“How was she poisoned?” I asked.

Bingxin pointed to the victim’s leg and replied, “There is a puncture wound here. The poison was probably injected there with a needle. Could it be suicide?”

I shook my head.

“Don’t rush to that conclusion,” I warned her. “The worst thing to do in an autopsy is to make up your mind before seeing all of the evidence first.”

Bingxin stared at me and laughed. I asked her what was so funny, and she answered, “You’ve changed, Song Yang-gege. You sound so mature now! Not that I’m surprised though. I knew you’d turn out to be an amazing person in the future when I heard how passionate you were when you told me all the stories about your ancestor Song Ci.”

“You’re overpraising me,” I said. “I just happened to learn more things in the past few years.”

“What should we do now?” asked Bingxin....