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Chapter Six
“W-what did you say?!” Li Guofu suddenly lifted his head, his murky eyes filled with shock and fear, as if he couldn't believe his ears. Sweat rolled down his wrinkled forehead, reflecting an unsettling light under the harsh fluorescent bulbs of the interrogation room.
Zhao Yang's tone was heavy as he repeated slowly, “You killed your father.” Those few short words struck Li Guofu's heart like a hammer, nearly taking his breath away.
The interrogation room fell into a dead silence, the only sound being the ticking of an old clock on the wall, echoing like the footsteps of death drawing closer. Each tick reverberated through Li Guofu’s nerves, sending waves of dizziness through him. He clutched his chest, feeling as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart, nearly suffocating him. He opened his mouth but could not produce any sound; only a dry rasping came from his throat.
“It can’t be… it can’t be…” he murmured to himself, his gaze vacant as if he had lost his soul. The images from seven years ago resurfaced in his mind—the rainy night, the blurred figure obscured by rain... Could it really have been his father? That indistinct face washed by the rain now appeared vividly in front of him, bringing with it a chilling sense of familiarity.
“This is the DNA comparison result.” Zhao Yang tossed a report onto the table in front of Li Guofu. The cold paper touched his fingertips like a chill of death. “The DNA of the Hunchbacked Old Man matches yours closely; he is your biological father.” Each word on that report burned into Li Guofu’s mind like a branding iron.
Trembling, Li Guofu picked up the report, scanning the text and data. Each word felt like a sharp knife stabbing deep into his heart. He could not accept this reality yet had to acknowledge that it was true. The data on the report formed a dense web that ensnared him tightly, leaving him no escape.
He had killed his own father...
This thought struck him like lightning, shattering his last defenses. He clutched his head in agony and let out a heart-wrenching wail: “Ah—” The cry was filled with despair and regret, echoing through the empty interrogation room long after it had been uttered.
The door to the interrogation room swung open, and a forensic doctor in a white coat entered, holding a file bag. “Officer Zhao, the autopsy report is ready.” The doctor’s voice was low and calm, starkly contrasting with Li Guofu’s current emotional state.
Zhao Yang took the file bag and glanced inside; his expression grew even more serious. “The deceased has multiple old fractures consistent with the traffic accident from seven years ago.” He raised his head, fixing Li Guofu with a piercing gaze as if trying to see through to the deepest secrets of his heart.
“And,” the forensic doctor paused, lowering his tone, “we found some undigested food remnants in the deceased's stomach, including… some components of sleeping pills.” This statement detonated in Li Guofu’s mind like a bomb, further complicating his already chaotic thoughts.
“Sleeping pills?” Zhao Yang furrowed his brow. “So, he… he committed suicide?” His tone carried a hint of confusion and shock.
The coroner nodded. “It’s very likely. The deceased suffered from severe depression and had been taking sleeping pills for a long time. We speculate that he may have deliberately gone to the location and waited to be hit…” The coroner’s calm demeanor sent chills down Li Guofu’s spine.
Li Guofu's body trembled violently as he lifted his head, his eyes filled with disbelief, pain, and despair. His father… was not killed by him; he had taken his own life. This reality was more brutal and harder to accept than if he had actually struck his father down himself.
He chose this way to end his life, thereby also ending his resentment towards his son…
“No… no…” Li Guofu’s throat emitted a hoarse sound, like a wounded beast howling in despair. He felt as if his world was collapsing, everything slipping away from him.
Suddenly, the fluorescent light in the interrogation room exploded, glass shards scattering across the floor with a piercing sound. In the flickering light, Li Guofu saw a blurry figure appear on the wall—a Hunchbacked Old Man—reaching out towards him… This unexpected turn of events filled Li Guofu with even more terror; he could hardly distinguish whether this was reality or an illusion.
“Dad…” Li Guofu trembled as he reached out, trying to grasp the figure but found nothing. His hand flailed helplessly in the air, like a drowning man struggling for breath.
“Dad… I was wrong… I was wrong…” He collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, regret flooding out like a burst dam. He repeated “I was wrong” over and over again, yet it could not amend the mistakes he had made.
“Dad… forgive me…” His voice was hoarse and weak, filled with despair and pleading.
The interrogation room fell into silence, only Li Guofu’s cries echoed in the empty space, like a mournful elegy telling of a man’s endless regret and despair…
“Li Guofu,” Zhao Yang’s voice broke the silence. “Do you have anything else to say?” Zhao Yang’s tone was calm yet authoritative, pulling Li Guofu back slightly from the edge of collapse.
Li Guofu raised his head, his eyes hollow as if all hope had been lost. “I… I plead guilty…” His voice was deep and feeble, like a sound echoing from the depths of hell.
Zhao Yang nodded, picked up the pen, and signed his name on the document.
"Li Guofu, you are under arrest."
Li Guofu closed his eyes, allowing the cold handcuffs to clasp around his wrists. He knew that what awaited him would be the harsh punishment of the law, along with… endless remorse and torment…
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