Chapter 110: A Corpse That Speaks

Autism?

Xiao Yu was a bit surprised. Autism, also known as Autistic Disorder, often presents with social interaction difficulties, communication challenges, and narrow interests. 

Why did Xiao Yu know about this disorder?

As a child, because he was a transmigrator, his expressions differed from those of other children, and he didn’t play with them. His parents worried that he might have some disorder, possibly autism. 

At that time, Xiao Yu found it both amusing and exasperating. Just because he acted more maturely and didn’t play with a bunch of silly kids, did that mean he was autistic? 

His parents’ concern was both funny and touching.

Precisely because he knew about this disorder, Xiao Yu was shocked. This condition is typically diagnosed in early childhood, and it’s rare in adults. Even when it does appear in adults, it usually manifests as communication or social interaction difficulties. Full-blown autism in adults is extremely rare. Those with this disorder often do not interact with strangers and may even avoid their own family members at times.

The cause? Psychological disorder.

In simpler terms…

Xiao Yu didn’t mean to disrespect the deceased, but it turned out the man was indeed mentally disturbed.

It made sense. Only someone with such a condition could do something so extreme.

Xiao Yu’s gaze shifted to the three bloody words on the wall: I am wronged.

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

As a calligraphy expert once said, “To observe a character is to observe a person.” Handwriting can reflect a person’s personality and even their state of mind.

The handwriting of someone happy differs from that of someone angry. When people are furious, their writing becomes heavy and forceful. When filled with resentment, their words become thicker, larger, and as sharp as blades.

The three words on the wall displayed this very form. 

As Xiao Yu felt a tremor in his heart, he couldn’t help but wonder, “How much hatred must you harbor to write these three characters with such force? And how narrow-minded must you be to not endure for even three days, choosing death to prove your innocence?”

‘Is it reasonable? Oh, right, he’s mentally disturbed, so never mind!’

There was nothing more to see at the scene. Leaving the detention center, the group headed straight to the morgue.

Xiao Yu had to examine the body once more to ensure it was a suicide. 

Didn’t he trust the coroner? 

It wasn’t that the coroner was untrustworthy, but sometimes Xiao Yu didn’t even trust his own eyes. Past experience in solving cases had taught him that appearances could be deceiving. 

Not just in his past life, but even in this one, he’d been misled by his own eyes several times.

At the morgue, they pulled the body out of the refrigerated coffin. Unzipping the body bag, Xiao Yu carefully observed the deceased.

Ren Chang, male, 26 years old, local resident, elementary school education, no occupation, autistic.

He stayed at home all day, rarely going out.

Elementary school education?

Because he had autism from a young age, Ren Chang disliked interacting with the outside world. He barely finished elementary school. After that, he was kept at home by his parents, playing on his phone and computer all day. He was more reclusive than even the most reclusive homebody.

Xiao Yu lowered his head and carefully examined the deceased’s wounds. 

The body didn’t lie. 

To fabricate wounds, injuries, and fatal marks, one would need an extensive understanding of corpses, something very few possess.

After twenty minutes of observation, Xiao Yu used his Falcon Eye. He confirmed not only that Ren Chang had indeed committed suicide but also that he was mentally disturbed. Moreover, he was… a pervert. 

Even a mentally ill person had pain receptors. Only someone with an extremely twisted psyche could inflict 24 wounds on their own neck and sever an artery. 

How many people know about the hardness and flexibility of arterial blood vessels? 

People often think blood vessels are fragile, but that’s a misconception. The flexibility of some major blood vessels can be comparable to skin and tendons. For example, cutting an artery requires sharp tools.

Like in movies where someone bites through another’s neck artery? That’s virtually impossible. 

Using a metal button strip? Cutting through an artery in one go was also impossible. 

Twenty-four wounds?

Ren Chang clearly wanted to die. He exerted so much force that the metal strip even cut into his fingertips. Xiao Yu felt a shiver run down his spine. He wasn’t afraid of people, nor was he afraid of vicious criminals. But faced with a perverted lunatic, he was scared. Because you never know what unimaginable things such a person might do next. 

Fortunately, he was now just a corpse. Xiao Yu looked away. It was indeed a suicide.

So, the question was why did he commit suicide? 

Was it really because he felt wronged and was too narrow-minded? 

No, in Xiao Yu’s impression, narrow-minded people were easily angered, violent, and impulsive. They were not the kind of people who could calmly use a metal button strip to cut their necks repeatedly in the same spot.

Why say this? 

Here’s an example. In his previous life, Xiao Yu encountered a person who attempted suicide five times by slashing her wrists. However, the five wounds were clearly not in the same spot. Why? Because of pain, psychological trauma, and lack of courage to cut the same place twice.

Therefore, someone who could make 24 cuts in the same spot on their neck…

Can you imagine how terrifying his psychological resilience and calmness were? And such a person committed suicide?

Xiao Yu’s gaze fell on the deceased’s face, and his expression changed once again. He saw relief and… happiness on the face of the deceased. 

I… 

Xiao Yu almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He could barely understand the relief, but what was that happiness on his face?

The post-mortem rigid smile on the face was eerie and horrifying. Honestly, Xiao Yu’s mind was instantly thrown into chaos. Just this one expression from the deceased had completely thrown him off.

‘Are you kidding me? You almost gave me a heart attack.’

Xiao Yu snapped back to reality, his expression constantly shifting. What on earth had he experienced to feel happiness even in suicide?

Xiao Yu felt like a rookie. Because rookies, like kids, always have a head full of questions.

“Investigate the deceased’s life before he died,” Xiao Yu said, shifting his gaze to Guo Qiang. “Focus on whether he had any romantic experiences.”

Where did happiness usually come from? Family, partners, life, money…

For a person with autism, happiness likely didn’t come from money or life. It must be from family or a partner. 

Three hours later, Guo Qiang returned. With a strange expression, he brought back some news. After hearing it, Xiao Yu was stunned for ten full seconds.

He actually had a girlfriend? An eight-year-long online girlfriend?

What? How is that even possible?