Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

I saw it twice in Chapter 13.

"I need a portrait artist."

The first thing Su Miaoyi said to Zhuang Yanzheng after she came to her senses was this.

Seeing her pale face and the beads of sweat on her cheeks, Zhuang Yanzheng immediately left the office.

"Qi Feng!" Only Zhuang Yanzheng would shout so loudly at the Municipal Bureau, "Have Lu Zhishen bring his drawing board to the office."

"Okay." Qi Feng grabbed the fried dough stick and ran off.

Zhuang Yanzheng stood at the office door and looked back at Su Miaoyi.

Su Miaoyi sat in the chair with her hands on the table.

It looks like an ordinary sitting posture.

However, her back was straight, her shoulders were tense, and upon closer inspection, her arms were trembling very slightly.

His hands were clenched together, so tightly they were trembling.

Lu Zhishen arrived quickly with his drawing board.

She was still dressed very casually.

"What is it?" Lu Zhishen asked.

Upon hearing him speak, Su Miaoyi stood up.

When Lu Zhishen saw that it was her again, he glanced at Zhuang Yanzheng.

“Painter Lu,” Su Miaoyi called out.

Lu Zhishen looked at her.

Zhuang Yanzheng suddenly looked puzzled.

Your Mandarin is usually quite standard, so why do you have an accent now?
"Sit down." Zhuang Yanzheng gestured with his chin toward the sofa.

Lu Zhishen and Su Miaoyi sat on the sofa.

Zhuang Yanzheng also sat down.

"Are you an eyewitness again?" Lu Zhishen took out a pen from his pocket again.

Su Miaoyi nodded.

Lu Zhishen was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any further questions.

“It’s a location,” Su Miaoyi said.

Lu Zhishen nodded: "Go ahead."

“I saw the buildings outside through a very small window,” Su Miaoyi said. “That window faces west.”

She roughly determined the direction by the sunlight, the shadows, and the orientation of the houses she could see.

Lu Zhishen understood what she meant, so he started the draft according to her perspective.

"It should be a self-built house, two stories in total, with a stone gray exterior and no other decorations, just ordinary walls," Su Miaoyi said, recalling what she had seen.

It was still that same dark and cramped room.

She stood on a chair, looking out through the small window.

She saw the houses outside and the streets outside.

There are no tall buildings.

As far as the eye can see, there are mostly two-story buildings.

There are brick-red walls, as well as gray and white walls.

Streets, utility poles.

Based on her instructions, Lu Zhishen made some revisions and quickly drew the picture.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at it and asked, "Did you see the number on the utility pole?"

"No." Su Miaoyi had just carefully recalled the telephone pole but did not see any number on it.

She looked at the location drawn and thought for a moment before saying, "There's a cell tower here, but it's far away."

Lu Zhishen revised her account, reconstructing the signal tower she saw: "Based on this scale, the signal tower should be on a mountain, or somewhere on a relatively high elevation."

“I overheard some people talking; judging from their voices, they were from Jinghai,” Su Miaoyi said.

“Self-built houses, mountains, signal towers.” Zhuang Yanzheng picked up a tablet from the table and opened a map of Jinghai.

Lu Zhishen looked at Su Miaoyi again.

"What did you hear?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked, looking at the map.

"One of Bamboo, Two of Circles, Pong! It's your turn, draw a tile. This weather is so hot, I can't sleep even with the fan on. Let's turn on the air conditioner. My legs hurt when the air conditioner is on." Su Miaoyi recounted the voices she heard while standing by the window, "They were all men's voices."

Lu Zhishen said, "Playing mahjong? My legs hurt when the air conditioning is on, and the population here is older."

Zhuang Yanzheng continued searching for locations on the map: "What else do you see?"

Lu Zhishen then looked at Su Miaoyi.

Su Miaoyi frowned slightly: "I didn't see anything else, but I overheard some conversations."

Zhuang Yanzheng paused for a moment, then looked up at her and asked, "What?"

Su Miaoyi still saw everything through that girl's eyes.

She stood on a chair and looked out the window.

Suddenly the door was opened from the outside.

Hearing the door open, she was startled, her legs went weak, and she fell off the chair.

He fell to the ground, huddled in a corner, and hid his head on his knees.

She was trembling uncontrollably, hugging herself tightly, and dared not look at them at all.

So Su Miaoyi didn't see anything either.

But I overheard their conversation.

It was the voices of two men.

What happened to his head? And what happened to his face?

"It's nothing, I just accidentally fell and bumped my head. My face is allergic to something bad I ate, but as long as you take precautions, it won't affect anything."

"Really? It's not contagious, is it?"

"When have you ever heard of allergies being contagious?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out again: "I've already given her a bath, don't worry."

"That won't look good either, can you make it cheaper?" the man said again.

"Alright, alright, I'll let you off the hook this time, but not next time."

Then came the sound of the door closing.

The sounds outside faded into the distance.

Then the scene shifts, and she is plunged into another kind of darkness.

I couldn't see anything either.

It was a darkness unlike the kind that clings to your fear; it was a light, floating darkness, as if detached from your body, a darkness devoid of all senses. Then Su Miaoyi came to her senses.

After Su Miaoyi finished speaking, Lu Zhishen and Zhuang Yanzheng both fell silent for a moment.

Zhuang Yanzheng lowered his head and continued looking at the map.

Su Miaoyi said, "Those self-built houses look quite old; the soundproofing probably isn't very good."

“Everyone around me is someone I know, someone I’ve lived with for decades. It’s possible they’d cover for each other.” Zhuang Yanzheng put down his tablet. “This place fits the bill best.”

After he finished speaking, he stood up, opened the office door, and shouted, "Qi Feng, bring a few men and come with me."

Su Miaoyi followed him: "Can I go too?"

Zhuang Yanzheng turned around and looked at her.

Su Miaoyi said, "I've never seen the same person twice. Judging from their conversation, what I saw later seemed to have happened after they hit their head. I mean, could the person still be alive? It's easier for me to understand since I'm a girl."

In the scenes I've seen before, all the victims were dead.

So when Su Miaoyi saw the footage at home that morning, she also thought it was that girl.
But she saw it again just now, and she felt it was different from before.

"Take the breakfast from the table," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi quickly grabbed the breakfast from the table and jogged to catch up with Zhuang Yanzheng.

Lu Zhishen was the only one left in the office.

He had a lot of questions, but no one could answer them.

He was starting to doubt whether he could understand Chinese this morning.

She saw it all, and she's right here, so why doesn't she know where it is?
Why can she only hear but not see?

What did those words mean? What do you mean by seeing it twice?

Lu Zhishen wondered if he was hallucinating from staying up all night.

Su Miaoyi got into the car with Zhuang Yanzheng.

Qi Feng sat in the passenger seat.

Su Miaoyi, sitting in the back and holding breakfast, asked, "How are you going to eat while you're driving?"

"You haven't had breakfast either, have you? You should eat some," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi glanced at it and said, "I don't have the habit of eating breakfast."

"Eat something," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "Don't let your blood sugar drop halfway through, or we'll have to resuscitate you."

Su Miaoyi fell silent.

She inserted a straw into the soy milk and drank it.

The scallion pancake was placed on the armrest box.

It took more than an hour to drive there.

After getting off the bus, the surrounding area was almost entirely composed of two-story self-built houses.

Su Miaoyi spotted the signal tower on the distant mountain.

They went to the location shown in the drawing.

This place is huge.

The names are all xxx village.

This place is divided into four such villages.

Moreover, the signal tower is quite far away. By comparing it with a map, you can calculate the approximate distance.

The area is almost entirely this one large region.

The group split up, comparing their findings while asking passersby for directions.

Zhuang Yanzheng asked, "Grandpa, is there a place to play mahjong nearby?"

"What?" the old man exclaimed.

"A place to play mahjong, mahjong!" Zhuang Yanzheng shouted.

The old man nodded and gestured with his hands: "Yes, that's right, I'm eighty-five this year."

Zhuang Yanzheng: "."

He gave the old man a thumbs up: "You're healthy and blessed."

The old man laughed.

Zhuang Yanzheng sighed and continued searching.

Su Miaoyi jogged through rows of streets.

The sun rose, and the temperature rose higher and higher.

She jogged along, and soon her back was soaked with sweat.

They ran into another street.

Looking at the surrounding houses, I ran a few steps inside.

She suddenly heard cries for help.

A very soft sound.

"Help, help me, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, please help me."

Su Miaoyi quickened her pace and ran inside, turning the corner.

She saw the lime-colored walls, and the same house as in the picture she had seen.

She looked across at the other side.

The walls were unfamiliar.

But that tall, small window.

"Help! It hurts so much! Help me!"

Hearing the cries for help, Su Miaoyi walked to the door.

She heard the man cursing: "What's the point of going to the hospital! What will you say if you go to the hospital! She's not even showing, she's just bleeding, that's all! Just make her some brown sugar water. It'll get better after a while. You bastard! Which son of a bitch didn't use protection! If I find out, I'll make him pay a hefty sum."

Hearing the sound, Su Miaoyi raised her hand and slammed it hard against the door.

"Who is it?" a voice came from inside.

Su Miaoyi pounded on the door a few more times.

"I'm not playing mahjong today, let's go play somewhere else!" the man shouted.

Su Miaoyi pounded on the door even louder.

Finally, the door opened.

The man came out, saw her, and asked, "Who are you?"

Su Miaoyi looked at him: "Police officer."

(End of this chapter)