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My cold demeanor had angered my reckless assistant, Xiao Hu, who had fallen madly in love with me. In a fit of rage, she threw a stack of documents down and stormed out. As I heard the sound of her high heels clicking away, I glanced at the papers left behind.
The documents required my signature and indicated that they were related to a special case inspection report.
Suddenly, the phone rang, startling me. I picked it up to find my boss on the line.
"Ouyang, do you have any leads on the Nanning Car Accident Explosion Case?"
I adjusted my tie and apologized, "Boss, I just got to the office."
"Alright, there's a meeting at ten o'clock. You need to attend."
"Got it." I hung up and picked up the file that Xiao Hu had left on my desk.
The file contained photos of the deceased from the Nanning Car Accident Explosion Case. Looking at the gruesome images of mangled bodies made my throat churn; I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I couldn't help but think that if I hadn't come back to life, I would have been among them. Perhaps their bodies were scattered and unrecognizable due to the force of the explosion.
My revival was not a gift from fate but rather an invisible curse.
I pinched one of the photos between my fingers, my thoughts drifting back to an event that happened long ago…
During those war-torn years, my parents mysteriously disappeared many years ago, leading me to this unfamiliar place. Driven by my passion for medicine, I became a doctor at a Refugee Shelter.
My superiors warned that war was everywhere, and battlefields were all around us; even in our rear area, there were hidden enemies lurking about, occasionally causing destruction.
A large number of refugees began to show signs of infection, developing strange rashes all over their bodies. Autopsies revealed bleeding in their internal organs, particularly significant hemorrhaging in the lungs. Moreover, among the dense rashes on the arms and backs of the deceased were inconspicuous needle marks.
We suspected that someone was up to no good.
Murder for profit? That didn't seem plausible.
Most of the people in the Refugee Camp were beggars, without a penny to their name.
So what could be the reason for killing these defenseless refugees? To investigate further, I paid special attention to any strangers coming and going from the Refugee Camp.
My story began when I noticed a suspicious figure lurking around the Refugee Camp. Acting on my own, I followed them into a narrow alley known as Azure Stone Slab Alley, and unexpectedly fell into a trap…
When I woke up, I felt a chilling atmosphere surrounding me. Several people dressed in white coats stood around; their cold gazes pierced through me like venomous snakes ready to strike.
At my feet lay a tray filled with surgical instruments and tools. One person wearing a large mask approached me, holding a syringe, their eyes fixed on mine as they slowly drew closer…
With something stuffed in my mouth, I screamed and struggled desperately, my heart racing as I shouted, "Who are you? What do you want?"
They ignored my struggles and the terror that widened my eyes. Casually, they injected an unknown liquid into my veins. In an instant, I felt my eyes bulging dramatically, like a kaleidoscope that magnified and shrank the faces of those around me before they vanished. Yet, my mind remained alert.
I felt as if I had fallen into an endless darkness, plummeting uncontrollably into an abyss… An instinctive intuition told me that I was not dead but transformed.
"Knock knock." The door banged heavily as Xiao Hu appeared at the entrance with a pout. "Ouyang, the boss wants you in the conference room."
Damn! Every time my thoughts were interrupted like this, it really annoyed me; yet I couldn't lash out. Instead, I maintained my composure and smiled, saying, "Thank you, I'll be there shortly."
In our unit, this is how things go. Whenever something happens, there are big meetings and small meetings, as if holding a meeting will somehow provide the answers. In my opinion, instead of wasting time talking in circles during these meetings, it would be better to focus on taking preventive measures; to prepare for everything and guard against unnecessary bloodshed happening again.
Ignoring Xiao Hu's pretentiousness, her curvy figure and overly low neckline failed to capture my attention. She seemed a bit disheartened as she left the office, swaying her hips to print some documents.
The usual formal meeting process felt tedious and uncomfortable; today, however, my boss decided to start by playing a video before officially raising various questions about the explosion accident on the Nanning Expressway.
As the video reached the part where I leaned forward to look at the traffic jam, my heart tightened slightly. I wished that segment would pass quickly; damn the playback machine, it chose that moment to freeze, and my face became a focal point on the screen.
I feigned calmness, staring indifferently at the camera...
Some colleagues whispered among themselves, pointing as if discussing how I resembled Ouyang.
My boss urged someone to check the player while also noticing my elongated face in close-up on the screen.
His sharp gaze swept over me before he turned serious and said suddenly, "I really wonder if this person on camera is Ouyang's Twin Brother?"
Faced with the curious looks from my colleagues, filled with a mix of intrigue and skepticism, I was surprised by my own detached composure. How could I maintain such calmness if I hadn't experienced life's ups and downs?
Once the player was fixed, my boss cleared his throat and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, jokes are meant to be made. Ouyang lacks a bit of humor; he's too serious."
The whispers ceased as everyone focused intently on our leader analyzing the details surrounding the Nanning explosion case.
At that moment, a door behind me quietly opened, followed by soft footsteps and a faint scent wafting in.
The superior admired the newcomer with a smile, and since I was facing away, I couldn't tell whether the person was male or female.
But soon enough, I saw her.
How should I describe her? Dashing? Extraordinary? A woman who rivals men? Such phrases seem rather clichéd when applied to her. The moment I laid eyes on her, a mysterious light floated and transcended all my feelings, as if I had known her for centuries. It felt like we had crossed mountains and rivers to meet here, and she reminded me of a warm, sweet dream that transcends time.
She introduced herself: her name was Nicole, and she was here for the Nanning Expressway Explosion Case, specifically requesting me, Ouyang Cheng, to be the lead forensic expert on this case.
Thus, we became an ideal pair and the best partners. After mutual admiration and seamless communication, we went for afternoon tea; then, you know how it goes—no one can resist the allure of a beautiful woman, especially one as exceptional as her.
Perhaps we had both been lonely for too long; before diving into our intense work, we needed to unwind.
So, we indulged in what could be called a romantic night; this kind of romance was limited to adults. We wouldn’t put each other in difficult positions nor would we feel any reservations about this encounter.
When we were together, our identities, personal matters, and work were clearly separated.
My strength lay in uncovering all relevant suspicious clues from the lifeless body before us.
Nicole excelled at finding breakthroughs in the case based on the clues I provided.
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