Chapter 11: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry

 Chapter 11: The First Crime Scene

Li Lan stood still, her lips drained of color, her mind involuntarily conjuring up the image of a girl with a single ponytail.

Her daughter... she had gone missing in A City all those years ago.

After searching for so many years with no results, they had left that heartbreaking place behind.

Li Lan’s eyes reddened as she lowered her head and murmured, "It's been so long. Maybe it’s time to go back and take a look."

Lin Yi, with his weathered face, gently squeezed her hand. His voice was hoarse, "If you want to go, let's go. After we take care of Ah Ruo’s affairs, I’ll go with you to A City."

In the hallway, the couple, who had lost their daughter, clasped their hands together, silently sharing warmth.

There were no extra words, just the simplest form of comfort, offering solace to one another.

Hu Yue'e and Wang Zhuoran exchanged a glance, deciding to give the couple some space to grieve.

They quietly left, retreating to a corner on the left to wait.

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Yan Zhixu turned the corner.

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The door to the autopsy room opened, and a man, having changed out of his sterile clothing, walked toward her in a white lab coat.

In his left hand, he held an autopsy knife, and in his right, he slowly wiped with a tissue.

The sharp blade gleamed with a chilling cold light, enough to make anyone shudder.

Neither of them looked at the other, fully absorbed in their own tasks.

As the distance between them closed, they brushed past each other.

A faint medicinal scent lingered in the air. Yan Zhixu inhaled deeply and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She pulled off her earphones.

Turning around, she grabbed his lab coat. "You..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Fu Shimo yanked his sleeve away, and the tissue in his hand was torn to shreds by the autopsy knife.

He turned, and as his frosty eyes scanned her full appearance, the sharpness in them softened subtly.

A glimmer of light danced in his almond-shaped eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he let out a low, melodic chuckle. "Little one, is there something you need?"

His laughter was husky and smooth, like a feather brushing gently against the heart.

"There is."

Yan Zhixu pressed her tongue against the inside of her lower teeth, her usual rebellious attitude spilling from her every word. "You smell like cabbage."

Cabbage scent—a rare medicinal herb known for its brief ability to preserve corpses from decomposition.

The scent was faint, almost imperceptible, only becoming noticeable when it interacted with substances that conflicted with it.

Fu Shimo's gaze dropped to her delicate white wrist, resting on the white jade bodhi. His smile deepened, and a spark of mirth danced in his eyes. "Little one, it seems we are quite fated."

The nemesis of cabbage scent—white jade bodhi.

Yan Zhixu glanced at him, only to find that she couldn’t see through his fate.

Suppressing her surprise, she retorted, "It's not fate; it's just a blind cat stumbling upon a dead rat."

She lowered her head to send a text to Lu Xun, put her earphones back in, and walked out of the corridor.

Fu Shimo watched her retreating figure, tossing the tissue he had been holding into the nearby trash bin. "The little one has quite nice legs."

Her legs were slender and long, with no excess fat. As she walked in her white robe, her skin was so fair it caught the eye.

But the aura around her was rebellious and wild, her eyes brimming with an unrestrained attitude.

However, the little one had a fiery temper, not someone easy to provoke.

At the corner, the door to an office was pushed open.

A man in police uniform walked out, and upon seeing Fu Shimo staring at the back of a woman, his sleepiness vanished.

He raised his hand and scratched his head, his sharp features and wild energy apparent. "Damn! Shimo, are you falling for someone? Didn’t see that coming. It's your turn now, huh? Tell me, who’s that woman?"

They had grown up together, and it was the first time he saw Fu Shimo show interest in a woman.

Bo Ye casually leaned against the wall. "Her back looks quite nice."

Fu Shimo toyed with the autopsy knife in his hand, lifting his gaze toward him. "I know where the first crime scene is."

Upon hearing this, Bo Ye's teasing expression vanished entirely, and he stopped pressing about the woman. He straightened up, his face now serious.

(End of Chapter)

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