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Her hand hung in the air, and time seemed to pause at that moment. Through the touch of that soft skin, she felt an indescribable sensation that people referred to as life. Dong Ai's skin was warm, and beneath it flowed blood filled with heat; with each even breath, her breath brushed against Wang Jing's hand.
"Dong Ai?" Wang Jing lifted Dong Ai into her arms, looking around anxiously, but found no wounds on her. She finally understood that the blood was not flowing from Dong Ai but had been smeared onto her by someone else.
"Dong Ai is fine; he’s just asleep?" Seeing Wang Jing like this, Ge Dong immediately understood everything.
This was precisely the method the police could use to find the real culprit, and in fact, it was quite successful. When she saw Dong Ai's condition, for some reason, Wang Jing felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Ge Dong's heart was in turmoil; he stood in the middle of the small room, feeling insignificant.
This was not what Ge Dong wanted; in truth, he didn’t even know what he wanted. The one who had killed his daughter was none other than his wife. At that moment, he felt lost.
"Ge Dongyun wasn’t killed by you; you know nothing," Ge Dong asserted with the decisiveness of a boss. "Ge Dongyun has been without a mother for a long time; her becoming this way is related to her mother’s early death. I don’t want Dong Ai to become the second Ge Dongyun; he cannot be without a mother."
"Isn't there that damned threat to kill my daughter?" Ge Dong approached Wang Jing gently and said, "They have no evidence; as long as you and I don’t speak, no one will know."
Wang Jing fell into a long silence.
Meanwhile, in Longling District's car, members of the task force were already watching the situation in Dong Ai's room clearly through wireless-connected cameras.
Wang Jing remained silent for a long time.
"Did you record it?" Jiang He asked.
Guan Deng nodded.
Jiang He placed his hand on the car door handle, ready to get out. "Wang Jing has already confessed; we can make an arrest now. I’m curious why Wang Jing would admit to murder without even looking at anything. She could devise such a meticulous murder plan; she must be a rational person. But how could a rational person commit such an irrational act?"
Old Shao leaned back in his seat and sighed deeply. "As you said, human nature is complex. What you need to understand is that there is no absolutely rational person in this world; all actions are driven by emotions. When you know what matters most to someone, you'll understand that no one can be as rational as you think."
"How can you be sure? There are just too many possibilities," Jiang He asked again.
Old Shao shook his head. "I'm not certain; it just happened. You could call it the intuition of solving cases, but in reality, there are patterns to follow. As long as you can understand, human emotions may be complex and ever-changing, but the humanity underlying those emotions remains constant."
Jiang He felt somewhat enlightened yet confused. He always thought Old Shao's methods were unreliable, but what puzzled him was that Old Shao's methods succeeded every time. Once or twice could be attributed to luck, but achieving success consistently was something else entirely.
This made Jiang He change his perspective, at least a little.
"Let's go," Jiang He said.
"Wait a moment," Old Shao replied.
"Wait for what?" Jiang He asked.
"Wait for Wang Jing's choice," Old Shao looked at Jiang He, his eyes seemingly filled with deeper meaning.
Wang Jing remained silent, and Dong Ai's steady breathing reassured her that he was unharmed. What remained to be seen was how Wang Jing would choose: to permanently bury this secret or to step forward and confess.
"No," Wang Jing said as she used her own clothing to wipe away the blood from Ge Dongai, gently cleaning him as if handling a rare treasure.
She held Dong Ai close and looked at Ge Dong. "Give me one last night. Tomorrow I will turn myself in. I don't know who played this prank, but they know my methods, and there might be another incident. As a mother, I cannot put my child in such danger. After I confess tomorrow, you need to take the child to another city."
"You've killed someone," Ge Dong whispered fiercely. "Do you know what that means? It means you could spend twenty years in prison! I may have money, but I can't make murder disappear!"
Wang Jing held Dong Ai tightly in her arms and softly said, "It's alright; no one will come after Dong Ai for inheritance anymore. I've killed someone; even if I confess, it’s likely to lead to the death penalty. Even if not, I might spend a long time in prison."
Wang Jing held back her tears. "For such a long time, I allow you to find another wife. But I want you to write it down clearly and leave all your assets to Dong Ai in front of a notary."
The sentence felt incredibly familiar.
Wang Jing smiled slightly, "At least no one is competing with Dong Ai."
Ge Dong sat dazed on the blood-stained bed, slowly nodding.
"Since it's been preserved, let's close it," Old Shao said, looking at Guan Deng. "Wang Jing has made her choice, whatever her reasons may be. Tomorrow morning, we will wait for him to turn himself in. After that, we will reveal the truth of this matter to the netizens. Whether they believe it or not is beyond our concern."
"They are eager to pursue the truth but cannot accept a reality different from their imagination," Xu Yiman remarked.
"Lies parade around dressed as truths, while the naked truth goes unnoticed. They don't realize that the truth isn't as interesting; behind it lies blood and darkness. Drive on, Yuan Jun," Shao the Elder instructed.
Yuan Jun started the car. "But that last sentence—Wang Jing seemed quite happy."
"At least no one is competing with Dong Ai."
Is that really so?
Years ago, before Ge Dongyun's biological mother passed away from illness, she had similar concerns. She feared that if Ge Dong had other children, Ge Dongyun would be neglected and ostracized. So she made Ge Dong sign an agreement, transferring all inheritance rights of the company to Ge Dongyun.
Seven years later, fearing her child would have no inheritance rights, Wang Jing chose to take drastic measures. If Ge Dong were to have a new family and new children in the future, what would happen then?
No one knows.
What everyone knew for certain was that this was Wang Jing's last time accompanying her son, Dong Ai.
Some kill out of hatred, others out of love; love and hate intertwine—that is human nature. Over the past seven years, Wang Jing had always been kind. She longed to win Ge Dongyun's affection through love, hoping that her flattery would make him treat her son a little better. Unfortunately, she had not succeeded.
Seven years of kindness turned into a moment of evil, and so she killed someone.
The night was as dark as water, but human hearts were not as fluid; it was nearly eleven o'clock, and the streets were still bustling with people. For some, life was just beginning.
Jiang He’s phone rang; it was Wang Chao calling.
Wang Chao had suffered serious injuries and was currently hospitalized for observation. He knew that the task force was investigating a new case, and he had refrained from calling anyone out of concern that he might delay their progress. But today, he could no longer hold back. He knew Jiang He was a night owl who wouldn’t sleep until one or two in the morning.
“What’s up?” Jiang He asked directly, skipping the pleasantries.
Wang Chao coughed a couple of times and said, “Not much, just wanted to ask how your case is progressing.”
“We’ve preliminarily identified the murderer,” Jiang He replied. “But it will take some time to locate where this person is.”
“Good to hear. I heard from some fellow patients today that Ge Dongyun has died?” Wang Chao continued. “You know Xiao Xuanmiao’s mother is being treated at this hospital. They say her surgery went very well, and she should be discharged soon. She’s been sick for over ten years, and now one surgery has fixed everything. Meanwhile, you and I are perfectly fine, yet the doctor won’t let me leave.”
Jiang He said seriously, “It’s different. When you came out of Desolate Village, you suffered a severe blow to your head and were unconscious for sixty or seventy hours. To prevent any future complications, you need to stay under observation in the hospital.”
Wang Chao shook his head helplessly. “True enough. But you’re a grown man, fully intact; being stuck in this hospital is really uncomfortable. My wife has gone back to work, and my daughter is starting kindergarten. There’s no one around to talk to me. However, a new patient was transferred into my ward a couple of days ago.”
“This kid is quite unfortunate; he took several heavy blows to the head but thankfully didn’t injure his brain. You won’t believe it—the person who hit him was his father. I don’t know what happened; how could a father be so harsh on his own child? The father seems quite honest too; he doesn’t look like the type to be violent.”
“Hmm.” Jiang He seemed uninterested in continuing the conversation.
“But young people recover quickly; I think he’ll be out of here before long,” Wang Chao added.
“Mm-hmm.” Jiang He responded with the same brief acknowledgment.
Xu Yiman said, "Young man, chatting like this will get you in trouble. Give me your phone; I want to talk to Wang Chao for a bit."
Xu Yiman had always been grateful to Wang Chao. If it weren't for him, she and Yuan Jun would never have escaped.
"Haha, don't worry. You'll be discharged soon," Xu Yiman teased. "Once you're out, you'll be back to being a fine man again."
"Yeah, once I'm out, I can rejoin the project team," Wang Chao replied with a smile. "I've been going crazy being stuck here. I just love being active. But I guess there's a silver lining; I weighed myself just yesterday, and guess what? I've lost over twenty pounds..."
Xu Yiman could even picture Wang Chao happily chatting away on his hospital bed, but in an instant, she recalled the image of Wang Chao's wife kneeling on the ground, pleading with her not to let him join the project team.
Suddenly, Xu Yiman felt uncertain. She turned to look at Jiang He, then at Old Shao, Guan Deng, and Yuan Jun.
They all stared silently out the window at the night scenery, lost in their own thoughts.
"Right?" Xu Yiman said.
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