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Although Mo Kai Liang had not been in contact with Ke Wenjie for some time, he had been quietly observing him. He knew that Ke Wenjie had opened a business, was aware of its location, and even knew its name.
If this business involved the buying and selling of both living people and corpses, then things would become complicated. He thought again of the deceased Ge Miao and the gruesome manner in which Ge Miao had been dismembered, and a wave of fear washed over him. He never expected Ke Wenjie to be so ruthless.
Meanwhile, at Wan Zhang's villa, Lan Qingqing had managed to sneak into the estate. She had obtained the address through a private investigator, including the house number.
She found herself at the entrance of an extravagant villa, grand and imposing. Through the iron gate and fence, she could see a large outdoor swimming pool. The yard was empty, and the villa's front door stood wide open.
Lan Qingqing wanted to slip inside but was unsure if Hua Rongxiao was home. She needed to think of a suitable way to get in. As she pondered, a figure emerged from a small path in the backyard—a cleaning staff member, likely from the community's property management. The staff member carried a large woven bag filled with fallen leaves, probably sent to clear debris from the front and back yards.
The cleaning staff opened the iron gate to head towards a nearby trash station to dispose of the garbage, deliberately leaving the gate ajar since she would return shortly to continue her work.
Taking advantage of the open gate, Lan Qingqing hurriedly slipped inside after the cleaning staff walked away. It was perfect timing!
Once inside the yard, she headed straight for the villa's entrance. The door was wide open, and the house was eerily quiet. She tiptoed in, initially feeling nervous, but relaxed upon realizing there was no one home.
However, she noticed that there were cameras everywhere in the house, which struck her as odd. Summoning her courage, she called out, "Is Mr. Wan here? Hello? Is anyone there?"
The spacious hall echoed her voice with no response as she began to wander around the house in search of someone. The entire first floor was devoid of life.
As she grew more comfortable moving about, she took the elevator up to the second floor. When the elevator doors opened, she found herself in a corridor flanked by several rooms.
Trusting her instincts, she walked further down until she came across an open bedroom door. Tentatively, she called out again, "Mr. Wan?"
At that moment, Lan Qingqing had already envisioned how she would confront Wan Zhang about Hua Rongxiao—the despicable person! She had concocted an exaggerated tale about Hua Rongxiao keeping a young lover on the side and was ready to express it all!
She entered the bedroom and noticed an old man sitting in a rattan chair by the window.
Suddenly, she felt a surge of excitement and cleared her throat. "Hello, are you Mr. Wan?"
Mr. Wan did not respond; he remained motionless.
Lan Qingqing found it strange and cautiously walked around to the side of the rattan chair, smiling as she said, "Mr. Wan, hello! I’m Lan Qingqing. I apologize for entering your home without permission. I came here today to—"
When Lan Qingqing saw Wan Zhang's face, she froze. His head was tilted to one side, and his eyes were wide open, giving him the appearance of having been dead for quite some time.
Startled, Lan Qingqing stumbled backward and fell onto the floor, her bag dropping beside her and its contents scattering everywhere.
She thought she must have seen it wrong and rubbed her eyes vigorously. Although she was blind in one eye, it shouldn't be severe enough to cause hallucinations.
Looking back at Wan Zhang, she realized that his wide-open eyes were devoid of life; he was truly dead!
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