Chapter 110: Whispers from the Beyond

Chapter 110: The Corpse That Speaks

Autism?

Xiao Yu was a bit surprised.

Autism, also known as autism spectrum disorder.

People with this condition often struggle with social interaction, communication, and have narrow interests.

How did Xiao Yu learn about this condition?

As a child and a time traveler, his expressions differed from those of other kids, so he hardly ever played with them.

His parents worried he might be sick—maybe even autistic or something similar.

At that time, Xiao Yu could only laugh in disbelief.

How can someone be considered mature just because they refuse to play with a bunch of foolish kids? That doesn’t make you autistic!

His parents really had a unique way of understanding things back then!

Perhaps that’s why Xiao Yu was so shocked.

This disorder typically appears in early childhood.

Adults rarely display such signs.

And when they do, it’s usually limited to communication or social interaction difficulties.

Autism is truly something extraordinary.

People with autism usually confine their interactions to family.

Sometimes, even family interactions are minimal.

What causes it?

It’s a mental disorder!

To put it bluntly…

It’s not that Xiao Yu disrespects the dead.

It turns out the victim was just plain deranged!

After all, if he weren’t mentally unstable, he wouldn’t have carried out such an act.

Shifting his gaze, Xiao Yu looked at the three bloodstained characters on the wall.

“I’m being wronged!”

Just by the handwriting, Xiao Yu could feel a surge of anger and resentment.

A famed calligrapher once said, ‘Study a person’s writing and you study the person.’

The writing reflects one’s character.

It can even reveal one’s state of mind.

The strokes of a bright spirit and a dark soul differ.

They change when one is happy versus when one is angry.

Clearly, when someone is enraged, their brushwork becomes particularly forceful.

When filled with resentment, the characters enlarge and cut like a knife.

The three words before him bore exactly that quality.

Xiao Yu’s heart trembled as he wondered, “How deep must one’s hatred be to scrawl these words? How narrow-minded must they be to take three days of torment and decide to end it all?”

Is that reasonable?

Oh, it’s just a madman then—no big deal!

There wasn’t much left at the scene to see.

Leaving the Detention Center, everyone headed straight for the morgue.

Xiao Yu needed to inspect the corpse himself to be convinced it wasn’t a suicide.

Don’t even trust the coroner?

It’s not that coroners can’t be trusted—sometimes Xiao Yu doesn’t even trust his own eyes.

His past investigations had taught him that the eyes can deceive.

Not to mention his previous life, but even in his current cases,

his eyes had deceived him more than once.

The morgue.

The corpse was pulled from its refrigerated casket.

Opening the body bag, Xiao Yu examined the dead carefully…

Ren Chang, male, 26, a local with only an elementary school education. Unemployed and, due to his autism, he stayed home all day with minimal outings.

Only an elementary education?

Since childhood, afflicted with autism, Ren Chang shunned contact with the outside world.

He barely managed to finish elementary school!

Afterward, his parents kept him indoors all day, glued to his phone and computer.

He was even more reclusive than a stereotypical shut-in…

Xiao Yu lowered his head to scrutinize the corpse’s wounds.

A corpse never lies.

Only someone deeply knowledgeable about a body could fake wounds, injuries, and fatal marks.

After twenty minutes of observation, Xiao Yu activated ‘Falcon’s Eye’.

In the end, he confirmed that Ren Chang had indeed committed suicide.

At the same time, he was a madman.

And a pervert, too!

Even a madman still feels pain.

Unless one is extremely deranged, it’s impossible to make 24 cuts along one’s neck and sever the arteries!

How many people understand the toughness and flexibility of arterial walls?

People often think blood vessels are fragile, but that’s a misconception.

Some major vessels are as pliable as skin and sinew.

Take arteries, for instance—a sharp tool is required to slice them open.

Cutting through an artery in one bite like in movies is pure fantasy!

Using a metal button-spring?

Even attempting to cut it open in one go is absolutely impossible.

24 cuts?

It indicates that Ren Chang truly wanted to die.

In exerting himself so fiercely, even his fingertip pads were cut by the metal shard.

A chill ran down Xiao Yu’s spine.

He wasn’t afraid of people, not even hardened criminals.

But when facing a deranged psycho, he felt fear.

Because you never know what such a person might do next!

Thankfully, he was just a corpse now… Xiao Yu averted his gaze.

It was indeed suicide.

Which brings up a question.

0… seeking flowers…

Why did he commit suicide?

Was it simply because he felt wronged, his heart too narrow?

No, that wasn’t how Xiao Yu remembered it.

A narrow mind makes one quick to anger, violent, and impulsive.

It certainly isn’t the behavior of someone calm enough to make 24 incision marks on the same spot on their neck with a metal shard!

Why say that?

To give an example.

In his previous life, Xiao Yu had encountered a suicide victim.

She had attempted suicide five times by cutting her wrists!

Yet, each of those five cuts was in a distinctly different spot.

Why?

Pain, psychological scars, and a lack of courage prevented her from cutting the same spot twice!

So, someone capable of making 24 cuts in the same spot…

…………

Can you imagine how terrifying his mental fortitude and composure must have been?

And yet, someone like him ended his own life?

As his gaze fell on the deceased’s face, Xiao Yao’s expression shifted once again.

From the dead man’s face, he saw not despair but… happiness!

I… Xiao Yu nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Happiness? He could barely understand a sense of relief.

But that smile—what the hell is it?

That frozen smile on his face looked sinister and eerily unsettling.

Honestly, Xiao Yu’s mind went into chaos at that moment.

The dead man’s expression alone left him completely rattled.

Damn, you’re a psycho—you nearly gave me a heart attack… Xiao Yu snapped back, his expression rapidly shifting.

What on earth had he experienced to feel happiness even in death?

Xiao Yu felt like he had become a complete novice.

After all, a novice is full of questions, just like a child.

“Check the deceased’s background,”

Xiao Yu shifted his gaze to Guo Qiang and said, “The key is whether he had any emotional attachments.”

Where does happiness come from?

Family, partners, life, money…

For an autistic person, happiness likely doesn’t stem from money or mundane living.

It must come from family or a partner!

Three hours later, Guo Qiang returned.

Wearing a bizarre expression, he brought back some news.

After hearing it, Xiao Yu was stunned for a full ten seconds.

He actually had a girlfriend?

A girlfriend from an eight-year online romance?

No way, are you serious? Unbelievable.