Chapter 112: Su Ming Appointed as Deputy Head of the Special Task Force, Fully Unveiling the Top Ten Unsolved Cases!

[Good day, listeners. This is the Modu News Express Radio.]

[This morning, the incident at the art museum that took social media by storm has finally been clarified after a series of inquiries and investigations. Our reporters have obtained the latest, most accurate firsthand information.]

[It was neither a bomb threat nor an anti-terror drill, as many speculated. In reality, it was something that no one could have expected.]

[The Huaihai Criminal Investigation Unit has finally solved the horrifying Modu University Dismemberment Case—after twenty years.]

[Yes, you heard that right. It’s that very case that terrified the people of Modu to the point that they didn’t dare go out alone for days, let alone pick up random black plastic bags on the street. The case has finally been cracked.]

[And you’d never guess who the murderer is—it’s none other than the renowned sculptor of Dragon Country, Zhou Shirui.]

[According to sources, during the police’s special operation, Zhou Shirui resisted arrest to the very end and ultimately committed suicide to escape justice…]

At that moment, across Modu, countless private cars and taxis with their radios on were all broadcasting the same urgent news.

And it wasn’t just the radio.

Modu Television, online news platforms, and real-time discussion forums all disseminated the information the moment the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Unit lifted the case restrictions.

The 5.13 Modu University Dismemberment Case from twenty years ago had finally been solved.

Upon seeing the news, everyone who still remembered the case was momentarily stunned, filled with indescribable emotions.

After twenty long years, justice had finally arrived.

Back then, after the gruesome and heinous crime was committed, citizens and criminal investigation enthusiasts alike had sent letters and made calls to the Huaihai Criminal Investigation Unit, offering their theories and deductions.

Suggestions ranged from checking the water consumption of nearby residents, investigating vehicle owners throughout Modu, and analyzing the victim’s social circles.

Many speculated that the murderer might be a roast duck shop owner, a forensic expert, a surgeon, or even a butcher.

It was much like the recent case in Lin’an City—the infamous “Vanishing Wife” murder, where a husband killed his wife for financial gain.

Due to the public uproar, netizens actively contributed investigative ideas—checking water usage, analyzing DNA residues in a blender, and other forensic techniques—which ultimately led to the murderer’s arrest.

But what no one had expected in the Modu University Dismemberment Case was that the killer would turn out to be a sculptor—a profession so obscure and seemingly unrelated to university students.

This revelation validated a chilling statement once written by Zhou Shirui in one of his online posts:

“The perfect prey is someone who, in the eyes of the world, could never possibly be connected to you—by status, by identity, by any reasonable logic.”

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This case was not only drawing attention in Modu.

In the heart of Liangxi City, inside a luxurious women’s beauty salon, a well-maintained woman in her thirties sat in the general manager’s office, her legs crossed. A rose tattoo graced her collarbone, and an expensive facial mask covered her face as she silently watched the news broadcast on the television across from her.

Even though she had replayed it multiple times, each mention of the murderer being the renowned sculptor Zhou Shirui, and his subsequent suicide, made her tense up involuntarily.

A faint sense of fear and unease crept into her heart.

Just then, the locked office door was suddenly knocked on. The woman, startled like a frightened rabbit, immediately turned toward the door.

A familiar and gentle voice followed:

“Miss Tang.”

“Are you available now? Madam Chen has come for another facelift treatment. Would you like to handle it personally?”

Tang let out a heavy breath and replied without hesitation:

“Not today.”

“Tell Madam Chen to come another time or have another specialist do it.”

The staff member outside seemed taken aback.

Normally, high-paying VIP clients like Madam Chen were always attended to personally by their boss.

But today, despite being available, she declined. Nonetheless, the employee promptly responded:

“Understood, Miss Tang. I’ll inform Madam Chen and see if she’d like to reschedule.”

However, Tang wasn’t paying attention anymore.

Instead, she immediately ripped off her expensive facial mask, walked hurriedly to her private bedroom within the office, and locked the door behind her.

She then approached a wardrobe, cautiously glanced around for a few seconds, and pressed a nearly indistinguishable button on its side.

“Click.”

A hidden compartment rotated open, revealing a brightly lit secret chamber.

Without hesitation, Tang stepped inside, pulled open a drawer, retrieved a special phone, and dialed a certain number.

After fifteen seconds, when the call connected, she spoke in a hushed yet urgent voice:

“K—Boss, what do we do now?”

“The Sculptor was caught so quickly. Does that mean my human-skin masks are useless now?”

“What the hell happened? The Sculptor was so careful! Even if he left a small clue behind after killing that doctor, he shouldn’t have been caught this fast—he didn’t even last a morning!”

“Are we… are we next…?”

Before she could finish, a calm and confident voice interrupted her:

“Relax, Rose.”

“Right now, you are not a fugitive murderer. You are a well-known female entrepreneur in Liangxi City.”

“You’ve been on television countless times. You have connections with the families of wealthy elites and high-ranking officials. This fire won’t reach you.”

“And besides—do you trust me?”

“Just like five years ago.”

Tang visibly calmed down and whispered, “I trust you, Boss K.”

“So now that the Sculptor is gone, what do I do next? Should I prepare an escape plan?”

“No need.”

“You just need to… prepare more human-skin masks.”

“Some of the best hounds have caught onto the trick, but these masks can still fool plenty of watchdogs that have lost their sense of smell.”

“And—Just keep playing your role as a successful businesswoman and beauty salon owner.”

“Leave everything else to me.”

With that, K decisively ended the call.

Tang, staring at the silent phone, bit her lip. Then, she dialed another number.

Fifteen seconds later, the call connected.

Her previously delicate gaze now carried a ruthless glint.

“Bomber.”

“I need explosives—enough to bring down an entire beauty salon.”

As she spoke, her eyes flickered toward the walls of her secret chamber, where several shriveled human-skin masks hung.

Each one was real human skin—not synthetic.

—

At the same time, police departments across various districts of Gusu City were operating at full capacity, their vehicles constantly moving in and out.

They were searching for someone.

The recently obtained criminal network list showed that “Fat Cat” was the only agent who had been eliminated.

This meant one thing—Fat Cat knew too much.

Most critically, the method of his murder—cyanide poisoning—was identical to that of the unsolved movie theater poisoning case from a year and a half ago, and to the death of a Shiba Inu in front of Skinny Dog’s family home.

This meant one thing: the perpetrator of these unsolved cases had resurfaced.

Now was the perfect time to capture him.

Meanwhile, at Gusu’s largest racing club, a sleek Koenigsegg hypercar roared down the track.

Inside the driver’s seat, a gaunt young man with sharp, cold eyes gripped the steering wheel.

Ignoring his ringing phone earlier, he now dialed back the missed call.

After fifteen seconds, the call connected.

A cold, emotionless voice greeted him:

“Poison.”

“From now on, every step you take will be under my command.”

“Because this time, they’ve brought in a bloodhound with an exceptional sense of smell…”

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At Huaihai Criminal Investigation Unit, the special task force was officially assembled.

Su Ming, now the deputy head, looked at the whiteboard covered in unsolved cases and decisively chose where to begin.

There were ten cases in total, but one stood out—

[The Silver Serial Murders.]