A perfect crime? To me, it's full of flaws!

The rain didn't stop; instead, it poured down harder and harder.

Qi Feng and Lin Haitang did not enter the house.

The two sat on the stone steps in the courtyard, letting the cold rain wash over their bodies, their eyes vacant as they stared at the dark courtyard wall shrouded in the rain.

After one cigarette burned out, Qi Feng shook another one out of the soaked cigarette box. He tried to light it several times before finally managing to light it, the scarlet flame flickering in the rainy night.

He draped his police uniform jacket and shirt over Lin Haitang's shoulders.

She was still shivering, but not from the cold.

There was a red folding umbrella on the scene, fully open, as if to shield her from the rain.

Upon seeing the glaring red, Lin Haitang's pupils instantly contracted, and like a startled rabbit, she shrank back abruptly, letting out a suppressed whimper.

Qi Feng felt a pang in his heart. He silently put away his umbrella, took off his last vest, and draped it over her head, then pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Are you cold?" He felt the body in his arms trembling violently, his voice hoarse.

"It's alright..." Lin Haitang's voice was thick with nasal congestion and trembled. "Qi Feng... tell me why? What kind of hatred is it that killing people wasn't enough, it had to... had to be so... so cruel!"

She could no longer speak, only the sound of her teeth chattering remained.

"I don't know." Qi Feng's gaze pierced through the rain, landing on the dark doorway. "But I know now, and I must, immediately, seize them."

All the struggles I had with "conscience" and "law" in my mind, all the "pitiful" sympathy I felt for that couple, were crushed to pieces after I pushed open that door.

It vanished without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain gradually stopped, and a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.

"Hello!"

"Qi Feng! Haitang!"

Familiar shouts echoed through the mountains and forests.

The main force has arrived.

Qi Feng's spirits lifted, and he helped the almost exhausted Lin Haitang to her feet.

Leading the group was Fan Liang, followed by dozens of police officers who stumbled along the path. Beside him stood a slender figure leaning on a cane, which instantly brought tears to Qi Feng's eyes.

"Master! What brings you here!" Qi Feng quickly went to greet him.

"I'm worried about you two brats." Liu Yuanshan frowned as he looked at their disheveled, drenched appearance. "Quick! Xiao Fan brought clean clothes and hot water. You two change right away!"

"Change it right away!" Qi Feng pointed to the wooden house that looked even more eerie in the morning light. "Captain Fan, the scene is inside."

Fan Liang nodded emphatically and patted Qi Feng on the shoulder: "Okay. You two, go and rest in the car. We'll take care of things here."

After saying that, he strode towards the wooden house without the slightest hesitation.

Step in.

The next second, this tough guy, who had been working on the front lines of criminal investigation for twenty years, suddenly froze in place, as if he had been frozen in place.

Three full seconds later, he quickly retreated, slammed the wooden door shut behind him, and his chest heaved violently.

He turned around, his face ashen, and let out a low growl at the police officers who had already set up a cordon behind him.

"Those with less than three years... no! Five years or less of police service, all on perimeter security! No one is allowed to approach!"

The group of young police officers were stunned, looking at each other in bewilderment, not understanding what had happened.

Only a few veteran criminal investigators who had come with Fan Liang instantly turned extremely solemn.

They silently patted their apprentices on the shoulder, signaling them to step back, and then walked over themselves.

"Old Wu, this scene... you'll have to come in person." Fan Liang said to Section Chief Wu of the Municipal Bureau's Trace Evidence Section, his voice a little hoarse. "Your apprentices shouldn't go in."

Section Chief Wu was a thin man in his early fifties. He gave a wry smile: "Team Leader Fan, aren't you putting me in a difficult position? I only brought these few people with me. If it were just me..."

"I'll do it."

A calm yet powerful voice rang out.

Liu Yuanshan had already approached without anyone noticing. He threw away his cane and stared calmly at the closed wooden door.

A flicker of struggle crossed Fan Liang's eyes, but it ultimately turned into a heavy sigh. He nodded, "Mr. Liu, then... thank you for your trouble."

Liu Yuanshan didn't say anything more. He took the investigation kit from a police officer, skillfully put on a mask and gloves, and then put on shoe covers with Fan Liang's help.

Along with him, besides Section Chief Wu from the Trace Evidence Department, there were three forensic doctors from the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Looking at those three faces that were clearly still very young, Fan Liang did not stop them this time.

The psychological qualities required for forensic doctors are inherently stronger than those of ordinary police officers.

They should...maybe they can hold on.

Liu Yuanshan was the first to walk towards the wooden door that seemed to separate the human world from hell. He grasped the doorknob without the slightest hesitation.

"Squeak..."

The gates of hell have opened once more.