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C-Lab Experimental Building, 9th Floor Zhen Nuan tucked the report under her arm just as the elevator doors opened. She looked up and smiled. "Thought I wouldn't show?" Guan Xiaoyu stepped out, grinning. "You were the only woman at Ten-Ane Lane. Don't tell me you're still embarrassed about it." "Not anymore." Zhen Nuan fell into step beside her. "Where are you headed?" "Briefing the captain." "Same." "Then you're just in time. A few things came in while you were buried in paperwork." Guan Xiaoyu lowered her voice, the way she always did when the news was actually good. "The trace team examined the genital area you flagged on the body. They found a hair — one that didn't belong to the deceased. Most likely from a man who had sex with her before she died." Zhen Nuan nodded. She was beginning to understand how this unit worked. Evidence arrived in fragments. A hair here, a pattern th...

The slap of Yan Han's quiet laugh hit Zhen Nuan somewhere tender. Her cheeks burned. Komatsu hadn't caught it. "Yes, that show's incredible. Criminal Minds too, right?" "Right." Yan Han's voice was smooth. "Though it does remind me of those nine years the FBI overruled state police — leaned on criminal psychology, profiled the suspect as white, and let a Black killer take more innocent girls." Zhen Nuan had swallowed enough today. "My guess may be wrong. But how are you certain it's a suitcase?" "That's deduction. Not a guess." She went quiet. He crossed the room and took the scalpel from her hand without asking. The blade moved to the deceased's upper arm. "The livor mortis settled here, and the skin is white. Indented." He guided the blade down to the forearm. "Here — no indentation. No livor mortis at all. Why?" Zhen Nuan opened her mouth fast: "She was curled on her side. U...

The wipers cut through the rain in slow arcs. Outside the windshield, the world dissolved and sharpened and dissolved again. Yan Han and Zhen Nuan had changed into dry clothes. The car heater ran full blast, but the silence between them was its own kind of cold. Zhen Nuan sat with her spine rigid, like a woman bracing for impact. She would not quit a job she loved because of Shen Yi. That was not the kind of love most people understood. And she would not let her work poison what she had with Shen Yi. That was not the kind of safety most people understood either. She had no past worth remembering, no faith to lean on, no family and no real friends. The only things that gave her a sense of being real in this world were her work and him. Those two things. Nothing else. She did not want the bad blood between Yan Han and Shen Yi bleeding into her standing at the bureau. But she also could not keep sitting here while Yan Han treated Shen Yi like a suspect. The bureau was close now. She...

Ye Li let her mind drift to the Zhanyan Pearl, the most coveted of the three prizes she had won at the Hundred Flowers Festival. It was said that whoever wore Zhanyan Pearl would keep their youth forever. For most women, that promise outshone any jewel, any bolt of silk, any treasure in the known world. But Ye Li, whose mind carried far more years than her fifteen-year-old body, found it a rather indifferent gift. She was young. She would be young for a good while yet. If she reached fifty with the face of a woman of twenty, she was not at all sure she would be grateful for it. Besides, she had her doubts about the pearl's reputation to begin with. Princess Zhaoyang, its original owner, had indeed looked somewhat younger than her years, but she was hardly the picture of immortal bloom. Still. Just because she had no use for it did not mean anyone else had the right to take it from her. "Father, forgive me," Ye Li said, her voice even. "The Zhanyan Pearl is no long...