Chapter 41: Report the Crime

Shen Siyuan pulled out his phone to call the police, but quickly put it down again.

Nowadays, all cell phones are registered under real names; it’s easy to trace the call back to him.

He wasn’t the murderer, but he had no way to explain to the police how he discovered the corpse in the abandoned building—it would only invite more trouble.

At this moment, Dou Dou and Yin Xingyue had returned and were sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Shen Siyuan with hopeful eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he turned his gaze toward Yin Xingyue.

“Xingyue, you’ll have to go this time,” Shen Siyuan said.

Before Yin Xingyue could speak, Dou Dou jumped up, patted her small chest, and exclaimed urgently: “I… I can help!”

“You stay here and keep me company,” Shen Siyuan said dryly.

“Brother, where are you going?” Yin Xingyue asked softly.

“Go to the police station near the abandoned building you just saw, appear in front of them, and tell them you found a corpse inside.”

Upon hearing this, Yin Xingyue nodded, then looked down at the faint blue glow emanating from her body.

She was far stronger than Dou Dou—in just two days, she had mostly mastered the Ming fire within her, unlike Dou Dou, whose Ming fire still constantly flickered out from her head.

“It’s fine—you’ve controlled it well. Unless someone looks closely, they won’t notice anything unusual about you.”

Shen Siyuan naturally understood what she meant; the girl was being cautious.

“Then I’m off, brother,” Yin Xingyue said, rising.

“Go,” Shen Siyuan said.

Yin Xingyue was about to summon her yin wind and leave when she suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask: “Brother, are you still here?”

Shen Siyuan paused, then smiled: “Of course I am.”

Only then did Yin Xingyue summon her yin wind and depart.

Due to her own experiences, Yin Xingyue was extremely introverted and rarely initiated conversation with others; only because Shen Siyuan was her banner master did she grow close to him and speak so freely.

Yuxiu Police Station was one of the most ordinary stations in Xicheng District, with nothing particularly notable about it.

Every day, they handled trivial, petty matters.

However, the area under their jurisdiction was large; the entire station, including the chief, had only twelve personnel—not counting auxiliary officers.

Jiang Xiyue was a routine officer at Yuxiu Police Station, primarily responsible for traffic control and patrol duties, including managing traffic flow, on-duty assignments, and handling traffic accidents.

Among female officers, this was considered one of the more demanding roles, since most women were assigned to internal duties, community policing, or household registration management.

Jiang Xiyue chose traffic patrol and outdoor duty not because the station neglected or marginalized her, but because she requested it herself.

She loved the feeling of wind brushing her face while riding her motorcycle, loved cruising through streets and alleys; though a girl, she was naturally energetic and hated staying indoors.

Yuxiu Police Station occupied a sizable area, with a courtyard in front holding several police cars and private vehicles.

Jiang Xiyue rode her motorcycle into the courtyard and spotted a little girl pacing near the station entrance; she immediately rode over.

Seeing the girl’s frail, timid demeanor, Jiang Xiyue unconsciously softened her tone.

“Little sister, what’s wrong?”

Seeing it was a female officer, Yin Xingyue felt somewhat reassured.

She blurted out: “Officer Uncle…”

“I’m not an uncle—I’m an older sister. Take your time and tell me.”

Jiang Xiyue turned off her motorcycle but didn’t dismount; she remained astride it, removed her helmet, revealing her short, even haircut—looking strikingly sharp and spirited.

Jiang Xiyue didn’t invite Yin Xingyue inside the station because she noticed that while speaking, the girl avoided eye contact, hunched her shoulders, and subtly leaned away from the courtyard.

These were all signs of fear and wariness; she feared her own actions might unsettle the girl further.

From this, one could see how much courage it had taken Yin Xingyue to approach Shen Siyuan in the first place.

“T-that abandoned building… in the middle, the half-circle tower… fifth floor… there’s a dead person… a woman was killed there… by… by someone…” Yin Xingyue began stuttering, but grew more fluent as she spoke.

“What?”

Jiang Xiyue thought she’d misheard, her expression stunned.

Seeing this, Yin Xingyue instinctively stepped back a few paces.

Jiang Xiyue quickly said: “Are you telling the truth?”

Yin Xingyue nodded, then pointed toward a direction outside the courtyard.

“Right there—you can go and see for yourself.” With that, she turned and walked out of the courtyard.

“Wait—hold on!”

Jiang Xiyue hurried to call after her, but the girl ignored her.

She hesitated whether to dismount or chase after her on the motorcycle, but ultimately chose to get off, parking the bike securely.

But by the time she reached the courtyard’s exit, the girl had vanished.

She glanced left and right along the road—the street in front of the station was straight and clearly visible to the end, yet she saw no trace of the girl.

Jiang Xiyue was taken aback.

“Could she move that fast?”

She sensed something was off.

“Xiao Jiang, Xiao Jiang, why are you blocking the entrance with your motorcycle?”

At that moment, a middle-aged officer stepped out of the station—it was Jiang Xiyue’s master, Lin Guoliang.

“Master, I just met a little girl who reported a crime.”

Jiang Xiyue called him master because he had guided her when she first joined the station; their relationship was naturally close.

“Where’s the girl?” Lin Guoliang descended the steps.

“She disappeared in an instant—I’m puzzled.”

“What did she say?”

“She said there’s a corpse in the abandoned building ahead—a woman was murdered there,” Jiang Xiyue said.

“What?”

Lin Guoliang’s eyes widened in disbelief; a homicide was a major case.

“Could the girl be filing a false report?” Lin Guoliang added.

But before Jiang Xiyue could respond, he muttered to himself: “Regardless of whether it’s true or not, we should go check.”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiyue quickly said: “I’ll go with you.”

“Let’s go.”

Lin Guoliang strode toward his—electric scooter.

Not every officer rides a motorcycle.

The distance wasn’t far; within about ten minutes, the two arrived near the abandoned building, but the area was cordoned off—no entry possible. They circled the perimeter and finally found an entrance pried open.

They parked their vehicles nearby and slipped through the opening.

As soon as they entered, Jiang Xiyue curiously scanned the abandoned building, while Lin Guoliang pulled out his phone and carefully photographed the surroundings of the entrance.

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