On the twenty ninth of July, twenty- twenty, Lin Aiguo, Zhang Wei and Xiao Yin, were heading out of the police station to have a meal outside for lunch. The station was situated in a crowded area of China, a bit above the ground, so to get out, the officers and workers there would find themselves climbing down a fleet of stairs. Just when the trio were about to reach the bottom step, Xiao Yin cried, “Wait!”

Lin Aiguo and Zhang Wei hurriedly turned around, and they too, were shocked by what they saw.

A woman’s attire, covered in fresh blood was left on the railing, obviously waiting to be discovered. “I guess lunch is cancelled for now then…” Zhang Wei said, pulling the shocked Xiao Yin up the stairs, while Lin Aiguo rushed ahead of them, carrying the clothing to the forensic lab and laying it on the autopsy table. After a cup of coffee, Xiao Yin calmed down, and then went with Zhang Wei, to get the findings from Lin Aiguo.

When Zhang Wei and Xiao Yin arrived at the forensic lab, they saw their friend bent over the autopsy table, gently fiddling with the clothing. “The way the touches them,” Xiao Yin grinned, “You’d think the clothing was really a dead body.” “Well, someone obviously died in them anyways,” Lin Aiguo sneered back. Xiao Yin looked down for a moment and then asked, “So… What about the findings.” “The blood is rather fresh, and the clothing is of a female’s, who is about twenty years old, by the size of it, so the girl’s time of death was probably this dawn, from two to four. This is only the outer wear, so it is possible that the victim is still wearing her innerwear. There is also a sign on the clothing, drawn in blood, surely after the victim’s death. Do you recognize it from anywhere?” Lin Aiguo questioned.

Zhang Wei and Xiao Yin strained their eyes to at least figure out the meaning of the very confusingly drawn symbol:

“Not possible,” Xiao Yin murmured. “What is it?”...