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Yan Kongyue nodded. "How about I talk to Liao Ju and get you some identification?"
"Sure!"
"Then we'll head back to the capital, and you stay here to solve the case!"
"Aunt, you're being unreasonable!"
At this point, Yan Xiao Jun and the others understood that these two were aunt and niece, not a couple.
"Yan Kongyue, are you hungry?" Lin Qian had finished tidying up and stepped out of the room.
"I'm starving!"
"I ordered some food; it should be here soon. Let's eat before we leave!"
"Alright! Captain Yan, come eat with me. My cousin Yan Kongyue can't work on an empty stomach."
Since they had said so, Yan Xiao Jun didn't want to rush her. After all, they needed her help, and it wouldn't be right to make someone work on an empty stomach.
"Yan Dui, it won't help to rush this case. During the day, there's nothing we can do; we'll only know if the culprit is human or ghost at night."
"Why's that?" Wen Nuan was intrigued.
"You all suspect that the culprit isn't human. How could we possibly catch a ghost during the day?"
"So you're saying we can catch that ghost at night!" Yan Xiao Jun quickly grasped the key point in Feng Xing's words.
"As long as we can find it, catching it is just a matter of time."
Just then, the doorbell rang, and a waiter entered with a line of small carts.
Before long, the dining table was filled with an array of dishes—land, sea, and air were all represented. There were things flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the sea.
"Time to eat!" Huo Jingyu was the last to leave the room but the first to rush to the dining table.
"Yan Dui, don't be polite! We're all part of the same team now!"
Yan Xiao Jun actually felt a bit embarrassed, but since Lin Qian said they were a team now, he decided not to hold back. After all, they were going to investigate together. Zhang Zhenggang had already given him special permission to solve as many cases as possible while they were in Yang City.
There was no way around it; they weren't just trying to take advantage of a situation—they genuinely lacked the ability. Those cases felt like some of the world's greatest mysteries with no leads whatsoever. They had sought help from many Xuanmen and Zhong Ren practitioners, but it had been of no use. They could exorcise ghosts or tell fortunes, but solving cases was far beyond their reach.
After a hearty meal, they returned to Yangcheng Police Station in the afternoon.
In the morgue, the sliding doors of the ice cabinets opened one by one, revealing patched-up corpses that made one's scalp tingle.
The body was contorted, with the head thrown back, chest and abdomen protruding, and the back arched. The limbs were bent at unnatural angles, resembling symptoms of tetanus or meningitis. Yan Kongyue examined the corpses one by one.
The forensic expert was somewhat surprised. Earlier that morning, she had received a notification stating that some skilled individuals would come to assist with the case and needed to review related evidence. She was a bit worried about whether they could handle seeing so many corpses at once.
To her surprise, several young people arrived, which made her heart race even more. She couldn't understand what her superiors were thinking. However, since they seemed unafraid, she decided not to worry too much.
But the young girl didn’t seem scared at all; she appeared quite professional. Feeling the weight of their gaze upon her, the forensic expert quickly looked at Yan Kongyue.
Indeed, during our examination, we found no signs of such ailments in the deceased. On the contrary, all the joints of the bodies had been forcibly dislocated from outside pressure, and each corpse's joints had been dislocated simultaneously.
Lin Qian showed little reaction, but Huo Jingyu felt a crack echo in his ears as an image flashed in his mind.
This was our biggest point of suspicion. If it were done by a person, dislocating each joint one by one was feasible. But if all joints were dislocated at once, there could only be one explanation. Yan Xiao Jun's unfinished words resonated with everyone present.
Were these individuals dying on the first and fifteenth of every month?
Exactly! One person died every half month! It seemed that Wen Nuan realized something and slapped her forehead. Of course! How did I not think of the first and fifteenth?
What date is it today? Yan Kongyue asked casually.
It’s the thirtieth day of the fifth lunar month, which corresponds to the sixth day of the solar calendar!
Hmm, do you need me to help you restore the bodies?
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