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The letter was a love note devoid of any formal address, an understanding shared between the two. The stationery was of high quality, featuring a subtle light blue watermark, a recent technological advancement. It was unlikely to be a love letter from Jiang Weiting's parents; it seemed more like it belonged to her.
From the expression in the letter, it was clear that the admirer was infatuated with Jiang Weiting to the point of obsession. Who was this admirer? Was he connected to the case? All the letters bore the same handwriting, indicating they were penned by one person. The letters were carefully arranged according to the progression of feelings, suggesting that Jiang Weiting ultimately accepted this person's affection. So why, after the news of her suicide broke across major media outlets, did this deeply enamored individual remain so silent?
Chu Yi sat down at Jiang Weiting's desk and opened her computer. There were no works of hers saved on it. She was a writer captivated by the 1930s and had not used a computer for her writing. After shutting down the computer, Chu Yi quietly sat at the desk, attempting to experience what Jiang Weiting might have felt while writing. He closed his eyes and heard distant barks from a couple of dogs. A waft of honeysuckle fragrance drifted in with the wind, rich and sweet. It was no wonder many writers preferred to write at night; in such moments, all sensations were heightened, even the smallest details of life became vivid close-ups.
Before leaving, Chu Yi found a small stack of signed photographs of Jiang Weiting in another drawer. He weighed them in his hand for a moment, pulled one out, and tucked it into his pocket. Gently locking the courtyard door behind him, he turned and stepped onto the street, only to be blinded by two beams of bright light.
"Don't move," someone shouted from the darkness.
Sighing, Chu Yi raised his hands and said in a cinematic tone, "Don't shoot; I'm one of the good guys."
The flashlight beams shifted away, revealing two police officers from patrol duty. Their eyes were wary. "Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night at a crime scene?"
"I'm Detective Chu Yi from the Criminal Investigation Department. Here’s my ID." Just as Chu Yi reached for his pocket, one of the officers said, "Hey, it's really him! I saw him at a party once."
"You see? We're all on the same side here. I'm here for work," Chu Yi explained.
The tone of both officers softened: "Sorry about that, Captain Chu. We're just doing our job."
"No problem at all," Chu Yi waved his hand dismissively as he prepared to leave.
The officer who recognized him suddenly blocked his path with a smile and said, "Captain Chu, I'm Zuo Xiao Zhi. I really admire your work. How about I treat you to dinner sometime?"
"You want to transfer over?" Chu Yi asked directly as he understood immediately.
"You really are sharp. Is there any chance of that happening?"
"I can't decide on that. However, you can help us solve this case," Chu Yi said.
"Oh? Really?"
"You have some free time during the day. Help me ask Jiang Weiting's neighbors if they have seen the same man frequently visiting her home." Chu Yi had just thought of this idea. This way, it could save some manpower for the criminal investigation department.
"Love-related murder?" Zuo Xiao Zhi immediately suggested, looking quite engaged in the situation.
"Maybe. However, any progress must be kept absolutely confidential from the outside. If anything comes up, call the department immediately." Chu Yi spoke with a tone that no longer regarded Zuo Xiao Zhi as an outsider.
"Understood. I will complete the task without fail." Zuo Xiao Zhi was thrilled, dramatically standing at attention. The posture reminded Chu Yi of Xiao Sun during his internship days. With a nod of approval as a leader, Chu Yi quickly left the alleyway.
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