Chapter 141: The Fourth Victim (2/2)

“I’m chatting with Bingxin, of course! I think she’s interested in me, dude!”

“You idiot!” I cursed. “She just texted me complaining about how you’ve been annoying her since last night!”

“No way!”

Dali rolled down his bed and grabbed my phone to read Bingxin’s message. It left him distraught.

“Ah…” he sighed. “So I’ve been misreading the signals all along…”

“What did you text her anyway?” I asked.

Dali vehemently refused to let me look at his phone. I thought I’d just have to ask Bingxin about it later.

“Dude, you’ve gotta help me!” pleaded Dali. “This will benefit you too, you know?”

“How can it possibly benefit me?”

“Didn’t you see the look on Xiaotao-jiejie’s face when you were with Bingxin?” he replied. “As your friend, I’m ready to sacrifice myself and woo Bingxin to save your relationship with Xiaotao-jiejie!”

I laughed. “Sure. What a noble friend you are!”

“You know I am! Now hurry up and tell me what Bingxin’s interests are! What’s her hobby? When is her birthday?”

I thought about it and replied, “She doesn’t have any particular hobby, but she likes to hear the stories about my ancestor Song Ci and the way he solved murder cases.”

Dali slumped back onto his bed and crawled to his laptop. I asked him what he was doing now.

“I’m downloading episodes of that TV show called Amazing Detective Di Renjie!” he replied. Minutes later, I heard the theme song of the show which Dali had set as his ringtone.

Seeing that he was busy with his ‘research,’ I played League of Legends with Lao Yao instead. We spent the whole day playing the game till the sun went down, then called for take-out delivery for dinner when I got hungry. Looking back, my fourth year in college really was carefree.

Early the next morning, Xiaotao called me and said in an urgent tone, “Come over as soon as you can, Song Yang! The fourth victim has turned up!”

I sprung up from bed as soon as I heard that and woke Dali up immediately. We then set off to the police station with my trusty bag of tools.

True to her words, Xiaotao not only called me but she called Bingxin too. I bumped into her at the entrance of the police station. She was holding a tiny box in her hands. I asked her what it was.

“It’s my secret weapon!” she answered with a grin.

Bingxin hid behind me all the way as we walked into the police station for fear of bumping into her father.

“Why don’t you hide behind me, Bingxin-meimei?” offered Dali. “My shoulders are wider than Song Yang’s!”

Bingxin grimaced and spat, “No thanks! Also, you’re not allowed to call me Bingxin-meimei! Only Song Yang-gege is allowed to call me that!”

Dali looked hurt by this comment and shrank away quietly.

Xiaotao was waiting for us at the entrance of the morgue.

“Excellent!” she exclaimed when she saw us. “You’re all here the minute autopsy was mentioned! If all the youths in our country are half as motivated as you are, then our country’s future looks bright!”

We entered the morgue and headed towards a metal table where the fourth victim lay. Like the first three cases, the victim was a beautiful young woman. She was 27 years old and she worked as a bank employee. There were still traces of light makeup on her face. She looked peaceful as if she was just sleeping.

She died the night before at a nightclub that she had the habit of going to after work. She fell asleep at the bar counter after drinking too much last night. When the bar was closing at two in the morning, the bartender tried to wake her up, but when he looked closer, he realized that she was no longer breathing.

1. A Chinese television .

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