Chapter 3: The Newly Appointed Detective Captain

The man met her gaze and said in a deep voice, "Sorry to interrupt your work."
He stood up, his height of nearly six feet three making him stand out in the room.
Liu Xun, who was peeking by the wardrobe door, quickly introduced, "Director Shu, this is our new team leader, Captain Lu."
"Hello, Director Shu. My name is Lu Chengfeng. It’s a pleasure to meet you," Lu Chengfeng’s voice was deep and magnetic—truly pleasant to hear.
Shu Yan was grateful to be wearing a mask, sparing everyone the sight of her stunned expression.
Suppressing her surprise, she replied, "Hello, Captain Lu. I’m Shu Yan, deputy chief forensic pathologist at the Forensics Center."
Lu Chengfeng stepped back a couple of paces, signaling Gao Yi to take the body’s temperature first.
Gao Yi was sweating nervously from his forehead.
He didn’t understand why he was so tense; after all, Lu Chengfeng was the head of the Criminal Police Division, but he had no authority over the Forensics Center—Shu Yan was Gao Yi’s superior.
Still, the presence of Lu Chengfeng’s imposing stature was intimidating.
After measuring the body temperature, Gao Yi muttered to himself, "The body temperature has dropped seven degrees. The room has air conditioning, with an ambient temperature of about twenty-four degrees, which is normal. So, based on this measurement, the estimated time of death..."
He paused briefly before continuing, "…matches Director Shu’s estimate. The victim likely died between one and two a.m."
Having said this in one breath, Gao Yi let out a quiet sigh.
The room suddenly fell silent.
Two interns stood awkwardly to the side, heads down, quickly jotting down Gao Yi’s words.
At times like this, it was best to speak little and focus on the task.
Liu Xun, who had been calm until now, found sweat breaking out on his back after Gao Yi’s announcement.
When he was waiting for Lu Chengfeng at the door, Liu Xun recognized him immediately, even before any introductions were made.
Liu Xun was thirty years old, and he had heard that Lu Chengfeng was thirty-two.
Though only two years older, Liu Xun felt that Lu Chengfeng carried the gravitas of a seasoned bureau chief.
No, Director Zhao was quite kind and approachable.
Lu Chengfeng, on the other hand, had an aura of commanding authority without raising his voice.
It was hard to imagine what kind of woman could be his future girlfriend.
No, he must be a workaholic who wouldn’t fall in love with anyone.
After a moment of silence, Lu Chengfeng broke the tension by asking, "Director Shu, were there any other findings on the body?"
Though it was a perfectly normal form of address, Shu Yan heard an unmistakable hint of intimacy in the way he said "Director Shu."

The gentle tone clashed sharply with his usual stern demeanor.
Others noticed as well, turning their heads to look at Shu Yan.
Her face flushed, and her throat felt dry.
She composed herself and said, "There were no obvious defensive wounds or signs of violent injury on the victim. Also, the skin on the face, lips, fingernails, and toenails all showed a bluish-purple discoloration."
"These are consistent with signs of mechanical asphyxiation. Of course, we still need to perform an autopsy to confirm the cause of death."
"That’s strange. Why were there no defensive wounds? If it was hanging, wouldn’t the victim simply have looped a rope around the neck? Why tie the hands and feet behind the back?"
Yang Guang whispered to Taozi, "This kind of binding must have been done by someone else, right? Could he have tied himself up like that?"
Taozi shot Yang Guang a sharp look and lowered her voice to reprimand him, "Quiet. Sister Yan has told us many times not to jump to conclusions. We must wait for the autopsy results before deciding."
Gao Yi agreed, "Taozi is right, Yang Guang. It’s too early to draw conclusions."
Meanwhile, Shu Yan was intently examining the solid wooden bar inside the wardrobe.
Lu Chengfeng stepped closer and looked along her line of sight, murmuring, "There are multiple scratch marks."
"Yes," Shu Yan responded, turning to forensic examiner Zhang Yong, "Brother Yong, please take some photos of these scratches."
Zhang Yong raised his camera, "Don’t worry, I’ve already taken pictures. From my preliminary examination, the scratches vary in age but mostly appear to have been made by a nylon rope."
"What does that mean?" Yang Guang couldn’t help but ask again.
Taozi glared at him.
Yang Guang quickly shut up.
"I’m about done here. Do you want to check anything else? Afterward, we’ll take the body back for autopsy."
"I’m almost done too. You can take it away," Lu Chengfeng replied.
Shu Yan nodded slightly and turned to Gao Yi, "Take it back."
Gao Yi responded, "Okay."
But Shu Yan didn’t leave the wardrobe immediately. Instead, she opened each cabinet door, inspecting the clothes inside.
When she opened the innermost cabinet, she found numerous pieces of women’s lingerie and stockings.
There were also several risqué magazines piled up.
Lu Chengfeng stood behind her and suddenly reached over to pick up one of the magazines, flipping through it.
Now Taozi could no longer hold back and asked Zhang Yong, "Brother Yong, whose stuff is all this?"
Zhang Yong replied, "According to the victim’s wife, Wen Ling, these all belong to the victim."
Taozi said, "So, the victim had a cross-dressing fetish?"
"Disgusting," Yang Guang blurted out instinctively.
Taozi felt somewhat triumphant. "That’s why I say, you can’t judge a man by his good looks. Who knows what shameful secrets they hide behind closed doors? The victim was known as the most handsome CEO in the city—who would have thought he was so wild in private?"

At that moment, Shu Yan’s mind involuntarily flashed back to the wild night she had spent with Lu Chengfeng at the hotel.
She could hardly believe she had such a wild side herself.
So much for judging by appearances—it really was true.
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