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In 1993, Hong Kong had abolished the death penalty altogether; the maximum sentence upon capture would be life imprisonment. For Zhu Si, simply being alive was a form of leniency.

He paused and continued, "There's video evidence. If they pursue it, we'll send it over."

Upon mentioning the video, the Serious Crime Unit's minds returned to Zhu Si's method of murder.

"Spit."

"Spit!"

"Spit!"

"Brute!"

The three spat in unison.

In the depths of night, the resolution of the human skin case kept Kowloon Police Station illuminated like daylight.

A young man, with a backpack slung over his shoulder, supported an elderly grandpa as they entered the morgue. The grandpa's steps were unsteady, and he shouted as they walked.

"Ajuan, Ajuan... Where are you?"

Peng Zhou, supporting his grandpa, was already visibly distressed as he nodded to the police officer inside the morgue. "Officer, we're here to identify a body."

In the single room morgue, only two metal beds were present, in contrast to the other deceased lying sprawled out. The beds covered with white sheets were piled up.

Zhou Fengxu looked at the dazed grandpa and said, "The sight might be disturbing. You can take Grandpa out first. There are my colleagues outside who can assist."

"Okay." Peng Zhou nodded absentmindedly and helped his grandpa out of the room, trying not to show too much sorrow. He held back his tears, gently patting his grandpa's shoulder as they walked.

"Grandpa, Officer will take you for tea. I'll come find you later."

Grandpa refused stubbornly. "No, let's find Ajuan first. She's been missing for so long, and now we've found her. I want to call her home. I bought lots of sweets for her."

Peng Zhou gave Shi Boren an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Grandpa has Alzheimer's. Please be gentle with him."

Both Shi Boren and Gan Yizu felt a pang of sympathy upon witnessing this scene.

It was commonly known that Alzheimer's patients experienced a regression in their memories.

In the heart of the victim's grandfather, Ajuan was still that innocent little girl with a sweet tooth. How could he bear to accept that his granddaughter had been murdered?

"No problem, go ahead," Shi Boren took away the distraught grandfather.

Only then did Peng Zhou step back into the morgue.

Zhou Fengxu warned, "Be mentally prepared."

"Sir, I can handle it," Peng Zhou said, his face already pale, but he nodded nonetheless.

Zhou Fengxu pulled back the white sheet, revealing a familiar face. Peng Zhou's pupils constricted.

"Xiaojuan!"

Peng Zhou suddenly lost control, attempting to rush over and embrace the severed head. The police station was well-prepared; two detectives standing by swiftly intervened and held him back.

"Xiaojuan! Xiaojuan!" With his hands reaching out, Peng Zhou was stopped from touching the head as his cries pierced through his bones, unleashing all the repressed emotions.

He refused to accept the harsh reality.

"Officer, how could this happen? Just the other day, Ajuan bought me new clothes; she was very much alive then."

"Officer, it must be a mistake. My sister is just missing – she must have gone on a trip without telling us, being playful."

Having identified the victim through the video footage and the skull, Zhou Fengxu anticipated the family's emotional outburst.

"God, Little Juan was so obedient, don't take her away! Please!"

The facts were irreversible. Zhou Fengxu remained silent, allowing Peng Zhou to express his grief.

As Peng Zhou's emotions gradually subsided, he was helped away, still staring at the skull, trying to etch his loved one's final image into his heart.

In the end, Peng Zhou staggered down the corridor, his desolate expression meeting the elderly man. He composed himself to comfort his grandfather as they left the police station.

During this time, Ma Yu's family hurriedly arrived in another room. Soon, the room echoed with mournful cries, and a few family members, overcome with sorrow, were carried out unconscious.

Song Huan went to the morgue to complete the necessary procedures, holding a blue folder. Seeing Zhou Fengxu by the window, he approached him.

Together, they witnessed a young man supporting an elderly grandpa into a taxi.

"Sir Zhou, it's confirmed?"

As Zhou Fengxu watched the taxi disappear into the distance, he nodded. "Confirmed. The family members aren't emotionally stable. I plan to contact the community."

They would have the community keep a close eye on Peng Zhou and be ready to intervene at any sign of trouble.

Song Heng sighed.

"Honestly, how would we react if our own family member were lying on that bed?"

Song Heng had been a forensic pathologist for many years, and theoretically, her emotions should have been numb by now. Yet, every time she saw devastated families, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

No one could easily accept the loss of a loved one, especially if it was due to murder.

These victims should have had a brighter future, a better life. But all of that was cut short by the killer's blade.

After chatting with Zhou Fengxu for a while, Song Heng patted his shoulder and left.

"Erice!"

Shi Yubing approached with the Case D closure report, noticing Zhou Fengxu standing by the window. Her pace involuntarily quickened.

"Inspector Lu wants the report redone," she informed him.

Zhou Fengxu glanced at the report, his brow furrowing as he averted his gaze impatiently. "I won't. If he has an issue, let him come directly to me or redo it himself."

Shi Yubing smiled. "You know Inspector Lu is good friends with Uncle Qiao. Even if he wants to make things difficult for me, he wouldn't dare do the same to you."

Seeing Zhou Fengxu about to leave, she called out, "The Public Relations department is holding a press conference tomorrow regarding two cases. The journalists and citizens are very interested in the case details. Could you spare some time to attend?"

"I'm sorry, I have a lot on my plate. I won't be able to make it," Zhou Fengxu replied, his trench coat swishing past the white corridor wall as he departed, leaving Shi Yubing with a headache.

Was there anything about Group D's situation that she didn't understand?

Whenever a major case occurred in Hong Kong, the police force would typically hold a press conference upon its resolution. Other departments in the Serious Crime Unit eagerly vied for the chance to be in the spotlight.