Lin Fan moved out of that building and found a two-bedroom apartment in the downtown area to share with a young couple, renting it for a thousand yuan.

The neighbors were arguing again, going round in circles, and Lin Fan felt exhausted for them. She took out the leftovers from the previous day's meal, made fried rice with eggs, and ate while scrolling through her phone.

The couple finally stopped arguing. The man opened the bedroom door and saw Lin Fan eating in the living room, hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked away.

"If you leave, don't ever come back!" The girl's voice was hoarse.

Lin Fan finished the last bite of fried rice, and the girl burst into tears. Lin Fan washed the dishes, grabbed her backpack and jacket, and left. The girl was still crying.

Lin Fan didn't understand love. She had never been in a relationship. But weren't two people together supposed to make life easier? Then why make life so exhausting after being together?

Lin Fan worked temporarily at a domestic service company, with a high salary and minimal social interaction. Cleaning was her main task, and sometimes clients asked her to cook, but Lin Fan wasn't picky.

Upon entering the company, Lin Fan received her tools and was about to leave when the manager called her, "You're doing an extra job today."

Lin Fan nodded. "Okay."

"There's a housekeeper whose family has an emergency. You'll be in charge for two days, and you'll be paid for both jobs as usual."

"Thank you."

"Here's the address. It's a four-hour job. After you finish the morning job, you can go there in the afternoon. Cooking will be paid separately."

"Got it."

Lin Fan took the note, and the manager patted her shoulder. "Off you go."

Feeling uneasy, Lin Fan took a step back. "Then I'll go."

The morning client should be a young couple who only needed cleaning twice a week. Lin Fan had never met the homeowners, not even their genders.

She quickly had lunch near the neighborhood and then rushed to the afternoon job, which was in a villa area.

Lin Fan knocked on the door, and someone quickly came to open it. Lin Fan was surprised.

"Hello, I'm from Era Domestic Service Company."

"Cleaning?" a heavily accented voice came from an elderly face, around sixty years old, an auntie.

"Hello."

"Come in."

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning," the old lady replied, saying, "Is the child awake?"

"Still sleeping."

Lin Fan entered, and the living room was a mess. Both elderly people in the villa were barefoot, and the wooden floor was very dirty.

"Where's the bathroom?"

"Over here." The auntie led her to the bathroom, which was also a mess and hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

Lin Fan smelled a strong smell of blood in the bathroom. She rubbed her nose. "Thank you."

Four hours later, Lin Fan was exhausted. This household seemed to be a couple. Lin Fan saw wedding photos in the master bedroom. Two elderly people and a two-year-old child.

"Auntie, I'm leaving now."

Exiting the villa, Lin Fan took a deep breath. The smell of blood in the villa was too strong.

As the sky darkened, Lin Fan looked at the distant dawn, unusually bright, with a sense of ominousness.

She turned on her phone, afraid of missing calls from clients during working hours.

Ten missed calls, all from the same person, Qin Feng.

Lin Fan pursed her lips and called back.

Soon Qin Feng answered the call. Lin Fan cleared her throat and said, "Hello, Officer Qin, what's the matter?"

"Why aren't you in school? The exams are coming soon, you know what dropping out means now?"

"I know, I can't go to college." Lin Fan smiled. "I'll find a school to apply to next year. Is there something else?"

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"Where are you? There's another case of heart removal. Since you're nearby, maybe you can see something."

Lin Fan waited at the entrance of the community for half an hour. A black Jeep pulled up, and Qin Feng spotted her standing there in oversized cleaning company uniform. She looked even thinner, her eyes appearing larger, and the large box she carried seemed particularly heavy to him.

Qin Feng got out of the car, and Lin Fan was already walking towards him with the box.

"Officer Qin."

"Just call me Qin Feng." Qin Feng reached for the box, but Lin Fan said, "I got it. How do you open the trunk?"

Qin Feng forcefully took the box from her and stuffed it into the trunk. It had been a long time since they last met. Lin Fan rubbed her nose. "You smell of blood."

"I came straight from the bureau. Get in."

Qin Feng turned the car around and headed for the downtown area. He glanced at Lin Fan. "You're doing cleaning here?"

"Yeah." Lin Fan looked down at her fingers, wrinkled from being soaked in water for a long time.

"Is the school causing you trouble?"

"They have their difficulties." Lin Fan sighed and smiled. "I don't blame anyone. It's my own reasons."

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"Not going to school anymore?"

The atmosphere in the car was quiet, with only sporadic conversations.

"Let's talk about it later."

"I can help you find a school."

"No need."

Qin Feng frowned and adjusted his collar.

"Can you still see ghosts now?"

"I don't know. I moved. That Ouyang is crazy, why would I believe him? Just because I moved, does that mean I'll really die?"

They arrived at the crime scene soon after. Qin Feng showed his credentials and handed Lin Fan gloves and shoe covers. "The victim is on the second floor. Same as the previous case, we found that symbol again."

Not hearing any response behind him, Qin Feng turned to see Lin Fan frowning, her face looking very unpleasant.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Fan covered her mouth and after a while, she breathed out heavily. "Strong smell."

"Can you endure it?"

Lin Fan met his steady gaze and nodded. "It's okay. There's nothing on the first floor, and I can't sense any souls either."

"Then let's head upstairs."

The smell of blood on the second floor was stronger. Lin Fan stopped at the doorway, her footsteps halting.

There was blood on the floor, which was made of marble and wouldn't absorb it, so the spread was extensive.

She crouched down to examine the door frame, and Qin Feng also stopped in his tracks.

"What did you find?"

"There's a fingerprint here." Lin Fan looked up at Qin Feng with wide eyes. "A black fingerprint. Didn't you see it?"

Qin Feng shook his head, then immediately took out a box and opened it, handing Lin Fan some tape. "See if you can lift it. Where exactly is it? I can't see."

But this spot had blood, and the maid who cleaned it said she wiped away the blood here.

Lin Fan tried the tape, but there was nothing on it. She looked puzzled, her expression grave. "What is this? It won't lift."

Qin Feng sighed and put the items back in the box. "Let's go inside and take a look."

Lin Fan also gave up. These things she could see, but they couldn't be used as evidence by ordinary people.

The master bedroom was very spacious, and besides the smell of blood, there was also a scent. Mixed with the blood and the stench, it was nauseating. Lin Fan retched.

"Are you okay?"

"When was this discovered?"

"The maid called the police at 9:30 in the morning, and we arrived at 10."

"Was there any incense or traces of ashes in the room?"

"No," Qin Feng replied.

Lin Fan walked around the blood to the other side of the bed. The smell came from the drawer, just like the room Qin Feng had taken her to last time, but the smell was much fainter now. Not as pungent, but the contrast between the scent and the blood was striking.

Incense? Qin Feng hadn't seen it, but if there was odor anesthesia, then the victim not resisting would be explained.

"What do you smell?"

"It's very fragrant." Lin Fan opened the drawer and flipped through the Buddhist scripture.

"I've already taken the things out, same as last time."

Lin Fan closed the drawer and turned towards the small tea table by the window, where a tea set was placed.

"There's no soul here." She opened the tea set and examined it.

"The tea set is empty."

Qin Feng approached as well. He was tall, and Lin Fan felt a bit oppressed being too close, so she backed away.

Lin Fan opened the teapot and sniffed. "Can you tell me more specifically?"

Qin Feng recounted everything and then looked at Lin Fan. "What do you think?"

"不一定是熟人作案，你们的熟人作案依据是门锁没有损坏痕迹，受害人心甘情愿被杀死。" Lin Fan sat down, pondered for a moment, and then said, "The homeowner believes in Buddhism. If it's a monk or someone reputable in the field of metaphysics, it's also easy for them to enter the bedroom. Why don't you have a seat too?"

Qin Feng seemed to think of something, pulled out his phone, and quickly walked outside. "I'll make a call. Don't move."

Lin Fan stared at the tea cups on the table. This situation might be more complicated than she thought. Once she got into Qin Feng's car, she knew she couldn't back out. She couldn't let go of that innocent girl who had been killed.

Soon Qin Feng returned, taking away several cups.

"Any discoveries?"

"Not yet," Qin Feng's expression was grave. "The scent might be a type of anesthesia. We're investigating."

"Can I see the victim's body?"

Qin Feng looked at her with deep black eyes, not answering immediately.

"If his soul is with his body, maybe we can find something."

This was against the rules. Lin Fan didn't have the right to participate in the case.

Qin Feng remained silent for a moment and then said, "Alright, come with me."

As they left the villa, the sky had already darkened.

Qin Feng looked serious the whole way, while Lin Fan stared at the deepening twilight outside, feeling heavy-hearted.

At the autopsy center, they saw the victim's body, which was in a terrible state, with the chest cut open. The visual impact made Lin Fan want to vomit. She walked around the body and smelled a strange fragrance.

The forensic examiner, Liu, touched Qin Feng's arm and lifted his chin. "Has this girl seen her before?"

"The case of Su Ya's body found by her."

The forensic examiner crossed his arms and rubbed his chin. "The third eye?"

"Yeah."

"As a police officer, your ideological consciousness is not good. How can you believe in feudal superstition? Hey, where are you going?"

Qin Feng walked towards Lin Fan. "Did you see anything?"

Lin Fan shook her head, her gaze shifting past Qin Feng to the forensic examiner. "Uncle, there's a child on your shoulder."

The forensic examiner's face instantly turned pale as he slowly turned his head to look behind him. "What? Really? You saw it?"

He had just taken over a case of a missing child a few days ago.

Lin Fan didn't say anything, just put her hands in her pockets. "Officer Qin, can I talk to you alone?"

"Just call me Qin Feng," Qin Feng said.

Lin Fan rubbed her nose again. "Is it impolite?"

Qin Feng's eyebrows twitched, sensing something wasn't right.

Sure enough, Lin Fan said, "Uncle Qin."

The forensic examiner was taken aback. "Did you just call Qin Feng 'uncle'?"

Qin Feng kicked him. "Shut up."

The forensic examiner's face turned purple. "He's only twenty-nine—"