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There was still no news; the police were currently on their way to the airport. They would apprehend Hua Rongxiao, but the officers mentioned that Hua had only purchased a ticket for himself and had not brought Ke Wenjie along, who remained missing.
Tong Le's gaze fell upon Lan Qingqing as he murmured, "I think the only person who knows Ke Wenjie's whereabouts is her. But how did she manage to bring that skull bracelet? Now she can't say anything at all."
Meanwhile, at the Scene of the Crime in the outskirts, dawn was breaking, and a layer of cold mist shrouded the deep blue sky.
Hou Yi stood high above on the bridge, watching the two concrete pillars below as they were being filled with concrete, the machinery rumbling loudly. Sun Hu approached, offering Hou Yi a cigarette and lighting it for him. He casually draped a coat over Hou Yi's shoulders and said, "Brother, everything is taken care of over there. No one saw anything they shouldn't have! Besides, it was dark at that time; they really couldn't see clearly."
Sun Hu glanced down again, feeling more confident. The area had been thoroughly filled; there was no sign of anything unusual. One Ke Wenjie and one Zong Caishan—those two scoundrels had protested when they were thrown in! But it took a lot of effort to deal with them. Now, they would obediently serve as bridge pillars—two pillars to keep each other company. And since this was a remote area, being a Scene of the Crime, no one would ever know!
Smoke curled around Hou Yi's fingers as he stood high above, gazing at the gradually clearing sky in the distance. It seemed that the tangled struggles he had endured for so long finally had a somewhat justified conclusion on this cool morning.
Years ago, Zong Caishan had hired a sand truck driver to kill his parents in a bid to seize resources from his father, nearly wiping out his entire family. Hou Yi was fortunate enough to survive, but over the years, he lived in bitterness and humiliation, feeling that life was worse than death. He had waited so long for this day of revenge.
Now that day had come; he should have felt satisfied. Yet things were not as he expected. He found himself confused about who he would live for in the days to come.
With no hope left in life and Zong Caishan dead—his nemesis gone—he felt life had lost its interest.
"Brother," Sun Hu whispered, "should we take care of Lan Qingqing too? She probably won't report us, right?"
Hou Yi opened his phone and saw a message from Wu Youyou. A cold smile crept across his face as he read: Lan Qingqing was dead.
Sun Hu was taken aback. "What? Dead? Wasn't she fine just a few hours ago? How could she suddenly die?"
Unable to suppress his laughter, Sun Hu thought it seemed like heaven was on their side; both Ke Wenjie and Zong Caishan deserved to die!
Hou Yi looked down at the stone pillar where Ke Wenjie lay buried. He casually tossed his cigarette butt into it and coldly remarked, "Killing one or two makes no difference; you were destined to die anyway. Whether you fall into the hands of the police or not, you're still dead. Better to die by my hand."
Tightening his coat around him, Hou Yi turned and said, "Let's go meet my wife."
Sun Hu followed closely behind, puzzled. "Brother, when did you get married? I didn't know about this!"
Hou Yi chuckled casually; even Tong Le didn't know.
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