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The police officer stationed at the entrance observed the four individuals approaching with caution. Dressed neatly, they clearly looked like outsiders.
"Where are you from? What brings you here?" the officer asked in a thick Guizhou accent.
"We're from Changsha, here to see Director Zhou about something," Lin Mingchang replied, noticing the officer's skeptical gaze. He quickly added, "Director Zhou knows we would be arriving today."
After a moment of hesitation, the officer turned and went inside to report. A few minutes later, he returned and gestured for them to enter.
The interior of the police station was simply furnished, with a few worn benches in the corridor and walls that were peeling, some even showing cracks.
"Director Zhou is waiting for you upstairs," the officer said, leading them to the wooden staircase and pointing up before turning to leave.
The four climbed the creaking stairs and arrived at a room marked "Police Chief's Office" on the door.
Lin Mingchang adjusted his collar and gently knocked on the door.
"Come in," a deep and resonant voice called from within.
They pushed the door open to find an elderly man with graying hair sitting behind a simple wooden desk piled high with case files and documents.
Upon seeing them, he immediately stood up. "Welcome, welcome! I've been looking forward to your arrival!"
Zhou Fengchun, the Police Chief, stepped around his desk and strode toward Lin Mingchang, shaking his hand firmly. "A long journey; you must be tired!"
Zhou Fengchun was a robust man with bright eyes. The strength of his handshake surprised Lin Mingchang slightly.
"That old fellow Song Chongshan often mentioned you," Zhou Fengchun said with a smile, then pointed at Lin Mingchang. "Especially you, Lin Mingchang. I heard you've solved quite a few difficult cases in Spring City!"
Lin Mingchang smiled modestly. "Director Zhou is too kind; it's all thanks to our small team's collective effort."
Next, Lin Mingchang introduced the other three to Zhou Fengchun. The Police Chief warmly invited them to take a seat and personally poured each of them a cup of Guizhou's unique Miao Ethnic Pomelo Tea.
"Try this; it's a local specialty from Guiyang that clears heat and detoxifies. After such a long train ride, it's best to drink this."
Fang Zigui picked up his cup and sniffed it lightly. "What a unique fragrance! It has hints of honeysuckle and chrysanthemum, along with some special herbal notes..."
Zhou Fengchun looked at him in surprise. "Doctor Fang has a good nose! This pomelo tea indeed contains some secret Miao herbal ingredients that most people can't identify."
After some casual conversation, Lin Mingchang set down his teacup and directly asked, "Director Zhou, what can you tell us about the case you mentioned to Director Song? How can we assist?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengchun immediately frowned. He pulled out a stack of case files from his desk and handed them to Lin Mingchang.
"I won't beat around the bush. The reason I called you here is that we've encountered a very tricky case."
Lin Mingchang opened the first page of the case file, revealing a photograph of a middle-aged man who appeared well-off based on his attire and appearance.
Zhou Fengchun pointed to the photo and introduced, "Peng Jintang is the most famous silk merchant in our Guiyang. His business covers the entire Southwest Region. Half a month ago, he suddenly died in his own residence."
Then, Zhou Fengchun flipped to the second page, which featured another man's photo. This was a foreigner with a kind face, his hair neatly combed, and a cross hanging from his chest. "Doctor Thomson, an Englishman, established the only church hospital in Guiyang—Holy Love Hospital. He is the director, and ten days ago he was found dead in the hospital dormitory."
The third page displayed a photo of a middle-aged man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with a square face. "Chen Zhi, an important official from the Guiyang Civil Affairs Bureau, responsible for urban planning. He suddenly died at home five days ago."
Zhou Fengchun sighed, "One person dies every five days. The three deceased have different identities, yet their deaths are astonishingly similar."
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