Chapter 6: Legal System Reporter

In the small room next to the boiler room, Old Qu is sipping on some liquor, softly humming something to himself

Ling Li smiled and said, "You must be Old Qu!" Old Qu widened his eyes and replied, "Cigarettes? Oh, yes, just a moment." Old Qu turned and walked to the bedside, retrieving a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from beside the pillow

After spending seven or eight minutes in the dissection room, Ling Li still did not find any further clues. He exited the laboratory building and decided to pay a visit to that old man.

Ling Li smiled a little shyly

At this moment, the southeast corner was enveloped in silence. A gust of wind swept by, causing Ling Li to involuntarily shiver. He was an atheist, yet in such an environment, an inexplicable sense of fear inexplicably arose within him

At dusk, Ling Li drove to the medical school and got out of the car at the entrance in the southeast corner

The woman squinted her eyes and looked him up and down: "Are you a police officer?" Ling Li felt a chill in his heart; he was dressed in plain clothes, yet she recognized him at a glance. It seems this woman's eyes are quite sharp.

The sky has darkened, and the laboratory building has transformed into a massive shadow

The woman is dressed in a black business suit, appearing sharp, capable, and *illustrative*

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, wondering what was wrong with him. Over the past few years, he had solved numerous cases, having witnessed many bloody and terrifying scenes, yet this time he was truly frightened

"Who are you again?" Ling Li asked coldly. He was a police officer, and how could he be intimidated by a woman? Moreover, this woman gave him an unusual impression; she might indeed be related to this case.

He took a step forward and walked towards the laboratory building

He hesitated somewhat, wondering whether he should continue going deeper.

However, upon reflection, it is quite normal; generally, the people working in such places are rather peculiar. The atmosphere here gives Ling Li a feeling not unlike that of a hospital morgue or a crematorium, and naturally, he categorizes the old man Qu among that type of odd individuals.

Ling Lileng was there, and his intuition told him that Guanghui was not merely a journalist. However, Guanghui's identity was quite easy to verify, and Ling Li had already memorized her appearance

Old Master Qu laughed: "Wolves? Where would wolves come from in this place? I must say, young man, you are quite amusing." Ling Li felt a wave of frustration; it seemed that he truly could not have a pleasant conversation with this old Qu.

Ling Li did not contact the school this time; he wanted to visit m.hetushu.com in person. He believed that experiencing the site again in such an atmosphere would provide a different sensation.

Having walked through the grove of cypress trees, he glanced in the direction of the boiler room. He saw the dim yellow light glowing from that side, and Old Man Qu must still be huddled in his small room. That strange old man, does he not feel the slightest fear after such a bizarre and terrifying murder case has occurred

Ling Li also heard that the footsteps were coming from the direction of the dissection room. His heart tightened; who would come here at this time

As soon as he entered the laboratory building, he faintly heard the sound of high heels tapping against the floor in the corridor. Ling Li frowned, thinking he might have misheard. He listened carefully, and indeed, it was the sound of high heels. Although it was very soft, it echoed in the empty corridor.

"Ling Dui, could you please share the progress of your investigation?" Guang Hui asked softly. Ling Li shook his head and replied, "I’m truly sorry, but at this moment, I cannot provide any details. However, please rest assured that it won’t be long before we bring the perpetrator to justice. When the time comes, we will disclose the entire process of the investigation to the media."

This further aroused Ling Li's suspicion. Who exactly is she? She doesn't seem to be a student from the medical school, nor does she appear to be a teacher

Ling Li subconsciously touched her waist, but her hand quickly fell back down. She realized she was being overly nervous; after all, this was a school. It was quite normal for teachers and students to come here for various matters, even though a murder had recently occurred. This did not mean that no one dared to come. Moreover, it was still not quite evening yet

However, Ling Li remained very vigilant. He understood that, from a criminal psychology perspective, perpetrators often have a fixation on the crime scene. Firstly, this is due to a sense of panic; they fear that they may have overlooked something, prompting them to return to the scene for remedial cleaning. Secondly, it stems from a sense of confidence. Such individuals often perceive themselves as criminal geniuses, and may even exhibit a degree of narcissism. Returning to the crime scene serves as a manifestation of self-appreciation and self-indulgence, allowing them to thoroughly revisit every detail of the crime and experience a certain thrill from it.

Therefore, Ling Li did not dare to be careless and slowly walked towards the dissection room

When Ling Li appeared at the door, he did not look up; it seemed he was completely unaware that someone had arrived

Guanghui let out a disappointed "oh": "Well then, I won't disturb hetushu.com anymore, goodbye!" With that, Guanghui left, and the sound of her high heels gradually faded away

Ling Li finally breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out to be a reporter

Cough cough! Ling Li coughed twice forcefully, and only then did Lao Qu turn his gaze over. His eyes appeared foggy and murky, with white discharge at the corners, looking somewhat disgusting

The woman's expression softened considerably: "It seems I was not mistaken; you are indeed a police officer," Ling Li said. "And you, who might you be?" The woman replied calmly, "I am a journalist; here is my identification." She handed her credentials to Ling Li, who glanced at them: "Legal System reporter Guang Hui?" The woman nodded, "We originally intended to go to your bureau to conduct an interview regarding this case, but your Chief Lei said that the case is still under investigation and interviews are not accepted. So I came here to take a look; I hope that is not a problem."

"Do you have something to say?" the old man asked, his voice not quiet. Ling Li knew that this old man had somewhat impaired hearing, and those with hearing difficulties tend to speak louder than others.

He took out a cigarette and handed it to Ling Li, saying, "The smoke is not good, but make do with it!" Ling Li felt a mix of amusement and exasperation; it seemed that Miao Xin was right. Communicating with this old stubborn man was indeed not so easy. Talking to him was like a chicken talking to a duck, completely off the mark.

The sound of footsteps has ceased, and the door to the dissection room is ajar. Ling Li gently pushed the door open, but there was no one inside.

"Who are you?" A cold voice came from behind, a woman's voice. Ling Li slowly turned her face, finally able to see clearly the woman standing in front of her under the corridor's light. She appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, quite beautiful, but her face was very cold.

Ling Li took the cigarette, and the old man, who was slightly bent over, wanted to light it for him. He quickly snatched the lighter away, saying he would do it himself, as he did not want an elderly person to light it for him

Hello, my name is Ling Li, and I am from the municipal police criminal investigation team. Ling Li smiled and extended his hand, while Guang Hui gently shook it: So you are Captain Ling from the municipal police criminal investigation team, I have heard about you

The thunder bureau indeed stated that it would not accept any media interviews before the case reached a conclusion. However, he did not expect that this female reporter would be so bold as to come to this desolate place all by herself

A woman's gaze at herself is like a sharp steel blade, as if to pierce through her very being

"Uncle Qu, you seem to be in good health, don't you?" Ling Li casually remarked as he returned the lighter to him