Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

Shen Jingshu took the documents and sat down to quietly read through them. She didn't read quickly, but she had a photographic memory. In just a short while, she memorized the names, ages, home addresses, life trajectories, and birth dates of the four deceased.

Closing the file, she looked up and asked, "Where are the bodies of these deceased individuals currently kept?"

"In the police station morgue," Captain Chen replied, then paused for a moment. "Ms. Shen, you want to go see it?"

"May I go and take a look?" Shen Jingshu asked, looking at everyone.

Li Hanting immediately looked worried, took a step forward, and hesitated before speaking: "Jing Shu, you... photos are ultimately two-dimensional. The visual impact of a real corpse is too great. If you can't handle it, you don't have to force yourself."

"I'm fine, big brother." Shen Jingshu said calmly. "There are some clues that can't be seen in photos; we have to see the body in person to find out."

Seeing her firm attitude, Captain Chen stopped trying to stop her and turned to instruct, "He Ming, take Miss Shen to the morgue and accompany her throughout the process."

"Yes, Captain Chen!" He Ming immediately stood up and gestured to Shen Jingshu, "Miss Shen, this way please."

After Shen Jingshu turned and left with He Ming, Captain Chen and Fang Hai in the hall finally couldn't suppress their doubts and looked at Li Hanting.

Captain Chen spoke first, his tone full of disbelief: "Director Li, can this Miss Shen really find clues to the murderer using superstition? This... this is too far-fetched. We are all criminal investigators who rely on evidence; can this really be reliable?"

Fang Hai chimed in, his brow furrowed: "Yes, Director Li, this case is already overwhelming us. You've brought in such a young girl, and with such unscientific methods. What if... what if we miss the best time to solve the case, and the killer strikes again tomorrow night? The consequences would be unimaginable!"

Seeing the doubts on Captain Chen and Fang Hai's faces, Li Hanting said firmly, "There's no other way now. We can only try anything, even if it's a last resort. It's better to try than to sit and wait for death. We've exhausted all criminal investigation methods and investigated for half a month, but we still haven't caught a glimpse of the murderer. We can't let go of any possibility that might solve the case."

Chen Wei remained silent for a long time before finally sighing and letting out a sigh of relief.

He had been a criminal investigator for twenty years and had always believed in science and evidence. He didn't believe in these mysterious things at all. Moreover, as a police officer, he should uphold materialistic principles.

But after years of working on the front lines of criminal investigation, he also knows that there are some things in this world that defy common sense. In fact, the country has long had special departments to handle such matters. In the past, when encountering supernatural cases that could not be explained by science, they would eventually be transferred to that department for processing.

However, based on the surface clues, there were no supernatural signs in this serial murder case; it was entirely a human crime, so the special departments naturally did not intervene.

The situation is now at a dead end, and further questioning will be of no use. We can only temporarily trust Li Hanting's decision and see if this young metaphysical consultant can bring about a turnaround.

Meanwhile, He Ming had already brought Shen Jingshu to the morgue in the basement of the police station.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I was greeted by a woman in a white coat. She had a cool and aloof demeanor and a solemn expression. She was Yan Min, the forensic doctor in charge of the autopsy in this case.

"Forensic Doctor Yan," He Ming greeted him.

Yan Min stopped and looked at Shen Jingshu behind He Ming, slightly puzzled: "Xiao He, who is this?"

"This is the consultant that Director Li specially invited for the serial murder case, a metaphysical consultant," He Ming replied truthfully.

Yan Min raised her eyebrows slightly. In her thirties, she had dealt with corpses for many years, but her expression remained calm. She did not show much surprise and simply nodded.

Shen Jingshu looked at Yan Min and immediately noticed the faint golden light of merit surrounding her. This merit was accumulated by her years of speaking up for the dead and protecting the rights of the living, performing autopsies and examining injuries, and uncovering the truth. Shen Jingshu felt a sense of respect for her and politely nodded to her.

Yan Min didn't ask any more questions, and turned to point to the inside of the morgue: "The bodies of those victims are all placed inside. I'll have him take you in."

"Thank you for your help, forensic doctor Yan."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Min turned and left. He Ming led Shen Jingshu into the cold morgue, where the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with cold air, which made people shudder.

He opened the refrigerated cabinets containing the bodies of the four victims one by one, then turned to Shen Jingshu, his tone somewhat cautious: "Ms. Shen, shall we examine the bodies?"

Shen Jingshu remained calm, showing no fear whatsoever: "Let's take it one step at a time."

"Okay, let's start with the first victim." He Ming said, taking the lead and walking to the outermost refrigerated cabinet to get ready.

He Ming stood aside and introduced the identities of the four victims and the details of their deaths to Shen Jingshu one by one, his tone somber.

Shen Jingshu quietly looked at each body, secretly calculating with her fingertips. After a moment, she understood: these people had all died unjustly. According to common sense, the souls of those who died violently are mostly filled with resentment and find it difficult to enter the cycle of reincarnation. She came here this time to see if she could find clues about the murderer by using the resentment of the remaining souls.

After some investigation, it was found that the souls of the first three victims had already left their bodies, their resentment dissipated, and they had successfully gone to the underworld to be reincarnated. Only the soul of the fourth victim had not left, but was instead trapped in the morgue by an invisible force.

The deceased was named Ding Jiahui, a third-year student at the Beijing Film Academy. She was in the prime of her life, but her life ended in such a tragic way.

After examining all the bodies, Shen Jingshu turned to He Ming and asked calmly, "I'd like to stay here alone for a while, is that alright?"

He Ming was taken aback for a moment, but seeing her calm expression, he quickly nodded, "Of course, Miss Shen, I'll be waiting outside. Just call me anytime if you need anything!"

After saying that, he quietly left the morgue, carefully closing the heavy iron door. The entire space instantly fell into a deathly silence, with only a bone-chilling cold remaining.

After confirming that He Ming had completely left, Shen Jingshu raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on the empty corner of the morgue. Her voice was cold and clear, piercing through the chilling air: "Ding Jiahui, why don't you go to the underworld to be reincarnated, instead of lingering in the mortal world?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the air in the corner distorted slightly, and a figure slowly emerged.

It was a slender girl wearing a blood-stained white dress and a worn-out trench coat; she was the deceased, Ding Jiahui.

Her soul was adrift, her eyes blank and vacant. It took her a while to react, and she subconsciously looked around—in this huge morgue, there was only her lonely soul and the girl standing next to the body.

She hesitated and floated forward two steps, but dared not get too close.