"Ding dong—"
Caroline Edwin had just lain down when the doorbell of her apartment was pressed several times.
She lifted the gray quilt, her snow-white long legs stepping on the soft carpet, the delicate toes resembling exquisite jade carvings.
She put on her white slippers, opened the door, leaning against it with an air of laziness and nonchalance.
A policewoman in uniform stood at the door, holding her badge emotionlessly. "Miss Edwin, hello, I am a police officer. You are involved in a death incident and need to go to the police station for questioning immediately."
Caroline took the policewoman's badge and stroked it gently with her distinct knuckles.
After verifying its authenticity, she handed it back, "Alright, let's go."
Stella Hilda put her badge away, not expecting things to go this smoothly.
Rumors online had it that Caroline was a temperamental celebrity who loved to flaunt her status. Stella was prepared for difficulties, but unexpectedly, Caroline was very cooperative.
"Hold on a moment." Caroline walked back into the room.
Stella furrowed her eyebrows, her heart thudding. Would this woman change her mind and refuse to cooperate in the investigation?
Caroline grabbed the keys, cellphone, and earphones from the table and held them casually in her hand, closing the door behind her, "Let's go."
She completed the round trip in less than a minute, at a breakneck speed. Stella coughed softly, feeling a bit guilty for some inexplicable reason.
The police car was parked at the entrance of the Orangeheart Community. The honking sound had attracted quite a stir.
Neighboring residents gathered downstairs, taking out their phones and snapping photos when they saw Caroline escorted by the police.
"Isn't that girl a big celebrity? I think her name is Caroline?"
"Yeah, it's her. I wonder what crime she's committed to getting arrested."
"Is she wearing any makeup? She looks so different from her heavily made-up face on camera."
"Well, she looks pretty without makeup, and her skin is well-maintained."
...
The middle-aged women downstairs were engaged in a heated discussion.
Stella glanced at Caroline, only to find her demeanor calm from start to finish, as if the crowd's words weren't about her.
Caroline opened the car door, sat in the back seat, leaning against the cushion, and plugged the black earphone into her right ear.
Stella drove the police car, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the back. She had never seen a suspect as composed as Caroline in a police car.
After staring for a while, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you listening to?"
"Compendium of Materia Medica," Caroline replied, adjusting her earplug. The White Jade Bodhi bracelet on her wrist made her skin look delicate and soft.
Stella: ???
Why had she never heard of this song? When was it released?
Just then, the traffic light turned red. She stopped the car, took out her phone, opened Google, and searched the Compendium of Materia Medica.
Looking at the numerous search results, she saw no songs but only books.
So, Caroline was listening to a book on herbal medicine while in the police car?
This dark, mysterious celebrity had an oddly peculiar taste.
Honk, honk—
The red light turned green, and the vehicles behind beeped their horns.
Stella came to her senses, vowed to stop getting distracted so easily, and drove to the police station.
...
In the dean's office, the dim lights still sparkled.
The cold-toned lighting made the already solemn room appear even more desolate.
Blake Fuller held a black-bordered floral pen in his hand, writing down the treatment plan while slouched in his seat. The clear and vigorous handwriting indicated a sharp spirit within the lines.
Humm—-
The phone vibrated, he put down his pen, slid his finger across the screen, and answered the call.
Before he could speak, a hoarse, rugged voice came through, "Blake, the brotherhood needs your help. Come to the station quickly, today's forensic pathologist is on vacation."