Chapter 135: A Surprise Reunion (1/2)

“What a crazy sex life these rich dudes have!” Dali whispered to me.

Under normal circumstances, these rich guys wouldn’t stand for such a slighting comment about their private lives for a minute. But in this case, the guy merely lowered his head and said nothing.

I didn’t want to dig too deep in this case. Now that the general direction had been pointed out, I thought it was time to hand the rest to Captain Xing! Now all he had to do was check the surveillance video of the hotel and investigate who the victim might have had affairs with.

“You should get the condom in the trash and test that for poison,” I suggested to Captain Xing. “I think it’s time for me to go back now.”

Captain Xing offered me a ride, but I refused and told him that we could easily take the cab.

“Dude,” Dali whispered, “did you forget something?”

“Forget it,” I sighed. “I’m just gonna let it slide this time.”

“Whoa,” he exclaimed, “when did you become so forgiving?”

As soon as we walked out of the hotel, Dr. Wu called for us from behind and shouted, “Consultant Song! I’m sorry for what just happened. Please forgive me!”

To my surprise, he was about to kneel down. There were many people around us at the time, so I quickly stopped him.

“Please don’t do that, Dr. Wu!” I said. “I was only kidding about the kneeling!”

“No, I was foolish for not recognizing a true talent in front of my eyes!” Dr. Wu admitted with a blush. “I shouldn’t have belittled Traditional Coroners like you! I shouldn’t have believed Old Qin’s words!”

“Don’t worry about it! By the way, I never had any intention to get Dr. Qin into trouble. He just made a bet with me and lost, that’s all.”

Dr. Wu nodded repeatedly as he listened to my explanation.

“Well, after what happened today, I’m convinced that you are a genius. I’d like to learn more about the ancient science of Traditional Coroners. Which books would you recommend me to read?”

“Get yourself a copy of The Collected Cases of Injustices Rectified and start from there,” I suggested. “By the way, I think there’s a lot that we can learn from each other, Dr. Wu.”

“Yes!” nodded Dr. Wu again. “I’d suggest for you to read more forensics textbooks. You might make a lot of new discoveries there!”

I smiled. “I’ve read all the forensic textbooks that would fill the entire curriculum of a four-year college course on forensic science. Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Wu.”

I then turned to leave the shocked Dr. Wu standing there. Dali raised a thumb and exclaimed, “That was so cool, dude!”

Before we got further, I suddenly saw a girl with shoulder-length hair, wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers in front of us. She was holding a kettle in one hand and was pointing a finger at me with her mouth wide open.

Isn’t that Sun Bingxin? I thought. It had been years since we last met and she’d grown into a pretty young woman!

“Song Yang, is that you?” she called out.

“Hello, Bingxin,” I replied. “It’s been a while.”

Dali stared back and forth between me and Bingxin.

“Dude, who’s that hot chick? You know her?”

Before I could answer, Bingxin ran over to us and excitedly cried, “Song Yang-gege! How exciting! Come on, give me a hug!”

“Wait, stop!”

I was too late in stopping her. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. The water in her kettle spilled everywhere. She kept calling me ‘Song Yang-gege’ over and over again.

“You never contacted me all these years!” she sulked. “Have you forgotten all about me?”

Dali stared at us in disbelief. His jaw dropped so low you could put a whole egg into his mouth.

It had been seven years since I last saw Sun Bingxin. When I was in junior high school, Sun Tiger somehow persuaded Grandpa to let me spend summer vacation at his house. I stayed there for about half a month, during which I spent most of my time with Sun Bingxin. It was my first time staying in a big city, and she took me everywhere during the day. At night, I would tell her stories of mysterious criminal cases. Afraid, she’d hide under the covers, but she was still too fascinated to tell me to stop.

And now, seven years had gone by, and we were both fourth-year college students.

“You’re just as childish as you used to be,” I said, gently pushing her away. “What would you do if your classmates see you acting this way?”