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Fang Zigui finally extinguished all the incense burners and rushed to Lin Mingchang's side. He took out a small porcelain vial from his pocket, poured out a brown pill, and placed it in Lin Mingchang's mouth while pressing on several acupoints on his body.
Lin Mingchang's breathing gradually stabilized. The first thing he saw upon waking was Shen Tong and Mo Wen grappling with each other. His right hand instinctively reached for the holster at his waist, only to find it empty.
"Shen Tong!"
Ignoring his incomplete recovery, Lin Mingchang lunged towards the two.
Mo Wen suddenly released one hand and pulled a dagger from his pocket. Lin Mingchang reacted quickly, grabbing Mo Wen's wrist with one hand while using the other to pinch his elbow joint. However, Mo Wen was more agile than anticipated; he swiftly adjusted his position, turning the dagger towards Lin Mingchang's throat.
With no way to evade, Lin Mingchang braced himself and blocked the attack with his left shoulder. The sharp dagger pierced into his shoulder, instantly soaking his suit jacket with blood. He let out a muffled groan but seized the opportunity to tightly embrace Mo Wen. Seeing this, Fang Zigui rushed over to help restrain Mo Wen.
Shen Tong turned and dashed towards the Emperor's Konghou. She grabbed a nearby wooden stool and swung it with all her might at Konghou.
"No!" Mo Wen screamed hoarsely, struggling even more violently.
The heavy wooden stool struck the ancient Emperor's Konghou with a deafening crack, snapping the strings and splitting the instrument in two.
Mo Wen, who had been thrashing about, suddenly fell still, staring blankly at the destroyed Konghou as if trapped in a strange calm.
When the police arrived and took Mo Wen from Lin Mingchang's grasp, he turned to Shen Tong and offered a faint smile.
"You are more special than you think. 'Rocca' has awakened; we will meet again."
"Take him away," Lin Mingchang instructed the officers before turning to Shen Tong. "Are you alright?"
Shen Tong pressed tightly on Lin Mingchang's shoulder wound. "Are you asking me? You're the one who's hurt the most."
At that moment, a large number of police officers arrived. With the ancient instrument shattered by Shen Tong, most of the audience began to awaken from their hypnotic state, looking bewildered and having no recollection of what they had just experienced.
Lin Mingchang was taken to the hospital while he arranged for Xiaoshuang to accompany several trusted colleagues to Mo Wen's home immediately.
After searching, they made a significant discovery in the basement—walls covered with dense blueprints and notes detailing a project called "Mind Control Project."
These plans clearly documented Mo Wen's "experiments" on the Three Antique Dealers—these three individuals had died not only for obtaining fragments of Konghou but also as subjects in Mo Wen's research on "the resonance between human bodies and sound."
Even more chilling was that on one side of the room stood four large glass jars containing human specimens in various stages of decay. The chests of these bodies had been opened, revealing organs that had been specially treated.
Xiaoshuang ran outside twice for fresh air before finally completing the photographic documentation of this eerie basement.
Two days later, Lin Mingchang wrote a detailed report outlining all the case details and submitted it through the proper channels. However, a week passed, and he found that the report was being obstructed at every level, unable to reach higher authorities.
The patrol captain, Old Jiang, invited him for tea and subtly advised him, "Lin Mingchang, this case involves some complicated figures. It’s said that many prominent individuals were present at the concert. Who would want their past indiscretions exposed? We should focus on the investigation, but some things are better left unsaid."
Lin Mingchang understood that Old Jiang meant well, but he was growing weary of this frustrating situation.
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