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The investigation into the identity of the deceased was being conducted by Xiao Liu. At that moment, Xiao Liu wished he could slap himself twice. He said, "I initially assumed the deceased was Zhang Xutong, so I didn't carefully investigate the identity of the victim. Besides, everyone in this operation..."
Xiao Liu was subtly referring to Captain Shao having dispatched nearly all personnel. Captain Shao cleared his throat a couple of times and then said, "There’s nothing else to do for now. Go investigate who the deceased really is and compare the missing persons reports from each jurisdiction with our findings. We need to clarify the identity of the victim."
Now that the murderer had been found, although there were still many doubts, the pressure had eased.
By lunchtime, Xiao Liu still hadn't returned.
The three of us chatted while eating. I asked, "Mary..."
"Call me Mary or Senior, thank you," she replied, picking up a large piece of Braised Pork and giving me a glare.
"Alright, Mary," I said. "Why hasn't your husband come? I heard he became an Armed Police Instructor at twenty-five."
At this, Mary took a big bite of Braised Pork and said, "That old man said he was off on some classified mission and hasn’t been heard from since. But I have to ask you, how do you know so much about us? My husband is such a low-key person."
I shrugged and replied, "A lot of people in the prison I grew up in were sent there by your husband..."
In the afternoon, Xiao Liu walked in with a long face. He said, "Boss, among those missing persons reports we filed, there’s absolutely no information about the deceased. Not a single one matches up. She has been dead for two days now; logically speaking, a twenty-year-old girl wouldn’t return home for two days without anyone reporting it. That’s a bit strange."
That was indeed strange; in fact, her appearance on that rainy night was the strangest part.
As I tugged at my hair while pondering this matter, a small detail suddenly came to mind. Last night when we found Luo Zhongcheng, he had died from consuming a large amount of White Powder. We had found three bags of that stuff—definitely not a small amount.
But that wasn’t the main point; the key detail was that Luo Zhongcheng had used tissue paper to wipe down the packaging of the White Powder.
"Get me a copy of the train schedule," I told Xiao Liu. "I need one for those green trains!"
When we were solving crimes in Western Suburbs, trains passed in front of us one after another, with old-fashioned green cars mixed in. From this green car, maybe we can find some clues. Xiao LiuAlthough he doesn’t understand what I want to do, since I am the person his boss has hired, he doesn’t dare not listen to my words. "Don't go." Mary swept away the Braised Pork on the table and said, "I'll do it." After saying that, Mary took out an ultra-thin laptop, which was of a style and style I had never seen before. The brand seems to be customized as well. Only then did I remember that Mary was a hacker, and there were no more than five hackers in the country who were better than her. Soon, a train's Train Schedule appeared in front of me, and even the Train Conductor and who the conductor was were all very detailed. Eve The time when this woman died was probably around 2:10. Pushing forward 20 minutes, it was probably the time when the woman came here. The departure time of the train, the speed of the train, and the distance from the departure point to the vicinity where the woman was killed. Once we know these three data, we will know whether there was a train passing by when the woman came here. The train the reporter Zhang Xiaotong took was an express train starting with T. Such trains would only stop at Provincial Capital City, Sub-provincial City and a small number of major Prefecture-level City throughout the journey. It’s basically non-stop in this city. At this time, Victim was dead and Luo Zhongcheng was dumping his body. So there should be no need to consider the trains after this. What we are looking for are the trains before this. Sure enough, thirteen minutes ago, a green car passed by. Women should arrive earlier than the train, otherwise it is easy to make mistakes. I was pulling my hair and thinking about rainy nights, women, slow-moving trains, and a few packs of WhitePowder. From the beginning to the end of the case, there is actually a huge doubt. This doubt is why some women always want to run on Railway Track. From what I have collected before, this should be the fourth one. The nature of the deaths had always been accidental, because they were basically smashed into a puddle of flesh, and nothing could be seen at all. Although the interval was long, it was too shocking. Captain Shao Seeing my complicated expression, he walked up to me and asked softly: "Did you find anything?" "Nightclub, bar, KTV." I named three places. Mary rolled her eyes up and said, "Your thinking is really fast. Before, you asked for the Train Schedule of the train. Now you're talking about nightclubs. What do you want to do?" I looked into Mary's eyes: "Looking for someone. "Who?" Mary asked. "Find the identity of the deceased." I answered.
At midnight, most people had already fallen into a deep slumber.
One night, a police officer spotted a figure lurking about, looking weary and suspicious. He immediately shouted at the figure, "What is the metal activity series?"
Startled, the person quickly replied, "Potassium, Calcium, Sodium, Magnesium, Aluminum, Zinc, Iron, Tin, Lead, Hydrogen, Copper, Mercury, Silver, Platinum, Gold."
The officer waved his hand dismissively and said, "Anyone out on the streets at this hour is either a criminal or a student."
However, in several bustling spots nearby—nightclubs, KTVs, and dance bars—the nightlife was just beginning. I stood with Gu Chen outside a nightclub called Black Forest. At that moment, I could see various young men and women vomiting on the street; some were sprawled out on the pavement fast asleep, while others were passionately kissing in drunken stupor.
In this atmosphere, a disturbing crime was quietly taking shape—body snatching.
Body snatching refers to the act of taking advantage of intoxicated individuals—either male or female—for sexual encounters. In ninety percent of cases, it involved men taking advantage of drunk women. Due to the effects of alcohol, most women had no idea who had taken them away. It was only when they regained consciousness that they would realize they had been violated, yet they often had no idea who the perpetrator was.
In such cases of crime, victims rarely choose to report it to the police; often, the incidents fade away without resolution.
The cost of committing such crimes is low and the risk of getting caught is minimal. For instance, three young men with bleached hair were sitting on the roadside around ten o'clock. They were smoking and occasionally glancing at the Black Forest bar—clearly there for body snatching.
Going to nightclubs isn't solely a man's privilege; however, if women wish to go out beforehand, they should carefully consider the potential consequences.
Yet I wasn't concerned about any of that; I was here to find someone.
Outside and inside the club felt like two different worlds. The outside was silent while inside it was as noisy as a market—shouts mingling with music and the clinking of bottles. The air was thick with the scents of cocktails, perfume, sweat, and vomit that created an intoxicating haze; it felt as if one stepped inside and was already drunk.
Staying up late lacked the courage to end this day. Beneath the neon lights and amidst the revelry, most people here were lost in their drunken dreams—they danced wildly in a haze of indulgence.
"Sir..." A waitress noticed me as I walked in.
I glanced around before casually grabbing a bottle from one of the tables. Without waiting for the patrons at that table to react angrily, I smashed it down onto their table. The waitress understood my intention to cause trouble and immediately spoke into the microphone attached to her shirt collar: "Brother Li, someone is causing a scene."
Before long, a bald man accompanied by several others appeared before me and Gu Chen.
"Was it you who caused trouble?" the bald man with a big gold chain asked.
"If I said it wasn't, would you believe me?" I replied sincerely. "I came to find Sister Mao; there's no way I could meet you otherwise."
"Sister Mao," the bald man said, throwing his shirt to the ground, revealing a dragon tattoo on his chest and a scar. "Have you grown up enough to be looking for Sister Mao? If I don’t beat you to a pulp today, I won’t be called Bald Biao!"
I felt helpless; why was the truth always so hard for people to believe?
"Just don't go too hard on me," I said.
"It's a bit late to beg for mercy now," Bald Biao replied.
I shrugged. After finishing a cigarette, Bald Biao and his henchmen were already lying on the ground. I handed a cigarette to Gu Chen and said, "Thanks for your help, brother. I'll take it from here."
Gu Chen took the cigarette and remarked, "This Bald Biao isn't even as tough as those beggars at the train station; he’s just putting on a show."
Not all beggars are genuine beggars, and not all thugs are real thugs. Many of the bouncers in bars are just local delinquents who rely on their numbers. If they ever run into someone skilled, they would stand no chance at all. The Bald Biao in front of me was clearly a fake thug, just a real lowlife.
"Do you really want to beat me up?" I asked.
The bald man shook his head.
"Can you call Sister Mao now?" I inquired.
He nodded.
An hour later, Sister Mao appeared before me. I carefully observed this woman; just as Huang Erge had told me in prison, she was in her thirties and exuded sensuality at first glance. She wore a tight-fitting outfit, her wavy hair cascading down her shoulders. The black stockings on her legs shimmered under the neon lights, and she held a small leather bag while smoking a women's cigarette.
A cloud of cigarette smoke hung in the light, enveloping the dozen or so people behind her.
"Sister Mao?" I asked.
"Is it you causing trouble?" Sister Mao replied. "The Black Forest may not be my main territory, but it's not a place where just anyone can stir up chaos. Go teach those two kids a lesson, but don't leave them disabled."
I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender and said, "I'm not here to cause trouble; I'm looking for you, Sister Mao, to help me."
Sister Mao tossed the cigarette to the ground and crushed it with her high-heeled shoe, lazily asking, "Looking for my help?"
I nodded and said, "Huang Erge once told me that if I came to this city and couldn't make it, I should seek your assistance."
"Huang Lao Er?" Sister Mao looked at me in surprise before saying, "Who are you to him? What can I help you with?"
Huang Lao Er was a prisoner in jail for organizing prostitution.
"He's like a brother to me," I replied. "I'm asking Sister Mao to help me look into someone."
With that, I pulled out a photo of the deceased and stepped closer. "Sister Mao, is this girl a prostitute?"
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