Chapter 288: The Decapitation Massacre (1/2)

After Yi Xi's case was concluded, I found myself a new fan of Yi Xi. Whenever I saw him on TV or in a magazine, I couldn't help but pay attention to the news. Yet, I never told a soul of my involvement in the case.

Yi Xi later invested the money in a movie in my name. When the movie was released a few years later, my friends came running to ask, “Song Yang, why did they thank you in the credits?”

I laughed, “It’s just someone with the same name.”

This movie was written and directed by Yi Xi, a suspense thriller telling the story of twins exchanging identities. The film revealed the man’s true feelings, the harsh challenge of living as someone else the whole time, making sure never to reveal any discrepancies under the public’s scrutiny.

If I were him, no amount of money could tempt me to live like that.

The movie was well-received, earning me a large box office bonus in my account. Yi Xi also built a hundred Song Yang Hope primary schools in Jiangxi Province in my name, shocking the education industry.

But that’s a story for another time.

After returning from my internship, my schedule was basically free. Now that we no longer had to attend classes, Dali began to prepare for his business, running around every day and staying up all night.

”Your business isn’t even up and running but you’ve already learned the boss's ways, staying out all night doing God knows what, eh?” I joked.

”Dude, I’ll keep my plans to myself for the time being,” said Dali. “But I can tell you that I’ll have good news to share in two months.”

Witnessing his earnestness and the effort he had invested in his business, I was sincerely happy for him.

Our classmates either went out looking for jobs outside or prepared to resit the examination if they failed, while few others sat for the civil servant admissions exam. By contrast, I was an idle man, reading books, watching movies and enjoying the leisure of the last few months of university.

I received a call from Xiaotao, asking me to come to the station. I noticed her wording was rather vague and evasive, taking care not to mention a word regarding a case. Judging from her tone, I knew there was trouble!

In the absence of Dali, I took a cab down to the public security bureau with my tools in hand. As soon as I entered, I was greeted by Xiaotao, Wang Yuanchao, Director-General Cheng and an old, white-haired officer. They looked as if they had been waiting for me, their expressions stone-faced and solemn.

When I asked what happened, Director-General Cheng said, ”Didn't you bring your little assistant?”

”Dali is busy with something,” I replied.

The cases I handled were at the top level of the Public Security Bureau. Naturally, I wouldn’t spill a word about them.

”Who died?” I asked.

”It's an officer,” said Director-General Cheng. “But that's not the point—it’s how he died!”

His sentence aroused my curiosity but I calmly suggested, ”Let's look at the body first.”

As we walked towards the morgue, Xiaotao introduced to me the old, white-haired officer next to her–Officer Ouyang who had just retired this year. The man’s excellent memory had earned him the nickname ”two-legged library” and was one of the oldest police officers in the force.

Officer Ouyang turned to me, ”Kiddo, although we haven't met before, I've definitely heard a lot about you. The stories of your crime-solving have spread throughout the police force...”