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The man across from him froze for a moment, slowly removing his mask to reveal a twisted face. "We've only met once; how could you think it was me?"
Unknown Truth wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I initially thought it was Officer Jiang, as only he had the opportunity to disguise a murder as a suicide. But when I accessed the police network, I discovered that all seventeen victims had tattooed numbers on the back of their necks, none of which were noted as suspicious. Thus, I deduced there was only one possibility: it was the work of the coroner. And you, Doctor Zhao, are the head coroner for these cases. Am I right?"
Doctor Zhao smiled ominously, his grip on the knife handle producing a series of cracking sounds.
Unknown Truth timidly pointed at the photo on the wall. "You killed Officer Jiang because he discovered those numbers hidden in the hair, didn't you? Then you tricked me into being your scapegoat."
"Well, well said. Who else knows about this?" Doctor Zhao's cold smile concealed a hint of fear, which bolstered Unknown Truth's courage.
"Only I knew before, but that's no longer the case." Unknown Truth said as he pulled a miniature camera from his pocket. "I found this at an electronics market. I'm currently live-streaming this for you; can you guess how many viewers there will be? Perhaps your wife and son are watching too. A noble coroner turned into a psychopathic killer will surely become an internet sensation; tomorrow you'll be the headline news on major websites and newspapers!"
Unknown Truth glanced at his watch and calmly stated, "I think the police will arrive soon. Do you want to use this time to kill me?"
Doctor Zhao's smile froze inch by inch on his face; all his pride had transformed into panic and despair at that moment. Suddenly, he frantically dropped the scythe he held and began to tear at his own hair. Then he pulled out a stolen phone from the evidence room and threw it at Unknown Truth, saying, "Take it! Your Li An!" He then crashed through the sixth-floor window and jumped.
A murderer who had fabricated seventeen suicide cases—a coroner who was supposed to determine causes of death and bring peace to the deceased—had become a demon of murder.
Realizing he could not escape justice, Doctor Zhao finally succumbed to despair and committed suicide.
Unknown Truth heard a dull thud and then collapsed onto the ground.
He tossed aside the MP3 microphone he had pretended was a miniature camera and suddenly buried his face in his hands, crying uncontrollably.
Fear, sadness, and relief intertwined within him, leaving him unable to discern the taste of his own tears.
He had booked a train ticket back home.
This place had only brought him sorrow; all he wanted was to take Li An's ashes with him. The newspapers had extensively reported on Doctor Zhao's forgery of 17 Suicide cases.
It turned out that a few months ago, an overseas pharmaceutical company was in the process of developing a new anti-cancer New Drug, which required human trials. A friend of Doctor Zhao abroad had asked him to find volunteers for secret clinical experiments in the country, offering a substantial payment of 100,000 yuan per person.
Of course, Doctor Zhao profited even more from this arrangement.
Thus, Doctor Zhao began searching for suitable Cancer Patients. Most of these patients believed their time was limited and thought it better to become test subjects; the 100,000 yuan might change their family's lives.
Soon, 17 Cancer Patients agreed to undergo the treatment.
To facilitate identification, Doctor Zhao tattooed small numbers on the napes of the participating Cancer Patients, marking them as subjects.
Li An was one of these test subjects, and her number was 12.
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