The three of us exchanged looks. It seemed that I’d stumbled upon a gold mine here. 

“Does Xu Xiaohui’s death have anything to do with plastic surgery?” asked Wu Li in confusion. “But she’s such a natural beauty! Someone like her wouldn’t need plastic surgery, would she?”

“What’s the name of the plastic surgeon?” I asked.

“His name is Kong Hui,” Wu Li replied. “We met him at the reunion party. When we learned that he’s now a plastic surgeon with his own practice—lots of people were excited and wanted to get their face done with him. Actually, he gave me his business card too. Hold on, I’ll get it for you.”

Wu Li fumbled in her purse for the card and handed it to us. The card read “Aili Plastic Surgery—Dr. Kong Hui.” I recalled that the name of the clinic was one of the five clinics on Xiaotao’s list. This made Kong Hui much more suspicious now.

On one hand, I was excited to find a clue that led to the suspect so quickly,...