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The headache caused by alcohol is nothing to worry about; it will eventually pass. The real issue lies in the headache brought on by psychological stress. Chu Yi held his head in his hands, sitting behind his desk with his eyes tightly shut, racking his brain for a way to avoid an argument with Yan Hong when she brought in the autopsy report. He understood Yan Hong's feelings; what girl doesn't dream of getting married, settling down, and having her own cozy home with children? But he truly wasn't ready yet. How could he explain that to her?
There was a knock at the door. Chu Yi glanced at his watch; it was about that time. Let whatever was coming come. Let the storm be even fiercer! Chu Yi opened his eyes and said, "Come in." A youthful face, marked by acne, peeked through the door—it was Xiao Sun.
"Hey? Why are you still here and not home sleeping?" Chu Yi asked.
"I wanted to learn more," Xiao Sun stammered, pulling out a document that resembled a report from behind him. "I just came from the autopsy room and brought you the autopsy report."
"Oh?" Chu Yi immediately relaxed, thanking his lucky stars. He took the report and began to read. Yan Hong was a dedicated forensic doctor known for her efficiency, and since this case involved her favorite author, she had wasted no time completing her work. The report indicated that Jiang Weiting showed no signs of struggle or fighting, at least proving that she had climbed onto the stool herself to complete her final journey.
As Xiao Sun handed over the report and was about to leave Chu Yi's office, another officer rushed in. "Captain Chu, there's a lawyer here to see you."
"Who? What’s it about?"
"He’s Jiang Weiting’s lawyer."
This lawyer appeared disheveled; his shirt was buttoned incorrectly, he wasn't wearing a tie, and his shoelaces were untied. He stood at the door looking quite disheartened, clutching a newspaper under his arm.
"Captain Chu, I rushed over as soon as I saw the news."
"Sit down and take your time," Chu Yi gestured for him to sit down while glancing at the business card he handed over. His surname was Feng, and his name was Feng Dao. Chu Yi had never heard of him in legal circles. Xiao Sun promptly poured some tea.
"I have a habit of reading the news every morning as soon as I wake up. Suddenly, I saw the news about Jiang Weiting's suicide by hanging. She came to see me the day before yesterday. She rarely visits me in person; we usually communicate by phone."
"Have you always been Jiang Weiting's lawyer?" Chu Yi asked.
"Yes. I serve as her legal advisor for publishing matters."
"Was there something special that day when she specifically came to see you?"
"She entrusted me with a letter." Lawyer Feng took out a brown envelope the size of an A4 sheet from his briefcase. He opened it and pulled out a regular-sized envelope, placing it on Chu Yi's desk. Chu Yi put on gloves and picked up the envelope. Feng Dao apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't wear gloves."
"It's fine. You can leave your fingerprints later," Chu Yi said as he examined the envelope closely. It was made of white paper with a red and blue patterned border, sealed with wax, which bore a perfect imprint: a fingerprint. Chu Yi picked up Jiang Weiting's autopsy report to compare the fingerprint. Indeed, it was Jiang Weiting's right thumbprint.
Feng Dao said, "The day Jiang Weiting handed me the letter was strange. However, I didn't pay much attention at the time. She is an unusual person and often has quirky ways. She asked me to keep this letter safe and to give it to the police when 'that day' comes."
"That day?! Which day is she referring to?" Chu Yi inquired.
"I asked her the same thing back then. She didn't answer directly but said that when 'that day' arrives, I would be shocked and would understand everything then. I think the 'that day' she mentioned is today."
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