"Brother Yan, do you have any ideas about this dismemberment case?" Zhao Jiwei, sitting in the front passenger seat, asked.
"No. It's just that when I was making inquiries last month, I ran into someone who used to work under the victim. So I thought I'd take some time to visit him and see if I could uncover any new leads."
"You seemed to say something similar last time, and then you solved the case."
Wang Yan shook his head with a laugh. "It's been thirteen years. I've gone through the case files more times than I can count. How could it be that easy to solve? Didn't the last case take more than a month of on-and-off work? And that was because we got lucky. Their methods weren't particularly sophisticated either; Zhao Changyi just drew everyone's attention. This case is different. There's nothing at all, and the killer was pretty brazen. It won't be easy to crack."
The two chatted idly as they headed straight to the home of Yan Fulin's wife, Liu Mei. Liu Mei was certainly not short of money. She lived in a seaside vacation villa, with beautiful scenery and even better living conditions.
A gangster's wife was quite good-looking too. Liu Mei had gotten together with Yan Fulin when she was twenty and later became pregnant with two children. She had barely enjoyed a few good years before Yan Fulin was sentenced to more than ten years in prison. After he got out, he spent another three-plus years making trouble. Just when it looked like he was about to become rich and powerful, Yan Fulin was killed. Liu Mei had been thirty-six then. Thirteen years had passed, and now, at forty-nine and nearly fifty, Liu Mei still had quite a bit of charm thanks to