligible. After hearing it, Mary nodded initially but then sighed deeply. With Dr. Sun's matters concluded for now, we needed to hurry to the address provided by her.
In silence, we arrived at the high-end residential area.
Upon reaching the place, we saw that Yuzelin had already secured the area. As we entered the room, personnel from the Police Department's technical division were already investigating traces inside. Upon seeing us, Yuzelin stated, "We've already checked inside the house and found fingerprints from four individuals. We've sent them to the testing center for analysis; based on our deductions, they should belong to Dr. Sun, Guo Guoqing, Angel, and Six Feet Three Inches."
"But that's not the main point; what's crucial is that we found a photograph in the room." With that said, Yuzelin pulled out a pendant.
The pendant appeared to be a locket, suspended from a red cord that had unfortunately snapped in the middle, likely due to someone hastily pulling on it. Beneath the cord lay the body of the pendant itself, which, based on its craftsmanship and material, did not seem particularly valuable; it was likely made of steel.
The pendant had an oval shape with intricate cutouts in the center, allowing a faint glimpse of something hidden inside. At the top of the pendant was a small decorative protrusion resembling a crystal, though it was certainly not genuine.
I held the pendant in my hand, examining it closely. The exterior gleamed brightly, but some areas had yellowed, and certain patterns had worn smooth over time. This suggested that the pendant had been around for quite a while. The condition of the red cord indicated it too had aged, contributing to its fragility and eventual breakage.
As I gently pressed the crystal-like protrusion, I felt a slight vibration in my hand. With a soft "click," the pendant opened at its center. Inside, we discovered an old photograph that had also yellowed with age.
The photo depicted a girl who appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a white dress and smiling broadly at the camera, exuding a charming innocence. The background showed a small river bordered by trees, creating a vibrant spring scene.
I passed the pendant around for everyone to take turns looking at the photograph.
Who could this pendant belong to? Guo Guoqing? That seemed unlikely; he harbored a natural disdain for women and would not carry around a picture of one. If he did possess such an item, it would likely be a photo of his mother—someone who had deeply affected him. We already knew about Guo Guoqing's family; his mother did not resemble the girl in this photograph at all.
Thus, this pendant probably did not belong to Guo Guoqing. We continued our analysis—could it belong to Angel? Angel had a brother but no known sister. After the incident when she was fifteen, she had nearly severed ties with her family, including her own relatives.
Could this pendant belong to that six-foot-three-inch tall man? However, judging by the red cord, it didn't seem to fit his style. Yet eliminating all other possibilities left us with this one: if this pendant were his, it might hold special significance for him.
Dr. Sun and two detectives had seen the six-foot-three-inch tall man; both described him as imposing and powerful. It was surprising to think he could have such a delicate side. The girl in the photograph looked about fifteen or sixteen at the time it was taken, but given its condition, several years must have passed since then—likely seven or eight years. This meant that she would now be blossoming into adulthood and could not possibly be his wife.
It was more plausible that she was his sister or perhaps even his younger sister. If someone carried around their sister's photo in a pendant like this, they would either have an unusual attachment or perhaps they could no longer see her.
Considering this angle, the latter seemed more likely. After all, using a portable pendant to preserve a photograph felt more ceremonial—a form of remembrance. It was possible that the girl in the photo was no longer alive. For something so significant, I imagined that if lost quickly, one would notice its absence right away; thus, the six-foot-three-inch tall man might very well return for it.
However, Guo Guoqing must already know we rescued Dr. Sun. Regardless of who owned this pendant, it seemed unlikely they would come looking for it now. Yet I hesitated to make any absolute statements and said to everyone: "Although we don't know who this pendant belongs to, its appearance suggests it's been carried for quite some time; some of its intricate designs have even worn smooth. This indicates that it holds great importance for at least one person."
Juan Juan nodded and added, "Exactly! It's like someone fiddling with beads; when an object is kept close for long enough, it undergoes changes—though it's not exactly artful playthings—it still transforms over time. For instance, it becomes smoother and gains luster; even if some corners are yellowed from lack of contact, it's clear that this belonged to someone who wore it regularly."
"Isn't it strange that something worn so closely would not be noticed immediately if lost?" Mary raised an objection at that moment.
"It can happen. Sometimes, after forming a habit, one might forget about the existence of an item. It's like how some people with poor eyesight instinctively reach for their glasses even if they aren't wearing them today. Similarly, even though the Pendant is lost, the first reaction would still be to feel for it as if it were hanging on them. Only when they instinctively touch or grab at the spot would they realize it's gone."
I nodded, hoping that The Man Who Is Six Feet Three Inches Tall was currently busy and hadn't noticed this detail, giving us enough time to set a trap. With that thought in mind, I addressed everyone, "Alright, let's make a hypothesis. What would The Man Who Is Six Feet Three Inches Tall do if he discovered the Pendant was missing?"
"Of course, he would come back to look for it!" Mary replied.
I snapped my fingers and said, "Exactly! He would come back to search for it. But if we are here as the police, he wouldn't dare to approach. However, if we're not around, it's very likely that the big guy will return for the Pendant. So I have a plan: we will catch him off guard!"
Juan Juan chimed in, "But what if The Man Who Is Six Feet Three Inches Tall is outside right now? If he sees the police car, he might just leave."
What Juan Juan said was also something I had considered. However, relying solely on a photograph makes it quite difficult to find the person in it, especially since there's a chance that the person in the photo may already be deceased. Therefore, we had no choice but to take a gamble. Even if the big guy didn't show up in the end, we wouldn't lose much—at most, we would just waste some time here.
Everyone nodded in agreement, and we quickly arranged our plan while informing the property management to ensure they did not disclose our presence as police officers to outsiders, so as not to alert The Man Who Is Six Feet Three Inches Tall ahead of time.
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