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I dialed Zhao Jian's number, asking him to help me investigate the real estate owned by Chen Guoping and his family. I promised that this would be the last time I asked him for such a favor. Despite his reluctance, he eventually agreed.
Before long, he found that Chen Guoping's wife owned a ground-floor villa located in the suburbs. After receiving the address, I drove there alone. The overgrown yard and dark windows indicated that the place was currently uninhabited. I took out the key I had found on Chen Guoping and tried it several times before finally managing to unlock the door.
A cloud of dust and mildew hit me as I stepped inside, confirming my suspicion that this house had indeed been vacant for a long time. I turned on my flashlight and fumbled around until I located the circuit breaker. To avoid raising suspicion from the neighbors, I only turned on one light in the dining room. In the dim glow, I quickly surveyed the space; it was a villa of about two hundred square meters, complete with a basement.
My instincts told me that there must be crucial evidence hidden here. Otherwise, Chen Guoping wouldn’t carry around the key to this long-abandoned house.
I let out a long breath and pushed open the door leading to the basement. The sight before me hit like a hammer, leaving me dizzy and nearly unable to stand.
In stark contrast to the dusty rooms above, this space was surprisingly clean. A large flat-screen television sat against one wall, while a comfortable single sofa faced it, dust-free. What truly sent chills down my spine was the corkboard that covered an entire wall. Countless photographs were pinned to it, each one a nightmare, a fragment of destroyed youth. The tear-streaked faces of young girls were filled with fear and despair.
I fought to suppress my rising nausea as I approached the television and plugged in the USB drive connected to its box. The images flickered to life, revealing Chen Guoping’s true face beneath his hypocritical mask. My hands trembled uncontrollably as tears blurred my vision.
"Beast!" I hissed through clenched teeth, feeling my heart consumed entirely by anger and sorrow. This monster had not only committed heinous crimes but also cherished them as trophies to satisfy his twisted desires.
In the bookcase beneath the corkboard were nauseating yellow books and videotapes crammed inside, but one small iron box at the back caught my attention.
I took a moment to compose myself, holding my breath as I slowly opened the small box. A flash of pink instantly assaulted my eyes—a delicate hairpin, pink in color. This was the crucial piece of evidence that had vanished from the crime scene where Xiao Yu had been victimized, now lying quietly in my palm.
"This scoundrel!" My legs could no longer support me; I collapsed onto the cold floor, sobbing uncontrollably for those innocent children who had suffered, for Lin Xiaoyu and Wu Zheng who had died unjustly, and for my own futile life.
In the dilapidated garage, Chen Guoping continued to ramble on, trying to justify himself. An overwhelming rage surged within me as I coldly interrupted him: "Chen Guoping, do you dare say you have never unlawfully harmed your students?"
The beast before me straightened his chest defiantly. "No! Never! I swear! This is all slander!"
"Oh? Is that so? Then how do you explain these 'collections' of yours?" I scoffed coldly and slammed a stack of photographs down onto his face.
Chen Guoping was taken aback and looked down. The moment he saw the content of the photo, it was as if he had been struck by lightning, and his entire body began to tremble violently.
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