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In the dead of night, well past midnight, the Yongshun Embroidery Studio stood with its doors and windows tightly shut, the street outside deserted.
Lin Mingchang quietly asked Shen Tong, "How is it?"
"Yes, this is the place. The aura of death and malice is very strong. But..." Shen Tong hesitated, "There’s no sign of life; it seems empty inside..."
"Let’s go in and take a look." Lin Mingchang gestured for Shen Tong and Ruan Xiaoshuang to follow him.
He skillfully picked the lock on the back door, flashlight in hand, and the three of them silently slipped into the embroidery studio.
The Yongshun Embroidery Studio was tastefully decorated, with various embroidered items displayed on the counter and sewing tools neatly arranged in the drawers. Lin Mingchang took a needle from one of the drawers and, under the beam of his flashlight, noticed it bore the same small inscription as the studio's name. It was indeed the right place.
Since entering the studio, Shen Tong had felt a slight warmth in her right eye; the atmosphere was thick with malice! In the dim light, she saw strands of bright red malevolence seeping through the cracks in the floorboards.
"Over here," Shen Tong pointed to a corner cabinet. "The malice is seeping out from below."
Lin Mingchang approached to inspect the cabinet and found something amiss—he pushed it aside with force, revealing a narrow staircase leading downwards.
The three descended the stairs into a basement. Lin Mingchang struck a match and lit an oil lamp on the wall. In an instant, the full view of the basement unfolded before them.
At first glance, it appeared to be a workspace, with shelves holding various silks and spools of thread, a table cluttered with sewing tools, and several pairs of unfinished embroidered shoes. However, in a corner cabinet were several bottles of medical anesthetics. The walls were plastered with photographs—ten pictures of young girls, three of which had been marked with red crosses.
The three immediately recognized them as the three victims who had already met their tragic fate. Lin Mingchang examined each photo on the wall when suddenly his heart tightened; two photos had been circled in red—one was Wang Yaoqin, who had just escaped danger, and the other was shockingly his cousin Chu Lin!
Just as Lin Mingchang was about to share this startling discovery with Shen Tong and Ruan Xiaoshuang, they suddenly heard a door opening upstairs.
Lin Mingchang quickly extinguished the oil lamp, and they concealed themselves in the darkness, holding their breath in anticipation.
The footsteps grew closer; it was clear that two people were approaching.
At that moment, a young woman said, "The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I never expected that girl from the Wang family would have police protection, which prevented me from succeeding."
A middle-aged woman's voice responded, "It’s no matter; we have plenty of time. We’ve waited thirty years, so a few more days won’t make a difference. Besides, we’ve already found our next target."
Suddenly, the conversation stopped abruptly; they must have noticed that the wardrobe had been moved!
Immediately, a light flickered upstairs, and footsteps could be heard as the two of them slowly made their way to the basement.
As they descended the stairs and just came to a halt, Lin Mingchang suddenly stood up, gun in hand, and shouted, "Police! Don’t move!"
The unexpected shout startled the two women.
With the help of the oil lamp in their hands, Shen Tong and the others could clearly see their faces—the middle-aged woman appeared to be in her early fifties, her face weathered and resolute; the young girl was in her twenties, with an air of determination about her. She was dressed in dark clothing, likely the intruder who had broken into the Wang family home.
"You are Chen Yuehua's sister?" Lin Mingchang stepped forward.
The middle-aged woman paused for a moment, then sneered coldly. "That’s right; it seems you all know. I am Chen Yuehua's sister, Chen Yuejun. It’s been thirty years... My sister and Xiang Lan’s restless souls still come to me in dreams, crying out for justice. Those ten wealthy scoundrels conspired to bully my sister and drove Xiang Lan to her death, as well as my sister. Blood debts must be repaid with blood!"
Unable to hold back any longer, Ruan Xiaoshuang retorted, "The ones who wronged you were those old families; what do these young girls have to do with it? And why did you cruelly sew their eyes and mouths shut?"
"What do you know? It was they who silenced Xiang Lan, preventing her from defending herself; they closed her eyes so she couldn’t see a way out!" Chen Yuejun said through gritted teeth. "I want their daughters to experience the same pain! I want them to wear my sister's favorite embroidered shoes to their deaths!"
"Enough!" Lin Mingchang interrupted Chen Yuejun sharply. "You and your daughter are suspected of murdering three young girls. You are under arrest."
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