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Chen Dayong could hardly believe this was reality. He kept appealing, but no lawyer was willing to take their case. Even the Mastermind could brazenly lead people into the Chen Family's home. The neighbors seemed deaf and blind, seeing and hearing nothing at all.
Tang Huanyan proudly pulled out her phone, as if showcasing a trivial item. The parents of the Chen Family were pinned to the ground by bodyguards, helplessly watching the video of Chen Jiang. First, he was stripped of his clothes, and then someone pressed a burning cigarette directly onto his skin. The subsequent content made the parents' breaths hitch; every detail in the video felt like a sharp blade, cutting deeper into their hearts.
Tang Huanyan seemed intent on ensuring they could fully appreciate Chen Jiang's agonizing screams, turning the volume up to the maximum. Chen Jiang initially questioned who these people were, then begged for mercy, and eventually fell silent, reduced to whimpers.
Xiao Bai stood up from his chair, dusted off his pants, and looked down at the two crumpled figures on the floor with disdainful eyes. "They're just a bunch of ants. We can play with your son as we please; we can kill him if we want."
"You had a chance to settle this peacefully, yet you dare to continue appealing? You must be seeking death."
Chen Dayong felt as if something had lodged in his throat; he wanted to shout but couldn't produce any sound. Mother Chen fainted from crying multiple times.
Just when one wave of despair had not yet receded, another struck. Chen Dayong suddenly received a notification from the factory stating that Mother Chen had suffered an accident due to excessive grief and had tragically gotten her arm caught in operating machinery. She bled out and died.
Upon hearing this news, Chen Dayong spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. After being revived by neighbors from Heping Road, he sat by the roadside each day like a lost soul, speaking not a word.
The police investigated Mother Chen's case but found no evidence of foul play; it was ultimately closed as an accident. Accident—what an ironic term.
Every day brought fresh events, yet Chen Jiang's situation stirred no ripples at all.
In just a few short weeks, Chen Dayong lost all his family. His life plummeted from heaven straight into hell. He wanted revenge, but what could he possibly do on his own? Chen Dayong could only resign himself to fate. He cursed the heavens for being blind, lamented the lack of a righteous judge in this world, and regretted that day when he hadn’t kept his son at home, allowing him to climb that mountain instead.
But time does not flow backward. Chen Dayong blamed all of this on himself. He went to the western mountain where his son had last climbed, sitting from sunrise to sunset. Finding a sturdy tree, he planned to hang himself. Just as the noose was about to tighten around his neck, someone stopped him and pointed him towards a shop.
For the first time, Chen Dayong learned about online shopping and ordered a type of incense from the store. On October 14th, two gifts arrived on time.
In the early morning, outside the city police station, an old man holding various pieces of cardboard was preparing to rummage through a large box next to a trash can. Suddenly, a bloody, round human head rolled out. Startled, the old man dropped the cardboard he was holding and fell to the ground in shock.
The mastermind behind the Chen Jiang incident, Xiao Bai, had been brutally decapitated and stuffed into a cardboard box, discarded at the police station entrance. Forensic experts determined from the wounds that Xiao Bai had likely been alive when his head was severed. The brutality of the act was shocking.
The remaining parts of Xiao Bai's body were nowhere to be found. The exposed head was covered in scars, each one telling a story of pain and suffering. On this small head lay the echoes of everything Chen Jiang had endured. Such hatred must have been immense.
Without a doubt, the only connection to Xiao Bai recently was with the the Chen Family. The police immediately launched an investigation into Chen Dayong. Road surveillance and witness testimonies all proved that Chen Dayong had only opened the door to collect a package on October 13, and after that, he had not left his room until the police knocked on his door.
Following the lead of the package, the police found me. I listened as Wang Jun briefly explained the situation, maintaining a composed posture and showing no signs of fear.
"So, are you two police officers suspecting that I killed someone?"
Wang Jun, still young, couldn't control his expression immediately and hurriedly explained, "No, no, no! We're just conducting a routine investigation. Do you know Chen Dayong?"
I poured myself a cup of tea. "Of course I remember; it was quite a sensational incident back then."
"Then Miss Feng," Qin Shao suddenly leaned forward, placing both hands on the counter and closing in on me to less than ten centimeters away, gazing intently into my eyes.
I could clearly hear Wang Jun's pen scratching against the paper, but I merely smiled lightly. "Officer Qin, this sounds like coercion; if I may say so, that's illegal."
I traced my fingers along the rim of the cup, completely unfazed by Qin Shao's imposing demeanor. In Wang Jun's eyes, our standoff was evenly matched.
"Miss Feng, if you have any thoughts on this matter, please feel free to contact the police. Some things ultimately need to be handled justly."
I nodded, appearing like a model citizen.
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