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Zhao Mingkun remained silent at that moment, and we looked into each other's eyes, both sensing a strange emotion rising within us. I slowly shifted my body, my hand unconsciously resting on Zhao Mingkun's abdomen. Gently touching, I felt a scar running horizontally across Zhao Mingkun's belly, longer than the one I had seen earlier.
If I hadn't seen this scar with my own eyes and felt it with my own hands, I would never have believed that such ugliness and beauty could coexist in one person. I lightly traced every scar on Zhao Mingkun's body, imagining how each one had come to be.
Zhao Mingkun lay there quietly, neither stopping me nor saying a word.
One scar extended straight to Zhao Mingkun's chest, and my hand followed the scar upwards. A wave of sorrow surged from the depths of my heart; these scars were both new and old, revealing that many had existed since her youth. A girl, a beautiful girl, had not grown up sheltered but had instead matured through blood and pain.
"What happened to these?" I slowly asked.
Zhao Mingkun paused for a moment, then reached out to touch my face, her expression filled with a profound sense of weariness. "Every scar tells a story. If you have the chance in the future, I can share them with you slowly."
Her tone was incredibly gentle.
The feelings I had suppressed burst forth in an instant as I pressed my lips against Zhao Mingkun's.
In that moment, we were two lonely souls.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still.
It began with a kiss and ended with a kiss.
I dared not apply too much pressure, fearing that I might hurt Zhao Mingkun and cause her wounds to reopen. When we finally parted, I knew that perhaps I would never have another opportunity like this in my life. So when Zhao Mingkun began to share her stories with me slowly afterward, I understood that such a chance might be hard to come by again.
Life is short; no one knows whether misfortune or destiny will arrive first. Humanity has always been fragile; life is easily lost in this merciless world.
We both lay back down on the bed, yet we didn't look at each other.
Silence followed silence.
At that moment, Zhao Mingkun said, "You made a call outside just now. If you don't hurry back, someone will get suspicious. I'm not worried about you; I just fear you'll drag me down with you."
I nodded seriously and replied to Zhao Mingkun, "Then take good care of yourself. You can't let those wounds stay like this."
Zhao Mingkun gritted his teeth and stood up, gently patting his wounds. "I'll manage the rest myself, so you don't need to worry about it. If I can't handle such injuries, then I deserve to die. By the way, friend, does my sister have a nice figure? Interested?"
With that, Zhao Mingkun shot me a flirtatious glance.
I thought to myself that truly strong people never seem to view their flaws as flaws.
When we left the hotel, the hotel boss still had that lecherous look in his eyes. "The soundproofing here is terrible, heh heh. But my brother, it's only been a short while; you can't keep this up. I advise you to replenish your energy; don't be a quick shooter..."
I was speechless but then thought about the bloodstains and sweat on the sheets. If the boss saw those, he would surely imagine some inappropriate scenes.
I took a taxi back to the phone manufacturing plant.
In the car, I finally looked at my ankle; it was slightly red and swollen. It didn't hurt unless I put pressure on it. Compared to Zhao Mingkun's injuries, mine felt almost trivial. Thankfully, as long as I didn't run, it wouldn't affect my walking—considering my luck, that was a small blessing.
When I returned to the phone manufacturing plant, the entire factory was already closed. The workers were gathered outside in an open area, listening to Director Liao talk about safety and confidentiality. After all, these hundred workers had experienced the incident with Blood Mist; it was likely no one would dare approach that Divider again.
Seeing that I was fine, Gu Chen and Guan Zengbin couldn't hide their excitement. Gu Chen asked, "Did you see the Murderer?"
I finally revealed how Zhao Mingkun became the Murderer and how we outsmarted each other in the sewers. Of course, I replaced the protagonists of this story with myself and omitted some of the most crucial parts that followed.
Gu Chen scratched his head and said, "Damn it, if only I had seen it back then, I would have definitely caught that bastard."
Guan Zengbin spoke up, "The Murderer is really too cunning. By the way, Wu Meng, come over and take a look. The Murderer has already left those writings on the wall. What happened to your foot?"
Compared to Gu Chen, Guan Zengbin was much more attentive.
I sighed and replied, "I slipped in the sewer and twisted my ankle."
Upon hearing this, Guan Zengbin immediately squatted down to examine my ankle. She touched and squeezed my foot before letting out a sigh of relief. "It's not broken; just a twist. Once we get back to the City Bureau, I'll spray some medicine on it, and it will feel much better."
Even so, Guan Zengbin still supported me as we moved forward. Suddenly, I recalled the time when we had just solved a case with Guan Zengbin. We couldn't stand each other at first, but unknowingly, the three of us seemed to have truly grown into a family. Yet, as this feeling arose in my heart, I felt increasingly guilty towards Guan Zengbin.
The enmity between Guan Zengbin and Zhao Mingkun could only end in life or death.
Lost in thought, I realized we had already arrived at the workshop.
Inside the workshop, many police officers were busy investigating the surrounding traces, seemingly determined to search every corner of the place. I understood that the Murderer would never leave behind any evidence. And the English letters formed from bodily fluids in the first case could no longer definitively prove anything about the Murderer.
Guan Zengbin pointed at a wall and said, "Look over there; the English letters are written on that wall."
From a distance, I could indeed see white markings emerging on the pale red wall, but it was hard to discern what exactly was written.
Guan Zengbin continued, "When the Divider is working, the temperature inside is very high. Under such high temperatures, it creates that peculiar phenomenon. When the hotter Blood Mist touches the cooler wall, it liquefies into droplets of blood that cling to the surface. It was at this moment that someone saw the letters slowly appearing on the wall."
I understand this principle. Previously, I investigated a case where a husband tried to drive his wife insane to seize her wealth. He often created some "supernatural" phenomena. For instance, he would write terrifying words in wax on a mirror, which were invisible at ordinary times. However, when his wife took a hot shower, the liquefied water droplets would cover the mirror's surface. The wax was very smooth, preventing the droplets from sticking, thus forming the engraved letters.
It seems that the Murderer did something similar on the wall.
Guan Zengbin looked at the wall and continued, "It's been over two hours now, and the writing on the wall is quite faint. However, we took pictures and translated it."
"Is it still an incoherent sentence?" I asked.
Guan Zengbin nodded, pondering for a moment before speaking. "By my blood, by my name, the evil hidden in the ancient deep night will never be concealed by time. Those whom others call the true form, I call justice. The judgment is about to end; rebirth is coming—a new life."
I waved my hand, still unable to comprehend the meaning behind Murderer's letters or what these words were truly about. It remained enigmatic and bizarre, leaving me puzzled.
However, I increasingly felt that Gu Chen was right before; these words seemed like some religious language or perhaps a spell of sealing. By now, I could almost conclude that this sentence was definitely not meant for the police; Murderer's intention was not to provoke law enforcement.
He must have left it for someone who could understand its meaning.
I walked up to Divider and took a look. At this moment, Divider had stopped working; the large blade was halted in front of us, and I could even feel the cold gleam of its sharp edge. Many blades had been stained bright red, with blood still dripping down intermittently.
Upon closer inspection, I could see some pieces of human flesh that hadn’t been completely shredded on the machine's arms. This was the only trace left of Old Wang in this world. Along with Old Wang's clothes, body, and flesh, he had vanished from existence.
"Old Wang is dead," I said. "Do you know?"
The two nodded. Gu Chen replied, "Yes, someone saw Old Wang walking over here, and in the next moment, he ended up like that..."
"What about the others?" I asked again.
When I entered, Liu's group had already disappeared, and I had no idea where they had gone.
"Liu?" Guan Zengbin glanced at me and said, "If you're asking about him, he's currently leading a large team to search the sewers. I heard you escaped from the sewers, so Liu didn't say a word before diving in with his people. We have no idea what the situation is like down there since there's no signal."
"But now that we're here," Guan Zengbin continued, "you definitely smell like the sewers. You should go wash up and grab a bite to eat. We'll wait for news from Liu and the others. However, since you couldn't catch the murderer, I doubt Liu and his team will find anything either."
I nodded; that was indeed the case.
After returning to the City Bureau, I changed my clothes, took a shower, and had a meal. By the time the moon rose, Liu finally returned to the City Bureau with his team. From Liu's expression, it was clear he had made some progress this time; otherwise, he wouldn't be smiling so happily.
I watched as two of Liu's team members carried a large sack that emitted a foul odor. I couldn't tell what was inside.
"What is that?" Guan Zengbin covered his nose. "It stinks!"
Liu snapped his fingers and said, "I found a lot of things in the sewer."
"What do we need those for?" Guan Zengbin asked in confusion.
Liu instructed his team to dump the contents of the sack onto the floor. "We can be certain now that the murderer is definitely not acting alone; it's clear that there is a team involved."
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