"The hymen is torn and old, there are injuries in the perineum, and residues have been extracted for examination."

"Can DNA be extracted?"

"It's been soaking in water for a month, so probably not."

"Sexual assault and murder." Qin Feng extinguished his cigarette, furrowing his brows as he picked up the report.

"The fatal injury is to the head, caused by a blunt instrument, with premortem injuries on the body. Skin tissue was found under the victim's nails, possibly from the perpetrator."

"I see." Qin Feng turned and walked away.

"I heard you caught a girl? Any results from the interrogation?"

Qin Feng waved his hand.

Back in the office, Qin Feng slammed the file on the table. "Xiao Wang, go check on Su Ya, the girl who went missing a month ago, compare her data with the victim's."

"The DNA results aren't back yet."

"Start with comparing the missing person's physical features, inform the family, and identify the body."

"Okay."

Handling cases continuously made Qin Feng weary. He picked up a file, remembering the peculiar girl from earlier. Was she a psychic or the culprit?

At four in the morning, Su Ya's mother arrived at the police station. Qin Feng washed his face with cold water and went over.

The body had been stitched up, covered in white. As she entered, she began to wail, "Ya Ya, my Ya Ya! That wicked person harmed you!"

Qin Feng leaned against the door frame, ran his hand through his hair, and lit a cigarette, furrowing his brows as he took a drag.

"Don't smoke here."

Qin Feng glanced at the weary old Liu. "How did she recognize her daughter?"

Liu paused, and both men looked towards the center of the room.

Xiao Wang approached. "Sister, is this the deceased's clothes? Can you confirm if they belonged to Su Ya?"

The woman hugged the clothes, knelt on the ground, and wailed, "It's Ya Ya's."

"Are the DNA results out?"

"Boss, it's three in the morning!"

Qin Feng gestured for Xiao Wang, who hurried over. Qin Feng lowered his voice. "Keep her here, investigate their family background and relationships nearby tomorrow morning."

"Got it."

As Qin Feng turned to leave, Xiao Wang hurriedly said, "Captain Qin, what about the interrogation room?"

"Bring her to my office, her suspicion isn't cleared yet."

Qin Feng slept for four hours in the duty room. When the DNA comparison came back, the victim was confirmed to be Su Ya.

Qin Feng went through the information. Su Ya's biological father died five years ago. Her mother remarried and had a three-year-old son now. The current husband was named Cheng Qiang, forty years old, working in renovation.

Su Ya died from blunt force trauma to the head.

Qin Feng stood up. "Bring Cheng Qiang in for questioning."

At ten thirty, Qin Feng met Cheng Qiang in the interrogation room. Cheng Qiang looked older than his actual age, wearing a grey coat with stains, sleeves too long.

Qin Feng used the remote to turn on the air conditioning; Xiao Wang glanced at him.

"Do you know this person?" Qin Feng handed him a photo.

"Ya Ya, my wife's daughter."

"She's dead."

"How did she die?" He seemed shocked but his gaze was unnatural. "It must be the person who abducted her."

"How are you sure she was abducted?"

"I'm not sure, it's what you police said." He seemed anxious.

The room was small, and it quickly heated up. Cheng Qiang wiped his neck anxiously, rolling up his sleeves.

There were scratch marks on his arms. Qin Feng said, "What was your relationship with the deceased?"

"She was my daughter, I was her father, how could it be bad?"

"When did you realize she was missing?"

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"On March 1st, my wife said she didn't come home after school, we searched but couldn't find her, so we reported to the police."

Qin Feng stood up, gesturing to Xiao Wang. "You continue."

He stepped out and called Old Liu. "Come and collect DNA."

"Whose?"

"Cheng Qiang, the deceased's stepfather."

"Do you suspect it's someone familiar?"

"From the signs of resistance, doesn't seem like a stranger's doing, right?"

"I'll be right there." Qin Feng returned to the office and pushed the door open to find the girl curled up asleep on the chair, her long hair covering half of her face, sunlight streaming in from the window. Qin Feng drank a glass of water and sat across from her, extending his long legs to nudge the chair. "Wake up."

Lin Fan, still half-dazed, thought it was an earthquake and immediately jolted awake.

"Awake?"

With a deep voice, Qin Feng looked at the weary man in front of him. "Can I let me go now?"

Lin Fan, feeling sore all over from the painful sleep, finally regained her senses. "Can you let me go?"

"Let's talk about your problems." Lin Fan raised her hand to cover her face, then put it down after a moment, taking out her phone from her pocket. "My phone is dead, can you find a charger for me? I'm waiting for an important call."

Qin Feng took it; Lin Fan's phone was an old-fashioned domestic model, not touch screen. "No one uses this kind of phone." He threw the phone back to her, and Lin Fan caught it quickly, treasuring it carefully; it was her first phone.

"Have you caught the murderer?"

"Can you really see ghosts?"

"You don't believe me, saying more won't help." Lin Fan, still not fully awake and feeling particularly uncomfortable, needed to use the restroom. "I need to go to the bathroom, can you unlock this for me?" Lin Fan gestured to the handcuffs.

Qin Feng frowned, staring at her for a moment before standing up and walking out. "Follow me."

Qin Feng brought the keys and helped her unlock them, very close to her; Lin Fan smelled the tobacco scent on him. He was tall, probably about 185 centimeters.

"Thank you."

"Liu Juan, take her to the bathroom."

A female police officer came over and took Lin Fan to the bathroom. Lin Fan came out and asked, "Was the murderer of the girl from yesterday caught?"

The police had arrived at Tao Yuan Road last night, and Su Ya's soul had disappeared.

"I can't tell you that."

Lin Fan was brought back to the office again. "Captain Qin, the person is here for you," said Liu Juan.

Qin Feng didn't handcuff Lin Fan, pointing to the opposite seat. "Sit."

Lin Fan observed cautiously and sat down. "I really didn't kill anyone, I have nothing to do with it. I just felt sorry for that child, so I agreed to help her."

Qin Feng looked up, his sharp black eyes piercing. "Do you have any evidence?"

Lin Fan instantly wilted, sitting back down and shaking her head.

Qin Feng took out a cigarette packet, noticing Lin Fan putting it back. "Can you still see her now?"

"Who?" Lin Fan looked up and met his eyes, realizing, and shook her head. "No, she disappeared when you guys arrived yesterday."

The phone rang; it was from the forensic department. Qin Feng answered. "Confirmed nail marks on Cheng Qiang's hand."

"What about the skin comparison?"

"Will be out in the afternoon."

"Okay."

"Hang up the phone." Qin Feng looked at Lin Fan. "Where was the first crime scene?"

"It's probably her house. She said she was killed there and then her body was dumped." Lin Fan thought for a moment. "She had a head injury and bled a lot. It's unlikely to have happened outside."

"Do you know she had a head injury and bled a lot?"

Lin Fan looked up, her black and white eyes looking at Qin Feng. "The soul will revert to its form at the time of death."

Qin Feng stood up and walked quickly towards Lin Fan, startling her. She wanted to step back. "What are you doing?"

Qin Feng took out handcuffs and cuffed her hands, putting the key in his pocket. "Come with me."

Are all police officers like this nowadays? What did she say wrong?

This man looked fierce.

"Wait here."

After waiting until afternoon, Lin Fan was dizzy from hunger and extremely anxious. Her phone was dead. She needed to wait for a notification from the school; it was very important. When she received the DNA comparison report, Qin Feng took people to Cheng Qiang's house.

A carpet search yielded no results.

Very unexpected.

Qin Feng stood in the cramped room for a few seconds, then said to Xiao Wang, "Is that girl still at the station?"

"Who?"

"Lin something?"

"Lin Fan, she's still in your office."

"Bring her over."

"Bring her? Why?"

"Why so much nonsense? Just do it."

As darkness fell, Lin Fan was brought to Cheng Qiang's residence. She was almost faint from hunger and wolfed down the biscuits the police bought. Qin Feng frowned when he saw her, only releasing her after a while.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Come in."

Lin Fan's hands were still cuffed, extremely unlucky. She had spent over twenty hours at the police station. As soon as she entered, she felt nauseated by the smell of blood, covering her nose. "Such a strong smell of blood."

Qin Feng paused and quickly turned around. "What? You smell blood?"

Lin Fan nodded, covering her face as she walked inside.

The house was small and cluttered. The smell of blood emanated from a small room to the east. Lin Fan pushed the door open, and the smell of blood hit her face, making her retch and tears flow.

Qin Feng also walked over. The room was small, with only a steel wire bed and a desk. There was nothing. Why did she vomit?

"What's wrong?"

"The smell of blood is strong."

Qin Feng's expression froze; he glanced at Lin Fan and then squatted down, shining a light on the ground with a tool from the toolbox.

There were dark traces, blood.

Xiao Wang exclaimed, "Is this the first crime scene?"

Qin Feng quickly found dried bloodstains in the corner of the bed, lifting the sheets. He pulled out some debris, revealing a large piece of dried blood, now black.

Lin Fan stood in the living room, feeling nauseous from the smell of blood in the house.

She seemed to hear the cries of a young girl. She kept shouting for help, but no one came to save her, and then she was killed.

"The crime scene has been found. Now all we need is the murder weapon."

Shrouded in shadow, Lin Fan finally came to her senses. She raised her head, sniffed and swallowed back her tears. "Is there anything else?"

Qin Feng took out the key and unlocked her handcuffs. His rough fingers scraped Lin Fan's wrist, causing a slight pain. Lin Fan quickly pulled her hand back, and the back of her hand hit the handcuffs, causing her to gasp in pain.

"Do you live far from here?"

"Not far." Lin Fan didn't like this man. He exuded a strong aura that made people uncomfortable.

Qin Feng pinched his brow. "Keep your phone on. The case isn't closed yet, and we may need to call you in for questioning at any time."

"Oh." Lin Fan stepped back, feeling the air less oppressive.

"Will you catch the murderer?"

"We will."

"Then I'll tell her."

Qin Feng's gaze darkened. "Don't tell anyone what you can see. It'll bring trouble to you. Let's go."

Lin Fan nodded and quickly walked to the door.

Xiao Wang passed by the police cordon and Lin Fan in the living room, walking to the living room. "Captain Qin, why did you let her go?"

"She's not the murderer."

"Then how did she find the body? Find the crime scene? She's too suspicious."

"It's not her. She didn't have the opportunity or motive." Qin Feng took off his gloves and walked out. "There are many things in the world that can't be explained. Let's find the murder weapon."