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The title "Zi Su" can be translated as "The Purple Bamboo."
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Si Yin furrowed his brow, carefully surveying the surroundings.
The area before him, a demolition zone, had been slated for redevelopment by the government three years ago.
However, due to various construction issues, the project had come to a complete standstill.
Some buildings had been half-demolished, with uneven bricks and exposed steel bars jutting out. The ground was littered with old bricks, and in many places, wild grass had grown tall enough to nearly reach one's ankles.
Such a place was indeed suitable for... disposing of bodies.
He adjusted his police badge and stepped towards the nearby residential building.
Inside the corridor, dim lights flickered. A slender figure stood silently in a loose white dress, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, head bowed low...
Even for someone like Si Yin, who had seen his fair share of horrors, this scene sent a shiver down his spine.
Not to mention the rookie detective Ye Sha beside him—her face was as pale as paper, nearly fainting as she clutched Si Yin's sleeve tightly, like an unshakeable piece of gum.
"Boss, what is that... It's so scary... I'm scared..."
Si Yin frowned in displeasure and cleared his throat softly, signaling his assistant Ye Sha to stay calm and not embarrass herself. He subtly exerted pressure on her hand, discreetly freeing himself from her grip.
However, when he caught a glimpse of the long shadow trailing behind the figure in white from the corner of his eye, Si Yin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Thankfully, there was a shadow; that meant it wasn't something unclean.
"I only need five hundred!" Jin Zisu glanced expressionlessly at the money in Si Yin's hand.
"No need for you to pay it back!" Si Yin rubbed his temples, hoping she could finish the statement quickly and smoothly.
Jin Zisu had always come from a financially struggling background and placed great importance on money, never easily compromising. The moment she took the cash, a fleeting feeling akin to selling herself crossed her mind...
Of course, that feeling was just a momentary flash. She carefully placed the money into her wallet, stuffed it into her bag, and zipped it up tightly. Only then did she look up and say with a half-smile, "Please hurry, thank you."
The rookie assistant completely lacked the ability to read the room. Even as Si Yin's expression darkened like a storm cloud, she quietly asked, "Boss, does this thousand count as an expense? Should we get it reimbursed from logistics?"
Si Yin's face turned ashen as he shouted, "Reimburse my foot! Focus on the task!"
As the car slowly moved forward, Jin Zisu rummaged through her backpack, trying to find something to soothe her churning stomach.
Taking advantage of the red light, Si Yin glanced over.
The girl's bag was like a treasure chest, capable of holding anything. There was nothing you could think of that she hadn't packed yet.
Unlike the girls he knew who carried perfume, eyebrow pencils, and lipsticks in their bags, hers contained keychains, a cardholder, a pen, an account book... and even a handkerchief...
"Do girls still use handkerchiefs?" Si Yin thought that item was practically an antique.
"Handkerchiefs are eco-friendly! Plus, a pack of tissues costs five bucks! One pack a day adds up to thirty-five bucks a week! That's not cost-effective at all!"
Jin Zisu folded the handkerchief neatly and put it away. "I have three handkerchiefs that I rotate for washing and using."
Si Yin's lips twitched slightly...
This girl really can't go three sentences without mentioning money.
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