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Two rings that were clearly not wedding bands were left behind intentionally by the consultant as clues. Just like the last batch of pet dogs, they must be closely related to the next victim. But what that connection is will require the task force members to investigate.
Jiang He removed one of the rings from Zhang Zong's finger and placed it into an evidence bag.
Old Shao comforted Zhang Zong's wife, saying, "Prepare for the arrangements. Once you sign, we can transport the body back. The murderer will continue to strike, and there may be another victim. I understand you need some time to adjust. If you want, you can spend a moment alone with your husband; others will come shortly to inform you of the next steps."
As he spoke, Old Shao gestured for everyone to leave, giving Zhang Zong's wife some time alone with Zhang Zong. It wasn't until everyone had moved far away that faint sounds of crying could be heard from the laboratory.
Yuan Jun appeared somewhat restless, scratching his head one moment and sighing the next.
Old Shao looked at Yuan Jun and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. No need to keep it bottled up."
Hearing Old Shao's prompt, Yuan Jun finally spoke up, "I'm just really frustrated right now. You say the first-generation Criminal Consultant Wei Demian is dead, which should be a good thing. But ever since Wei Demian died, this unknown second-generation Criminal Consultant has been brazenly leading us along."
"The problem is we still don't know what he intends to do," Yuan Jun lamented. "Are we supposed to just follow him and watch him kill people for the rest of his life? Even that guy who wanted to destroy the world and make humanity evolve again—Wei Demian—never did anything like this. Is he really planning to keep killing?"
Old Shao shook his head. "No, since Shih Huacheng established the Heavenly Domain Sect, this sect has not existed solely for murder; they have higher aspirations. Just like Wei Demian from the Heavenly Domain Sect, he yearned for the world to descend into chaos so that everyone would turn on each other like savages, evolving through slaughter and sorrow."
"I'll give you all a ride," Yuan Jun said as he took out his car keys.
"No need," Xu Yiman replied. "I'll drive myself."
"No need," Jiang He added. "I'll be staying here tonight; I want to have a few words with Old Shao."
Yuan Jun looked at Guan Deng and said, "Brother Guan, you haven't said a word the whole way. You wouldn't refuse me now, would you? Come on, get in the car. I'll take you home."
Without waiting for Guan Deng to respond, Yuan Jun pulled him into the car.
"Guan Deng, we've known each other for a while now. We eat together every day, sometimes even sleep together. We've spent so much time together, yet I've never heard you say a complete sentence. Why don't you say something?" Yuan Jun started the car and spoke to Guan Deng, who was looking down in the back seat.
"…"
"I know you have Social Anxiety Disorder. We're not strangers after all. Old Shao knows about our situation too. Look, I'm not a professional, but I read that all kinds of phobias and mental illnesses develop from childhood."
"…"
Yuan Jun continued without looking at Guan Deng, "Since you're not talking, let me share a bit about myself. You could say I'm unlucky. I joined the army for just a few years before both my parents passed away. They were traditional farmers who married late and had me late. In our village, if someone had a child at forty, they would be laughed at."
"I remember when I was a kid, all my peers' parents were in their twenties; only my father was forty and my mother thirty when I was born. We were poor; my father didn't even have a bicycle when he married my mother. But they never treated me poorly. Even though we were poor, they gave me everything they could."
"You should understand what I mean—not just literally, but they gave me their best. I had never left the mountains or had friends to play with until much later when I suddenly realized this fact, but by then they were gone."
"When I arrived at boot camp, my squad leader told me that the illiteracy rate was only five percent—my parents belonged to that five percent. What did they do every day? They would go to the fields at dawn and return home at dusk, day after day, year after year. The only changes were more wrinkles on their faces, darker skin, and bent backs; their lives hardly changed at all."
"Sometimes I close my eyes and think about how they looked from when I was five to twenty-five—they never changed. Sometimes I wonder if I had to live like that for my entire life, I might go crazy; yet my parents managed it. For a while, I couldn't understand why other people's parents were like that while mine were like this."
"My mother had poor health ever since she married into our family. I've heard it was some kind of lung disease. It sounds almost funny when you think about it; if it weren't for that, she might not have married my poor father at all. In fact, in these twenty-some years, we haven't spent much time together."
"When I was very young, my parents sent me to the city for school. They were uneducated, but they told me that studying was my only chance at life. We really didn't have much time together. Until I joined the army, I would only return to the village on Saturdays. My mother loved to chatter; she would always talk a lot, while my father was quiet and would just remind me to keep my money safe and not lose it."
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