Special Forces Medic

The City Police Department was a scene of unprecedented hustle, people coming and going, everyone wishing they could use their feet as hands, but it still wasn't enough.

In the lobby below, inquiries rose above each other in volume, as if the belief was that loud voices could reduce irritation and depression, yet no one realized this was equally raising their own irritable emotions.

Wu Shuang stomped in from outside the police station in her tall boots, questioning how she had fallen so low—receiving a call early in the morning, rushing to a scene just to catch a few troublemaking punks? Was this what she, a special police officer, was meant for? Her anger flared.

"Take these people downstairs to record their statements first."

Handing over the people she brought back to her subordinates, she walked back to her office by herself. Her throat dry and irritated as if on fire, and the mountain of dossiers on the table made her want to escape.

Yanjing's public security had always been good. It was her gut feeling that these minor disturbances were hiding something bigger, and their chief had been avoiding people, staying holed up in his office since a meeting with the city council.

The door to the room was knocked upon, and Wu Shuang looked up from her desk as her assistant Xiao Sun came in.

"Officer Wu, your package."

"Package?" It was a thick parcel, somewhat soft to the touch.

"Is it clothes?"

Xiao Sun was curious to see what was beneath the packaging, wondering how Wu Shuang, someone unlikely to shop on Taobao, could buy clothes—surely with such a high income, she'd buy from a boutique.

Wu Shuang was also curious about the contents. Using scissors, she cut open the package, revealing something fluffy.

"Is it leather clothing?" Xiao Sun's eyes widened, eager to see what kind of garment it was.

"It's human hair." Wu Shuang threw the half-open package onto the table. "Call the forensic expert over, quickly."

Xiao Sun couldn't believe it, but she ran out as fast as she could. Wu Shuang sat back in her chair, suddenly lacking the courage to fully open the package. The feel of the hair lingered on her fingers—whose hair was it?

"Officer Wu!" The forensic expert, wearing glasses, appeared before her. "Is it this one?"

"Yes!" Wu Shuang was used to the forensic expert's straightforward nature—he was more interested in the dead than the living.

The forensic expert picked up the package. A section of brown hair slipped out from the opening. He took off his gloves and picked up a small tuft, rubbing it between his fingers.

"This is hair, real human hair, with no synthetic fibers in it."

"Yes!" Wu Shuang nodded. "It has a slight smell of blood."

Holding the package, the forensic expert, with his keen sense of smell, also detected this faint scent, although the package's size made it less likely to contain a head, and the texture didn't resemble something with the hardness of bones.

"Do you want me to open it here or take it back to the lab and give you a report?" The forensic expert considerately asked. He was indifferent to seeing horrifying things, but for women, it was hard to say; no matter how tough they were as police officers, they were still women. A woman's nature is emotional, making it impossible to develop numbness towards the unknown fear.

"It's fine, do it here." Wu Shuang opened the window to let fresh air into the room.

"Are you sure?" The forensic expert asked again, feeling she was trying too hard. "I can't guarantee this will be any better than the last time we had a box."

Mentioning the box still brought waves of nausea for Wu Shuang, and she could guess the greasy, disgusting feeling even without touching it. Staring at this dehydrated item, she thought she could handle it.

"Yes!"

The forensic expert put on gloves and pulled out the soft lump from the package. Attached to the hair was a piece of skin, and as it was drawn out, the smell of blood steadily filled the air. Wu Shuang rubbed her stomach, feeling it contract—not strongly but persistently.

"It's human skin." The forensic expert flipped the piece over; the capillaries on the underside were visible with no knife marks to blemish the pattern, even the edges were smooth. He let out a sound of appreciation—professionally, he had immense admiration, but morally, he was outraged by the cruelty. He was a man of contradictions.

"It's a human face, though it's unclear who it belongs to. But it's certain the method differs from last time. This time, it was scraped from the body bit by bit with a sharp instrument, and there are no toxic substances in the subcutaneous tissue."

"The same person?" Wu Shuang suppressed her churning stomach, moving away from the forensic expert, too close and she'd feel suffocated.

"Uncertain, but there's a ninety percent likelihood, and once again, the technique is exceptional." The forensic expert once more admired the craftsmanship, itching to compete against it.

"Who sent this?"

Wu Shuang turned to the pale-faced Xiao Sun at the side. She picked up the package thrown on the ground, examining both inside and out, finding no courier company receipt. She suddenly pushed past the forensic expert and rushed out, running down the stairs all the way to the front entrance. The street was a stream of endless traffic; she looked around, eventually heading to the guard post.

"Who allowed someone in just now?" Wu Shuang's stern tone startled the guards, who exchanged uncertain glances.

"Who was it?" Wu Shuang demanded once more.

"Officer Wu, no outsiders have come in." A man around fifty pointed with the pen in his hand and stood up.

"Then what is this?" Wu Shuang held up a courier bag that had just been handed to Xiao Sun by someone.

The guard was nervous and didn't know what to do, so he could only say, "Officer Wu, if you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance footage at the front gate. Every stranger's comings and goings are recorded here, you can be assured of that."

Wu Shuang took a deep breath, realizing she had overreacted and felt a bit embarrassed.

"Are you saying no outsiders have entered?"

"Yes, this is today's registration form, and nothing new has been added."

"Got it." Wu Shuang directly entered the surveillance room and pulled up several gate footages. According to the guard, apart from her own vehicle, all the traffic was staff, so how did this person get in?

"Xiao Sun, how did you receive the package?" Wu Shuang found Xiao Sun, who was handling an incident on the side. If it wasn't through normal channels, then the person could easily enter the police department, which means this person might still be here.

"Do you remember what they looked like?"

"I wasn't the one who received the package. I saw it on my desk as soon as I came in, addressed to Wu Shuang. I thought maybe someone smitten with Sister Wu was playing a romantic trick."

Romantic, indeed, a terrifying kind of romance.

"Where's the forensic examiner?"

"In the lab, I saw him earlier in front."

Unwillingly, Wu Shuang walked into the basement. It was perpetually gloomy here, and she thought anyone spending time here would go insane sooner or later. This was the place she least liked to enter, but also where she frequented. Perhaps she should request a male assistant, relying on Xiao Sun was like having none.

"Forensic examiner!" Wu Shuang called out, hoping he could hear and come out on his own, sparing her eyes and her fragile heart.

No response, which was strange. The lab was like the examiner's home, and it was said his longest record was a month without leaving. Wu Shuang searched several labs in the basement but still found no sign of him.

"Where could he have gone?" Feeling the gust of cold wind, Wu Shuang quickly returned to the surface.

If the courier was still in the police department, where would he most want to go? As she walked, Wu Shuang pondered, if there's someone in the police department he was looking for, who could it be?

Many people have been brought in recently, so it could be anyone. But if it's just for minor players, is it worth it? If caught, it would be a serious matter.

Ah! Deep in thought, Wu Shuang was suddenly bumped into heavily by someone running past, letting out a cry of pain.

"Oh, sorry!" The person slightly turned and apologized before running off.

"It's okay!" Wu Shuang rubbed her shoulder, frowning. Does our police department have such a person? Puzzled, she turned to glance at the departing figure, wearing a trucker hat and about Xiao Lin's height, a very unfamiliar back.

In a police station, you're either a criminal or a police officer, and visitors rarely enter. With that in mind, Wu Shuang instinctively chased after the figure.

"Stop!" Near the corner of the lobby, Wu Shuang caught up with the person.

"Is there a problem?" The man stood with his back to Wu Shuang, stopping in his tracks.

"Who are you? You're not one of us." Wu Shuang slowly moved to face him; she had never seen him before, she was sure.

The man stared at Wu Shuang for a long time before lowering his shoulders. "I'm looking for your chief; do I need your permission?"

"Is that so? I just came from the guard; no unfamiliar visitors were recorded today." While there was no obvious hostility from this person, an unsettling aura surrounded him.

"I came in with your chief's car. Does this also need an investigation? Officer Wu, you're quite dedicated." The man stepped past Wu Shuang and walked away.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?" Wu Shuang turned swiftly, reaching for the man's left shoulder. She was adept at small locks, but the man smoothly slid forward, effortlessly dodging her grasp and slipping his hands into his pockets, avoiding her repeated attacks.

"Officer Wu!"

The man tried to stop Wu Shuang's irrational behavior. Their struggle had already attracted a crowd. The man pulled out a hand, lowered his cap brim, and reluctantly threw a punch at her empty midsection.

Feeling the attack coming to her abdomen, Wu Shuang, who had committed her upper body to the assault, had no way to dodge the blow. The punch landing on her abdomen lacked the power she expected from such an attack. Wu Shuang realized the man had no intention of hurting her. Could she have been mistaken? The fist only brushed past her abdomen.

"Do you see now I mean no harm?" The man smiled, revealing his bright white teeth. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with your recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)