Chapter 13: Rubbing Off Grime (Mild H)
That afternoon, Ji Lan visited the Municipal Public Security Bureau again. She wanted to examine the case files carefully several more times, preferably finding more detailed information related to the case.
Ordinarily, plenty could be learned about such a major case through internal channels. Ji Lan claimed she was conducting academic research, and the bureau didn’t create many obstacles for her. Unfortunately, the results were disappointing, and she obtained very little information.
The bureau chief at the time had inevitably been disciplined. He had since retired and returned to his hometown. Yan Rui had been demoted, but she was now the head of the Shancheng Municipal Public Security Bureau. Deputy Squad Leader Wei Chao, who had participated in the interrogation with her, was recorded as having died in the line of duty. Wei Jin, the forensic examiner who conducted the autopsy, was also recorded as having died in the line of duty.
With the principal investigators gone, the other officers were even more difficult to locate. The bureau had undergone several personnel changes over the years, and neither the place nor its people remained the same. Apart from Yan Rui and the retired chief, there was unexpectedly no one left for Ji Lan to question.
She indirectly approached her teacher, Ren Jingxi, and attempted to probe for information again. The retired chief appeared to have developed dementia. As for Yan Rui, Ren Jingxi still refused to disclose anything.
“The case had no conclusion.” Her teacher’s answer remained the same as before. Ji Lan fell silent and frowned at the sole surviving forensic autopsy report.
She didn’t know why, but some intuition seemed to have taken hold of her. Even though Ren Jingxi insisted that the case had no conclusion, Ji Lan only became increasingly curious.
The idea had arisen from nowhere and now bordered on obsession. Ji Lan massaged her temples, feeling bewildered herself—why was she so stubbornly refusing to let this go?
She read the report concerning the victim, Lu Chaoyun. Because the body had been dismembered, Wei Jin’s forensic report contained detailed records of the weight and examination results of every body part and organ.
Her height and weight had been roughly estimated. The entire heart had been cooked for more than thirty minutes. Based on the remaining portions, it was estimated to have weighed approximately 320 grams. There was little epicardial fat, and a rupture measuring 1.5 centimeters was observed between the superior and inferior vena cava… The report continued in this manner, ultimately stating that Lu Chaoyun had been physically healthy, with no malnutrition or pathological abnormalities.
Zhang Haimin, however, was described in his external examination as having yellowish skin, standing only 155 centimeters tall, possessing disproportionately long limbs, and displaying developmental deformities.
Ji Lan stared thoughtfully at the photograph of his body for a long time. His limbs were visibly different from those of an ordinary person and resembled those of a primate. Such deformities could very likely have resulted from inbreeding.
Inbreeding… Yet the section concerning Zhang Haimin’s relatives was entirely blank. The psychiatric evaluation expected for someone with such antisocial personality traits was also missing. Ji Lan couldn’t determine whether it had never been conducted or had been deliberately concealed.
The incomplete case file yielded no significant discoveries upon a second examination. It was the disappointment she had expected. Ji Lan silently memorized the crucial details, reorganized the documents, and returned them to their original place.
That evening, she drove back to Yan Jingyao’s new apartment.
Her greatest accomplishment over the past several days was probably stubbornly obtaining a key. Ji Lan mocked herself inwardly as she unlocked the door and entered.
Yan Jingyao was already home. The living room was brightly illuminated, with a tablet propped up on the coffee table. She reclined against an oversized cushion, hugged her legs, and curled comfortably on the sofa while watching a movie.
She showed no reaction upon hearing Ji Lan enter, acting as though she hadn’t noticed anything. Only when Ji Lan sat on the sofa did she abruptly stretch out her legs and brazenly rest her feet across Ji Lan’s thighs.
“Hey, massage my feet.”
“…”
More imperious than a lord and more demanding than an ancestor, Attorney Yan was unbelievably arrogant. She even shifted her hips and lay down, peacefully closing her eyes while her two long legs rested across Ji Lan. She wiggled her toes, which had been smeared with black sesame paste.
“I haven’t washed my feet.” She rubbed the two blackened feet together and spoke with a deliberately obnoxious tone. “While you’re at it, why don’t you bring me some water to soak them?”
She resembled a spoiled child deliberately causing trouble. Ji Lan raised an eyebrow, her expression remaining flat. Was Yan Jingyao asserting ownership over her territory?
A desire for attention, control over her personal domain, possessiveness, and a certain degree of childishness. Ji Lan silently observed Yan Jingyao before calmly asking, “Are you a Virgo?”
“Huh?”
Yan Jingyao opened her eyes and stared at Ji Lan as though she were a monster. Ji Lan, however, remained perfectly composed. “Apparently, Virgos deliberately provoke people to attract the attention of someone they like. The more they like someone, the more capriciously they behave.”
She deliberately gave Yan Jingyao a pointed look. Yan Jingyao instantly sat up. “Who likes you? Could you stop being so narcissistic?”
She had become agitated. The corner of Ji Lan’s lips lifted faintly, forming an ambiguous smile while she otherwise remained serene. “I’m going to take a shower.”
After speaking, she floated away like an immortal. Yan Jingyao stared blankly as she disappeared into the bathroom, uncertain whether she should unleash the ten thousand “piggy bun” insults filling her mind.
“This woman…”
Apparently, that method didn’t work. Yan Jingyao grabbed her phone and indignantly resumed searching: How do you make someone hate you?
As she read, she rubbed the dried sesame paste from her toes. After scrolling through several posts, Yan Jingyao’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Sexual harassment!
It was an enlightening revelation. Attorney Yan wanted to praise whoever had written the post. She immediately tossed aside her phone and rushed toward the bathroom.
She opened the door and barged straight inside. Ji Lan, who was standing beneath the shower, froze in shock. She clearly remembered locking the door!
Attorney Yan smiled triumphantly. She openly stood outside the shower enclosure, braced one hand against the wall in a pose, and allowed her flirtatious gaze to travel repeatedly over Ji Lan’s naked body.
Ji Lan was speechless and instinctively covered her breasts.
“Professor Ji~”
Yan Jingyao committed fully to behaving like a hooligan. She pulled open the glass shower door, switched off the water, and stepped inside. Staring directly at Ji Lan’s breasts, she smiled wickedly. “Come on, move your hands and let me see.”
“…”
Knowingly breaking the law. Those were the only four words in Ji Lan’s mind, and they couldn’t have described this woman more accurately.
The steam had not yet completely dispersed. As Ji Lan looked at her face, she suddenly felt that Yan Jingyao’s current hooligan behavior suited her remarkably well.
Distracted for a moment, Ji Lan studied Yan Jingyao’s appearance seriously for the first time. She was indeed fair-skinned and beautiful, with striking brows and bright eyes.
Yet she possessed an inherently arrogant and domineering aura. Particularly when she raised her brows, her gaze always unconsciously revealed contempt and an attitude of absolute superiority, as though she treated everything with careless indifference.
The privileged daughter of government officials would naturally develop such an aura after enjoying special treatment for so long. Ji Lan professionally began constructing another psychological profile, completely overlooking the present circumstances as Yan Jingyao moved increasingly closer.
“Professor Ji.” Her chin was tilted upward. “Are you distracted?”
“…”
With Yan Jingyao only inches away, Ji Lan’s thoughts suddenly drifted as she watched those lips approaching. She remembered hearing that people with thin lips were skilled at sweet-talking others.
Yan Jingyao’s lips were appropriately thin and beautifully shaped—they truly were lips suited to speaking sweet words.
Warm lips pressed against hers. The sensation differed slightly from what Ji Lan had imagined. She trembled, and her back pressed against the cold glass.
Faced with intimate contact again, she remained somewhat helpless. She felt Yan Jingyao capture her lips as moisture gradually spread between them.
“Mmm…”
Ji Lan’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. Without warning, Yan Jingyao’s tongue parted her teeth and invaded while she was distracted.
Mmph. She was entangled again. Still dazed, Ji Lan felt as though her tongue had stopped obeying her. Yan Jingyao immediately wrapped her tongue around it and toyed with it skillfully.
The soft friction was remarkably forceful. The base of Ji Lan’s tongue began to itch and ache faintly. Her brows drew even tighter. She didn’t know how to handle this kind of intimacy and could only allow herself to be led, causing saliva to gather in her mouth.
Her body began to feel warm. The unfamiliar sensation frightened her. Afraid that she might drool, Ji Lan hurriedly sucked it back, only to play directly into Yan Jingyao’s hands. Yan Jingyao immediately caught her little tongue again and sucked it fiercely.
The tip of Ji Lan’s tongue swelled and ached faintly, as though congested with blood. She began to feel slightly suffocated. Yan Jingyao took the opportunity to stir wantonly inside her mouth before finally withdrawing slowly.
The kiss had been intense. Both their faces were flushed, and a long, delicate silver strand stretched between their damp, glistening lips.
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