The first top lady

Song Yixuan did not remember what Song Yishen said, or rather, she had no intention of listening to Song Yishen. She missed the traffic light and walked straight forward with the fried chicken she had just bought from a roadside stall in her hand.

The aroma of food wafts in, it’s the taste of family reunion.

Before he knew it, Song Yixuan had walked into an old residential building, and from time to time he could hear the voices of children.

Although the house is old, it exudes vitality everywhere, and life continues in metabolism.

The road was dark, with the only dim lights coming from the homes on both sides.

As she turned the corner and entered a blind spot, her vision dimmed. She had been walking for a long time and should be able to cross the neighborhood soon.

"what--"

A scream was heard from above, revealing the aura of murder.

She is always very sensitive about these things.

Maybe it's talent, maybe it's instinct, maybe it's an obsession that can't be let go...

Song Yixuan stopped, hesitated for two seconds, and then turned around and went back to the door of the building he had just passed.

The iron door with visible rust was not closed. Song Yixuan used the back of his hand to hold the gap in the door, pushed the door open forcefully, and walked up the stairs quietly.

This residential building is a bit old, with a uniform five-story design, no elevator, and a narrow corridor. The concrete floor has cracks, and the places where people often step on it are shiny and dusty on both sides. The light bulbs in the corridor glow yellow, and one on the second floor is broken. The timid people may not dare to pass by here in the middle of the night.

But Song Yixuan was wearing all white today, from head to toe, and seemed to be floating in the corridor.

Song Yixuan had already reached the third floor and saw that a house's door was half-open, and the light inside stopped abruptly at the crack of the door.

This half-open door seems to separate the inside and the outside into two worlds.

A faint smell of blood wafted over from inside. Song Yixuan stepped onto the last step, opened the door with the back of his hand, and walked in.

Standing inside the door and looking around, everything was clean and tidy. It was extremely quiet inside, without even the sound of breathing or heartbeat.

Her sense of smell is more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and the smell of blood must be coming from the inner bedroom.

There was indeed a dead body lying on the bedroom floor, its face covered in blood, its stomach ripped open, and blood all around it.

Judging from the body shape and clothing, it should be a male corpse.

Elsewhere, there was nothing unusual in the kitchen or bathroom, and there was no sign of rummaging in the house.

"Not seeking money..." Song Yixuan analyzed silently.

Then she walked into the bedroom. Even though she was alone in front of the bloody corpse in the middle of the night, she remained calm and fearless, as if she was used to it.

"Disemboweled..." Song Yixuan avoided the blood and thought around the corpse, "...it seems like something is missing?"

The murderer's methods were truly cruel. Could it be that he had some deep hatred for the deceased?

wrong!

The murderer took away the victim's internal organs. Could it be that he wanted to... resell the organs?

That's not right! All organs that can be traded are still there.

Just when Song Yixuan was puzzled, suddenly a black foreign object was thrown in from the balcony in front of her, flew straight towards her, fell to the floor, rolled twice, and stopped right next to her right foot.

Looking down, she saw that her white canvas shoes and trouser legs were covered with dense blood stains, which were particularly eye-catching.

Song Yixuan frowned in annoyance, glared at the black thing at his feet, and took two steps back in disgust.

Although she was a little emotional, she could guess at a glance that the thing wrapped in a black plastic bag and thrown in should be the missing organs of the deceased.

It's just that the tie of the black plastic bag was a little loose, and there was a lot of blood on the outside, and the ground where it rolled was also stained with a few bloodstains.

There were also blood spots splashed from falling to the ground.

This is the third floor, and the things were thrown in from downstairs. I guess the murderer hasn't gone far yet.

However, she didn't want to chase after him.

She had no intention of coming up, but her undying sense of responsibility drove her to the crime scene.

She thought she didn't want to meddle in other people's business. Perhaps from the moment she stepped onto the stairs, she could no longer completely extricate herself from this "other matter", which also doomed her to be unable to truly stand idly by.

Song Yixuan suddenly felt that things were a little unpleasant today. Could it be because she had just stepped on the threshold?

As expected, the threshold cannot be stepped on to ward off evil spirits.

Otherwise, you might accidentally run into a major criminal case.

However, her current identity does not allow her to participate, and she does not want to participate either, so she decided to call the police first.

As a result, she had just taken out her cell phone and had not had time to unlock it when a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor.

"police!"

Two plainclothes detectives, a man and a woman, came in and looked around cautiously.

The sirens downstairs were getting closer and closer, and their large force was arriving.

"We are the criminal police from the Shenhai Criminal Investigation Team," the female criminal police revealed her identity, "We just received a report from the masses. Please go back with us and cooperate with us to investigate the situation at the scene."

The male detective and the technician who came in later were already investigating the scene.

Song Yixuan nodded with a cold expression.

She is familiar with the process and knows that the job of a criminal policeman is not easy, so she will cooperate fully.

But she still cursed herself in her heart for being so shameless and meddling in other people's affairs.

But could she really pretend she didn't see anything and just walk away?

Song Yixuan doesn't understand himself. He clearly wants to stay out of trouble, but he always meddles in other people's business.

She is always rocking.

Chen Yuan came to the bedroom and asked Han Ming: "How is it?"

"Nothing was missing from the room, and there were no signs of rummaging. The door lock was not pried open, so it can be preliminarily determined that the crime was committed by an acquaintance." Han Ming is the captain of the fourth team of the Shenhai Criminal Investigation Bureau, with a 100% crime-solving rate.

"The witnesses may be able to provide some clues."

When Song Yixuan came out, a cordon had been set up downstairs. Chen Yuan took her into a police car, and the car was quiet all the way.

Shenhai Criminal Investigation Bureau.

Song Yixuan looked through the car window at the plaque hanging at the entrance of the Criminal Investigation Bureau and remembered that an old acquaintance worked here.

trial room.

This was Song Yixuan's first time to come to such a place. It was very quiet and he could clearly hear the sound of the hands of the clock hanging on the wall moving.

Next to the interrogation room, Han Ming and Chen Yuan were observing Song Yixuan through the one-way glass.

"Do you think there's something wrong with her?" Chen Yuan asked.

"No." Han Ming had a blank expression on his face. He thought about the various possibilities of the case, but he always felt that the woman in front of him was more difficult to understand than the case itself. He asked, "If you were just an ordinary person, what would your reaction be when you saw the victim?"

"Fear, panic, terror..." Chen Yuan couldn't help but gasp when she thought of the bloody corpse.

"But she is very calm." Han Ming looked at Song Yixuan, who was as calm as ever. She even ate the fried chicken in the bag leisurely. "Even if she is the murderer, she can't be so calm."

Chen Yuan suddenly admired Song Yixuan, "Such a good psychological quality, even those of us who have been in contact with all kinds of corpses for many years can't guarantee that we can do it."

That's why Han Ming felt that Song Yixuan should not be simple.

Song Yixuan slowly ate the fried chicken which had already cooled down. It was not very tasty anymore. WeChat messages popped up from time to time. She felt a little anxious. She looked up at the door, but there was still no movement.

Han Ming finally caught a glimpse of annoyance and uneasiness in Song Yixuan's eyes. Did he overestimate Song Yixuan? Was her previous calmness just a disguise?

Song Yixuan couldn't wait for anyone to come, so she didn't urge him. She silently opened her cell phone, scrolled through the address book, clicked on a contact and sent a text message.

Then he put away his phone and continued eating fried chicken.

Song Yishen kept urging her, which made her upset, so she simply turned a blind eye and satisfied her appetite first.

Han Ming saw that Song Yixuan's brows relaxed instantly, and he remained calm and composed, as if he had just eaten a bite of fried chicken that was not to his liking.

Chen Yuan glanced at the time and said, "It's getting late. I'll go in and ask first." She handed a glass of water to Song Yixuan and said, "Sorry, something delayed me."

Song Yixuan smiled calmly, "It's okay."

A crisp cell phone ringtone rang in the empty interrogation room. Song Yixuan looked down and saw that it was Song Yishen calling.

I thought since she didn't reply to my message, I had no choice but to call her.

Judging from the time, that person should be here soon.

Song Yixuan directly clicked on Song Yishen's WeChat, without typing, just sent a location. Then he started to pick up the chicken bones on the table, wiped the oil stains on his hands, and wiped the table twice. He found that the oil on the paper was all on the table. He paused, threw the napkin into the bag, and immediately tied the bag.

I guess no one noticed.

If Han Ming had continued to observe, he would have discovered that Song Yixuan would feel guilty about such a small matter. It was impossible for him to be so calm after killing someone.

In fact, Han Ming did see it. He never doubted Song Yixuan from the beginning, he just felt that she was unpredictable.

When Han Ming went out, he ran into someone, "Director He? Why are you here?"

He Fali had a dignified yet kind smile on his face and joked, "Let me see if you are hiding someone?"

"Tibetan?" Han Ming was puzzled. "There is only one witness. Do you want to meet him?"

"Well, let's take a look."

When He Fali saw that it was Song Yixuan, he immediately became respectful and said, "Miss Song, long time no see. We were not able to greet you in time. We apologize for not hosting you well enough."

Song Yixuan picked up the garbage and walked out, "You're worrying too much." She just wanted to leave quickly, but she didn't want to break the procedures and rules.

Sometimes she was afraid of these people, because their polite words always made it difficult for her to deal with them. However, they always got things done quickly.

"Come up and sit?"

"No," she didn't dare to stay outside any longer, Song Yishen should be here soon. In fact, she and He Fali were not very familiar with each other, so they could only chat casually: "New subordinates?"

"Yes, but don't underestimate him because of his young age. His ability to solve cases is the best in Shenhai."

"You have good taste."

"As for your master..." He Fali paused and said, "Actually, I'm very happy that you can come to me. You don't have to take care of your master's affairs by yourself. If you need anything, feel free to come to me."

Song Yixuan smiled and said, "Okay."

As they were talking, the two of them had already walked downstairs.

"I'll send someone to take you back."

"no need."

Just then a car was driving towards here, slowing down and stopping. The person was Song Yishen.