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“Dongxing City Public Security Bureau Criminal Investigation Team With so many people, how can we not get anyone out?” I frowned and said to Gu Chen.
“What’s going on?” Gu Chen asked.
He continued, “Tonight should be the night the Murderer strikes. Most of the police have been taken by Liu to ambush the Murderer. Right now, there are only a few officers left at the City Bureau to handle other emergencies. If we pull them over, there will be no one left at the Dongxing City Public Security Bureau. If we start reallocating armed police from now, it will go through several procedures and it will probably take a long time to get approval.”
At this point, Gu Chen’s expression turned serious. “I wonder if Captain Shao has any solutions…”
I frowned again and said, “Alright, you contact Captain Shao and ask him to request personnel from the armed police.”
“And you?” Gu Chen asked while dialing.
“I’ll call Liu. Since the Murderer is here, he won’t be able to go back to kill. Therefore, the large number of people Liu took away is useless. If we need to reassign others now, it will take at least a few hours, plus the time for them to arrive at Xingdong Village, it will already be eight o’clock tomorrow morning. Time is life; even if we can gain one more second, that’s still a second.”
However, Liu’s phone was hard to get through. During police operations, everyone’s phones must be on silent mode, and when high-tech measures are needed, they even have to turn off their phones. At this moment, Liu’s phone was definitely on silent. This meant that Liu might not receive my call.
After half an hour, I had called Liu over twenty times without anyone answering. Just when I was about to give up hope, Liu’s phone suddenly rang. I was overjoyed; it felt like I had never been this happy in my life. Seeing Liu’s number was like hitting the jackpot.
“Liu,” I said.
Liu’s voice was calm yet cold. “Wu Meng? What are you doing? Don’t you know I’m preparing to catch the Murderer? If it’s not urgent, call me back later. If your call makes me miss the chance to catch the Murderer, you know people will die because of it. It’s already past ten o’clock; in a few hours, the Murderer will kill again. My phone is about to die; that’s all…”
I quickly interrupted Liu before he could hang up. “Wait! I need to tell you that the Murderer definitely won’t come your way tonight; I can guarantee that one hundred percent. In Xingdong Village, we encountered the Murderer, and Guan Zengbin has been taken by him.”
“What?” Liu sounded shocked.
I continued, “Don’t be surprised; the Murderer really won’t go there. He is right here in Xingdong Village.”
After a moment of silence, Liu spoke in a restrained, rough voice on the phone, "Wu Meng, this is a matter of life and death. If you're afraid to leave Dongxing City, you need to think it through."
I didn't waste any words and simply said, "If you trust me, listen carefully to what I'm about to tell you. Immediately block all the main streets leading from Xingdong Village to Dongxing City. You need to check every vehicle that passes through. Let the nearby police station handle the cooperation."
"The murderer is about 1.7 meters tall and was wearing black clothing, as you know," I continued. "You know what Guan Zengbin looks like. Every time the murderer goes to Dongxing City to kill, he must have transportation. So remember to give Guan Zengbin's photo to the people below. Do you understand?"
I didn't give Liu a chance to respond and quickly added, "Withdraw all the ambushed police forces; half should be responsible for blocking the streets, and the other half should be sent to Xingdong Village to search for the murderer. You need to take your team to interrogate Wu Xiufen's brother—the family you've secretly ambushed nearby—and find out what happened at the Red Mill Factory back then."
After saying all this, I closed my mouth and quietly waited for Liu's response, but he didn't answer right away. I could vaguely hear distant shouts from the group, Gu Chen talking with Captain Shao, and the sound of the village chief pacing nearby.
Yet at this moment, I felt an overwhelming silence, as if an astronaut were floating in the vast, silent universe.
There were no sounds left except for the buzzing communication noise on the phone.
Last night, Liu's heartfelt words felt like a farewell between us. Now, would Liu choose to trust me and help me?
"I'll take care of it right away," Liu's voice finally came through after a few seconds.
A heavy stone in my heart finally lifted as I replied, "I'll be waiting for your good news."
Liu's voice grew louder; now that he didn't have to continue ambushing the murderer, he didn't need to lower his voice anymore: "It's just like we're still together; I trust you."
While I was talking with Liu, Gu Chen had finished his conversation with Captain Shao. Seeing that I had hung up, he approached me and asked, "What's going on? How did it go with Liu?"
I smiled and said, "No matter what Liu really thinks inside, he has chosen to trust me after all. Everything is already arranged; we must bring Guan Zengbin back unharmed. After all, without Guan Zengbin, our Special Operations Group wouldn't be a Special Operations Group anymore."
At this point, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat as tears began to well up in my eyes. Growing up with my reclusive personality meant I had few friends and was always alone. But during my time with Gu Chen and Guan Zengbin, I seemed to experience feelings I had never felt before.
If the Special Operations Group were to disband, where would the three of us go?
I looked up at the still gray sky, and saw nothing.
Two hours had passed, and those searching the mountain for the Murderer and Guan Zengbin had found no clues. It was as if the two had vanished from this world without a trace. Time slipped away minute by minute, yet we had no way to act.
At that moment, Liu called me.
I quickly answered.
Liu spoke rapidly, but I could understand him clearly: "Wu Meng, I've basically completed what you asked me to do. I've dispatched half of our personnel to block several main roads from Xingdong Village to Dongxing City, setting up checkpoints to inspect passing vehicles. We've also circulated descriptions of Guan Zengbin and the Murderer regarding their height and clothing. Meanwhile, another team has already headed to Xingdong Village."
"Thank you so much, Liu," I replied hastily.
Liu's voice came through again: "Wu Meng, I know that in your eyes, I've become nothing more than a self-serving person. However, I admit that this is indeed my issue. So I’ve never tried to justify myself in this matter; it was my choice. But even if I am such a person, I would never joke with someone’s life. To me, nothing is more precious than life."
I remained silent.
Liu Jixu continued: "I've been in contact with Guan Zengbin for almost a year now. Rest assured, we will rescue her, no matter what it takes."
I responded, "I understand. Just like when Gu Chen was trapped in the factory by Wu Zui, you were the first to step up. Perhaps in some ways we are not on the same path, but I always remember that moment. This is also why I promised you that whoever captures the Murderer first would count as your achievement."
Liu paused for a moment before speaking again: "We can discuss these matters later. In the past hour, I asked Wu Jianguo about Moulin Rouge, and he didn't hold back; he told me about Moulin Rouge from decades ago and his relationship with his sister."
I asked, "Did you uncover anything useful?"
Liu replied, "Indeed, I learned some valuable information. The Red Mill Factory was owned by Wu Jianguo's father. After his father's death, the factory closed shortly thereafter. However, the reason for its closure was due to a woman dying inside the factory."
"Did a woman die in the factory?" I asked. "Who was it?"
"Liu Dao: Wu Jianguo's sister."
"Wu Jianguo's sister?"
A shock ran through me, and in an instant, a photograph appeared in my mind—the one I had seen at Wu Xiufen's house. Wu Xiufen was in her sixties now, but that photo was taken over thirty years ago. By calculating the time, Wu Xiufen should have been around thirty then.
However, the woman in the photo looked beautiful and pure, appearing to be just over twenty years old. She did not resemble a thirty-year-old woman at all.
This photograph was placed on Wu Xiufen's bedside, indicating that she had deep feelings for this person. Suddenly, I thought of something: if Wu Xiufen truly had a strong bond with her husband, why didn't I see Zhang Qiang's photo on her bedside instead of this woman's?
Moreover, we believed this photo was taken when Wu Xiufen was young because the woman bore a striking resemblance to her, particularly in the eyes, suggesting a possible blood relation between them. Finally, I understood why Wu Xiufen burned half yellow paper and half black paper.
It was because two people had died—one unjustly. Could this unjustly deceased person be the woman who hanged herself at Red Mill Factory? Wu Xiufen's husband died of natural causes, while that woman had committed suicide.
The various clues in my mind tangled like a ball of yarn but finally became clear at this moment.
"Does Wu Xiufen have another sister?" I asked.
"Yes, there's a woman named Wu Xiufang."
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