Mystery Hunter

Longcheng City Nylon Road Branch.

While Li Weiyi’s mood has largely stabilized, he was still overtaken with grief when thinking of his wife and mother.

Jiang He believed that sentiments were the most complicated and tricky to grasp and analyze in this world as well as the most worthless.

Jiang He was apathetic; he will never feel sad, enraged, or joyful since emotions would influence one’s judgment of the truth.

Being an incredibly intelligent robot that was capable of carrying out most human activities and even many activities that humans were unable to carry out, Jiang He had lost the most fundamental aspect of humanity.

In reality, Li Weiyi had instructed to forbid Jiang He from being in the same space as him.

It was a baffle to Jiang He why Li Weiyi wanted to drive him out given that he was the one that could be of the utmost help to him.

After being promised by Wang Chao that he would inform him of the information that Li Weiyi gives, Jiang He left the office.

Jiang He was driven out again two hours later, though.

Xu Yiman was the one who kicked Jiang He out this time.

…

Two hours ago.

Xu Yiman was on her way to the funeral parlor to perform the body’s dissection when Jiang He encountered her after being chased out.

Investigating the disappearance of a living body was Jiang He’s second favorite activity, and solving the case was his first.

What Is the meaning of human existence? Why do people live, and why do people die?

This was something he hoped to figure out as a living being.

A corpse should be treated with the same level of care as a living person. Consequently, Xu Yiman exhibited great respect for these two women’s corpses while they lay on the dissecting table.

Xu Yiman murmured something before beginning the anatomy.

Jiang He heard it distinctly from the side. “Whether you were evil or virtuous, wealthy or poor, happy or sad, smooth sailing or suffering from wind and frost, you had concluded your life,” she said. “I wish you healthy in your next life.”

Jiang He retorted, “There is a 99% possibility of people not having any prior existences or future generations. It is natural for a person to die of old age, illness, or accident. Death is identical to birth. It is just as common as eating. Why should it be treated differently?”

Why did Xu Yiman agree to let this person walk into the anatomy room with her earlier if all he wanted was to give her an earful?

The knife held by Xu Yiman had a smooth cutting edge and she was tremble-free. Under Xu Yiman’s knife, the corpse was like a piece of art waiting to be carved. The blade moved swiftly and steadily.

Xu Yiman was dissecting the corpse when she exclaimed fiercely to Jiang He, “Why are you still alive and did not choose to die if there is no distinction between life and death! Does this imply you’re likewise terrified of death?”

Jiang He took his time to hear what Xu Yiman had to say: “Life and death are inherent laws of nature as if they are not the life I pursue, and I will not deliberately pursue death. I will naturally pass away when my organs degenerate to the point that my body functions reach their end.”

The knife was stopped by Xu Yiman. She turned to face Jiang He, feeling desperate to extract Jiang He’s brain to find out what was going on in this man’s head. In contrast, Xu Yiman didn’t notice anything. Jiang He did not reveal any emotions. Whether Jiang He was joyful or sorrowful couldn’t be inferred from his facial expression.

Xu Yiman perceived Jiang He and herself as merely two species.

Nevertheless, Xu Yiman promptly gave the corpse her undivided attention and dissected it.

The anatomy process took more than an hour, even though Xu Yiman maneuvered quickly.

Jiang He involuntarily thought of Xu Yiman experimenting with pigs as the subjects while he watched her knife moving under the muscles of the corpse.

Jiang He did not hesitate to attack those pigs in order to simulate the injuries of multiple people under different blows.

Despite pigs and humans possessing similar body structures, Jiang He realized that they were two distinct species when he first came in contact with human corpses.

It was evident to Jiang He that only the abdomen of the two corpses had scars, while the rest of the body was completely free of them in the anatomical environment. No fatal scars should exist, to be more precise.

Xu Yiman asked Jiang He to take notes while dissecting: “The fatal injuries of the two corpses were stab wounds to the abdomen.”

“Based on the wound on He Huijuan’s body, the blade was perpendicular to the abdomen and pierced her stomach.”

“Wu Guifeng’s body had a long wound. The knife pierced the abdomen and also cut the small and large intestines.”

Jiang He took the video while scrutinizing the inside of the corpse.

The abdomens of the two corpses were already dreadful. Gastric juice was also present at this point, and the blood had shifted into a black fluid-like substance. Many organs had corroded accompanied by a foul odor emanating from them. Xu Yiman and Jiang He, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch, as if they couldn’t smell it at all.

“After the stomach bleeds, the blood and gastric juice are mixed together for a long time, and the blood is oxidized by the gastric juice, so it has this peculiar black color,” Xu Yiman explained, “It was found that there was not much food, aside from some food residues in the two people’s abdomen. And this proves that neither of these two had lunch.”

This detail was deeply imprinted in Jiang He’s mind: They didn’t have lunch.

The two victims died around eleven o’clock, which should be the time to prepare for lunch.

“What about the moment of death?” inquired Jiang He.

“The difference in the time of death of the two corpses is about forty minutes,” Xu Yiman responded.

He Huijuan died at 11:15 a.m., while Wu Guifeng died at 11:50 a.m.

The pen in Jiang He’s hand continued to write as his mind was racing.

There was a forty-minute lag between the two victims’ deaths. Many things could have occurred during this forty-minute period.

“There may be too many changes in forty minutes.”

Jiang He looked at Xu Yiman and said, “The first possibility is that Wu Guifeng eventually chose to commit suicide after more than 40 minutes of inner struggle. The second possibility is that Wu Guifeng returned home forty minutes after He Huijuan died. In other words, this case is definitely not as simple as we thought, and there must be some deeper reason behind it,” with his eyes gleaming.

“I can tell now why you are like this,” remarked Xu Yiman as she put down the scalpel and glanced at Jiang He’s apparently excited countenance.

‘Are you relieved that people have died?’

‘Can’t you have hoped for a simpler case?’

‘Is it necessary to create a complicated case to fulfill your inquisitiveness?’

“Do you just not value others?”

“I only hope to face some difficult cases; I am not delighted that people have perished. Don’t you find this to be a fascinating concept?” Jiang He replied, “It’s like fitting a puzzle together. You only have a small hint at first, but you must delve into it step by step until you finally restore the truth of the entire thing.”

“So it’s just for personal fun, not to be able to make snow for the dead. I hope you can go out and don’t bother me here,” Xu Yiman said with an expressionless face. “The two corpses present here have no purpose other than to pique your interest!”

Jiang He was about to say something else when Xu Yiman pushed him away.

“You’ll see it once the report is available, so rest assured. I won’t crack any jokes about the deceased. Everyone is an autonomous individual, and I have no power to influence your thoughts. Even I will be thankful if you find the murderer in the end.”

With that, Xu Yiman slammed the door shut.

Jiang He, who was standing at the door, looked at the anatomy room’s closed door. He was clueless about what he had done wrong. It was no surprise that he had constantly heard that women were a complicated species to grasp. That was not correct. Why did Li Weiyi, a powerful man, also force him out?

But Jiang He was not mad at all. He was pacing outside, contemplating the overall situation.

The two women that were killed by the same knife, a lost Apple mobile phone, and graffiti on the wall were discovered in a secret room on the sixth floor.

These seemingly unconnected events gradually started to appear coherent to Jiang He.

All of this was crystal clear in Jiang He’s mind, and it was impossible to forget it.

When Jiang He was asked who he was by An Jinzhong when he was previously apprehended at the police station, Jiang He responded that he was a patient.

Jiang He’s words were spot on because he was indeed a patient.

Since he was six years old, Jianghe has had a disease that everybody would envy: he has lost his ability to forget.

The brain of a person was like a stomach in another sense. The most satisfying food for you will always be the one you simply ingested. It was the same with memory. What was happening now will invariably be more vividly recollected than what occurred a week ago. Some memories are like gourmet food; once you’ve had it, you can always taste how delicate the moment was. Some recollections were the after-meal excretions of regular meals.

Jiang He, on the other hand, had lost his ability to get exhausted and would never forget anything.

For as long as he wished, he can recall the things he has done, the people he has met, the books he has read, and the way he has walked.

Even while reading a book, he would recall some telephone numbers he had seen years ago.

Jiang He’s ability to remember things was envied by his elementary school classmates. Others had to memorize books and formulas by revising them dozens of times. For Jiang He, he only needed to read it once to retain the information. He will never misplace anything or forget where he put the key.

When he was six years old, Jiang He regarded this to be the ultimate gift from heaven to himself, a sign of his distinctiveness and a means of consolation for his injured heart.

Jiang He was, indeed, unique.

There were more than 60 people in the world who had the same disease as Jiang He.

There were seven billion people on the planet, with a total of sixty patients.

It was truly a one-in-a-billion chance.

But why was this considered a disease?

It was only later on that Jiang He realized that not being able to forget was God’s greatest torture in life.