Chapter 89 - 89 Critical Point
89 Critical Point
Although he really did not want to ask that man for help, nothing was more important than saving Shen Yin. He only hesitated for a moment before deciding to make the call.
When Shen Yin awoke, the scent of the drug still lingered in her nostrils. Everything around her was silent.
She did not dare to open her eyes and she pretended that she was still unconscious. She deliberately breathed softly so that she could hear any movements around her.
After a long time, she ascertained that there was no other live person in her vicinity. Only then did she quietly moved her cold and numb fingers so that they gradually regained some feeling.
Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound with twine, and her hands were tied behind her back. The slightest movement caused a sharp pain in her shoulders.
It seemed that she had been tied up here for a long time.
Shen Yin steadied her breathing and secretly opened her eyes a little.
The straw beneath her blocked her view. The house was dark except for the weak moonlight shining through the window by the door.
She lay on her side on the straw. When her eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, she vaguely saw a motionless figure in front of her.
Shen Yin took a deep breath and mustered her courage to open her eyes completely. Enduring the intense pain in her bones, she strained herself and moved forward. The rustling of the straw was especially loud in the dark night.
Shen Yin was in so much pain that she broke out in cold sweat. She twitched her nose a few times to drive away the smell of the drug. Her sense of smell suddenly grew sharper, and the smell of blood around her grew much stronger.
She suddenly sensed that something was wrong. She stopped and looked up.
A gust of wind suddenly blew into the room through the open window, lifting a few strands of the person’s long, blood-stained hair, revealing the resentful eyes hidden under the hair.
Shen Yin looked at that pair of eyes in horror and her skin prickled with terror. She bit her lower lip hard to cling on to what was left of her wits and managed to remain completely silent.
Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes and told herself a million times that she was a forensic pathologist. She forced herself to calm down.
Lying beside her was Lin Hui, who had died not long ago!
The murderer had kidnapped her because he had overheard her conversation with Wu Zheng and was certain that she would not let him off. That was why he had grown desperate.
Shen Yin guessed that the murderer only killed Lin Hui now because he had not wanted to cause trouble for her at first. He was just afraid that Lin Hui would expose him to the police to protect her husband, so he had kidnapped her at the last minute, making it appear as if Lin Hui had fled.
When the police had discovered Lin Hui in the south of the city, she must have been threatened by the murderer.
However, the murderer had not expected that the police would not be fooled by his tricks. Instead, they began to turn their focus on him. That was why he had kidnapped her, the forensic pathologist who had been insisted that he was the murderer. He intended to silence her.
Cold sweat dripped from her forehead into the straw under her body. The most important thing now was to figure out where she was. Then she could think of a way to send a message to the outside world.
After sorting out her thoughts, Shen Yin opened her eyes again and her gaze calmly landed on the corpse that was right in front of her.
Lin Hui’s eyes were wide and her lips were pressed tightly together. Her facial expression was completely frozen as the corpse stiffened.
It was clear that Lin Hui’s expression was filled with hatred even in the last moments of her life.
That meant that Lin Hui must have known the murderer and had a close relationship with him.
She eyes traveled downwards and saw that there was a 8cm long wound on Lin Hui’s neck. The blood had already clotted, but judging by the large amount of blood in front of her, the cause of Lin Hui’s death was a severed aorta.
Judging from the blade marks, it was probably a fruit knife. She had been killed with one swift stroke.
Shen Yin’s heart sank as she thought of Lu Feng’s dismembered body. Some of the body parts also showed the same clean and efficient method, while the rest had been handled rather crudely. Clearly, they had been done by different people.
It seemed that the murderer had been forced to stop during the dismemberment process. But why had someone else continued the dismemberment later?
Shen Yin calmed herself down and carefully recalled every detail of the case.
Lu Feng suffered from a long-term mental illness. His possessive mother forced him to have sex with her many times. After his stepfather had caught them in the act, his stepfather had accidentally killed him and destroyed his body.
Wait.
They had been ignoring a crucial point in this case.