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Wedding Dress and Scalpel
墨書 Inktalez
At three in the morning, in the Forensic Autopsy Room of the city center, the Shadowless Lamp cast its cold light down, illuminating the stainless steel Autopsy Table at the center.
The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and a faint, peculiar aroma reminiscent of sweet almonds.
My name is Su Nian, and I am the forensic pathologist here.
Tonight's "guest" is somewhat special.
She lay there quietly, dressed in a pristine white wedding gown.
The lace was intricate, and the hem trailed on the ground; it should have been a symbol of happiness, but at this moment, it only exuded an eerie coldness.
The body was discovered by a Patrol Officer in an abandoned church on the outskirts of town, with no identification found.
I donned my latex gloves, the chilling sensation helping me to steady my nerves.
Taking a deep breath, I began my external examination.
The wedding gown was new, made of high-quality material, and I could even catch a whiff of its unique, unwashed fabric scent.
However, as I lifted the layers of white tulle, my fingers suddenly froze.
Beneath the wedding gown, she was wearing a Silk Qipao.
This was no ordinary Qipao.
With a dark green base adorned with intricate Bai Yulan embroidery, the flower centers were stitched with delicate Gold Thread.
My heart felt as if it were gripped by an invisible hand, and my breathing quickened.
The pattern... the embroidery...
How could it...
How could it be exactly the same as the Qipao that Mother loved most, buried deep in my memories?
Even the small, unique mark of the Half-Open Magnolia at the corner is identical!
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Mother has been missing for Twenty Years, how could her Qipao appear here, worn by a stranger's corpse?
A ridiculous A chilling sensation surged up my spine, freezing my limbs.
The faint Bitter Almond Flavor seemed to intensify, creeping into my nostrils with an ominous portent.
I forced myself to calm down; my forensic expertise was my only weapon against fear.
Stay composed, Su Nian, this might just be a coincidence.
Yes, just a coincidence.
There are many similar Qipao in the world.
I continued my examination, my gaze falling on the deceased's stiff, bluish left hand.
Her skin was well cared for, her nails neatly trimmed and painted with a light pink polish.
On her ring finger, a Platinum Ring reflected a blinding light under the illumination.
The design was simple and elegant, with a small diamond embedded in the band.
It was an engagement ring.
My gaze froze.
My pupils constricted violently.
It felt as if my blood had instantaneously reversed its flow, rushing to the top of my head.
That ring...
It was unmistakably... my engagement ring!
Lu Li, my Lu Li, had just put it on my finger three months ago!
How could it be here?!
Am I going crazy? Or is everything before me just a nightmare?
I trembled, almost using every ounce of strength I had, as I carefully turned the ring over with a feeling that bordered on sacrilege.
On the inner side of the ring, a tiny number was engraved—
701.
Boom!
My mind went blank.
Time seemed to stand still in that moment, with only my heart pounding wildly in my chest, crashing against my eardrums and producing a deafening roar.
701...
This number felt like a brand from hell, instantly searing through my sanity.
How could it be 701?!
Three years ago, shortly after I started my job, I had handled a Nameless Male Corpse.
It was highly decomposed, unrecognizable, with no identifying information—only a vague Hospital Emergency Record, the last three digits of the case number being 701.
Due to the lack of leads, the corpse known as "701" remains an unsolved case, quietly lying in Lu Li's freezer.
An unidentified female corpse, dressed in my Mother's Qipao, wearing my engagement ring, which bore the number of another Nameless Male Corpse...
These seemingly unrelated elements now felt like a massive, blood-soaked net descending upon me, nearly suffocating me.
The scent of Bitter Almond grew clearer and more intense.
It was like a rusty key forcefully prying open a long-sealed door deep within my memories.
Twenty Years ago on that Pitch-Black Rainy Night...
The rough hands of the kidnapper covering my mouth and nose...
The suffocating feeling of a Sack over my head...
And there was... that lingering, overwhelming aroma of Bitter Almond Flavor in the air!
That is the smell of Cyanide!
Mother… Mother disappeared after that Kidnapping Case!
The kidnappers only wanted the ransom. I was released after the money was paid, but Mother never reappeared.
The police said she might have been killed, or perhaps she left on her own due to the humiliation.
It has been Twenty Years, and there has been no news.
Could it be… could this corpse…
No!
I shook my head violently, trying to dispel that horrifying thought.
The deceased is very young, at most twenty-five or twenty-six years old; it cannot possibly be my Mother.
But this Qipao, this ring, this strange number, and this deadly Bitter Almond Flavor… what do they all mean?
The Kidnapping Case from Twenty Years ago, the Nameless Male Corpse from three years ago, and this female corpse in a wedding dress and Qipao before me…
What kind of shocking secret lies hidden among them?
Why is my ring here?
Lu Li… what does he know?
Countless questions gnawed at my nerves like venomous snakes, and fear and confusion nearly consumed me.
Tears surged uncontrollably, blurring my vision.
But I couldn’t cry.
I couldn’t break down.
I was the forensic expert, Su Nian.
The truth lay right before me on this cold corpse.
I had to rely on myself, digging it out piece by piece!
Wiping away my tears, I tightened my grip on the scalpel.
The Cold Blade reflected the resolute light in my eyes.
No matter what dark forces were behind this, no matter who was involved, even if it was… Lu Li.
I would investigate to the end!
Taking a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in my chest, I pointed the tip of the scalpel at the Dark Green Qipao.
The first cut had to be precise and steady.
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