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After the old lady finished speaking, there was a moment of silence. We couldn't bring ourselves to directly tell her that Killer was her son. She had mentioned that her son hadn't returned home for a long time, almost a year. So, we decided to let her believe that her son was already dead.
Sometimes, living can be the most painful thing.
I shook my head and said to the old lady, “Wei Feng has been away for more than a year without coming home. When he left, he must have told you something or given you some instructions, right?”
If Wei Feng had made up his mind to kill someone, he certainly would have warned his family beforehand. After all, this is a deadly line of work; one misstep could mean never seeing loved ones again. Moreover, if Wei Feng could be so obsessed with his child, how could he possibly ignore his mother? Behind all that determination, there are likely countless thoughts and feelings, but things often don't go as planned.
Sure enough, the old lady seemed to remember something and said to us, “Wait a moment; I want to show you something.”
With that, she walked into the house and came out with a box. The box looked exquisite and delicate, resembling a jewelry box. The packaging was from a brand I didn't recognize, but overall it appeared luxurious. For someone who had sold their possessions to find their child, it was unusual for such an item to appear. The fact that the old lady took it out alone indicated that it had a story behind it.
The old lady opened the jewelry box, and inside was a Platinum Necklace, adorned with a diamond of moderate size. I knew nothing about luxury items, but just looking at its luster and craftsmanship made it clear that it was quite expensive.
The old lady told us, “This was given to me by my son later on. The last time I saw him was about three months ago. He told me he had found out many things and that he would be leaving for a long time to search for his child. If he succeeded, he would never leave again; if he failed, he would continue searching for a long time and might not return home for who knows how long.”
Pausing for a moment, she looked at the Necklace and said, “He told me that if one day I truly couldn't go on living anymore, I should sell this item. He also instructed me to sell it at a specific place and warned me not to sell it to anyone else if someone showed interest.”
“But I see this as just silver jewelry; how much could it possibly be worth?” The old lady said despondently. “My son... every day is so confusing because of his child's situation; as a mother, my heart aches.”
It seemed the old lady had never seen a Platinum Necklace before and didn't know that the embedded item was called a diamond and not glass. In this regard, both Mary and Juan Juan had authority since these were things girls typically adored; what girl in this world doesn't love big diamonds?
Mary took the necklace from the old lady's hands and examined it closely before discussing her thoughts with Juan Juan. After their exchange, they confirmed the value of the Necklace. Mary said, “Based on the craftsmanship and brand of this Necklace, its minimum value should be around one hundred thousand. If she lives normally with that amount, it would be enough for grandma to live comfortably for the rest of her life.”
The old lady couldn't believe Mary's words and asked, “This thing can actually be worth one hundred thousand?”
Mary nodded and returned the Necklace.
The old lady looked incredulous, as if this Necklace had overturned her understanding. It seemed that Wei Feng had already considered various aspects before taking on this case. He had thought ahead, knowing that if he failed, or was hunted by the organization, or found himself in a dead end and took his own life, his mother could rely on this Necklace to survive. Perhaps this was the last act of filial piety Wei Feng could offer.
I nodded and said, "Ma'am, how about we borrow this item for now? We will definitely return it in its original condition." As I spoke, I placed my identification card and Police Badge on the table, continuing, "This is my identification; we won't deceive you."
The old lady placed the items in my hands and said, "How could a police officer deceive us? You can take it. Take your identification too; just return it to me when you're done."
Although the old lady appeared friendly and trusting, I knew that it wasn't so much her trust in us as her indifference towards the jewelry. Her hollow gaze spoke volumes; someone who didn't care about life itself wouldn't be concerned about the quality of life.
For these people, wealth was truly an external matter.
The old lady asked, "What exactly are you here for? What happened to my son?"
I took a deep breath and replied, "We understand your grandson's situation. We're here to gather information and will do our utmost to help you find him."
"Thank you, thank you..." the old lady responded.
As we bid farewell to her, we all felt a similar heaviness in our hearts, as if something was pressing down on our chests, making it hard to breathe. Dezi wore a grim expression and said, "Now I finally understand why some people strongly support the death penalty for human traffickers. I used to think that paying with one's life for murder was a straightforward matter. But now it seems that many things are more despicable than murder."
I didn't want to delve further into this topic; those traffickers should be brought to justice, but killers shouldn't escape either.
I turned to Mary and Juan Juan and said, "One hundred thousand may not be considered particularly high-end among jewelry, but it's still a mid-range product. I believe the manufacturer must have records associated with it; buyers should have some sort of documentation or at least a memory of it. After all, in North City, it's rare for someone to casually spend one hundred thousand on a Necklace."
Mary nodded and said, "Indeed, product numbers like this are confirmed, and there is a certain record for customers. But do you know what this is all about? Is there some hidden truth behind it?"
As we walked towards the car, I replied, "From what the old lady said, Wei Feng has almost sold off all his assets just to find his child. But now it seems that Wei Feng has bought a necklace worth a hundred thousand. Isn't that contradictory? Moreover, it looks like Wei Feng bought this necklace with the intention of committing murder afterward. Where did he get the money from?"
Everyone felt that there was something fishy about this situation and understood why I wanted the necklace. Once we reached the car, I handed the necklace to Mary and asked her to check the production number to find out when and who sold this necklace.
Half an hour later, Mary finally uncovered the origins of the necklace.
Without wasting time, I contacted the sales department in North City regarding the necklace. The salesperson agreed to meet us at the store. When we arrived, someone was already waiting for us. We were greeted by Manager Wang from the North City sales department. After understanding our purpose, he immediately pulled up the information corresponding to the necklace's number.
The necklace had indeed been sold three months ago, and the registered name was indeed Wei Feng.
"Did he come alone or with someone else?" I asked.
Naturally, there was no surveillance footage available; data from three months ago couldn't possibly be backed up now. I handed over a photo of Wei Feng for the staff to circulate, and sure enough, someone recognized him. One of the staff members said, "Yes, that's him! I remember because it was still hot at that time; it wasn't deep autumn yet. He was wearing a tank top and had big muscles."
"Did he come alone?" I pressed on.
"No," the staff member scratched his head and replied, "No, he was followed by another person who seemed a bit frail compared to him and kept his head down. Even in the summer heat, he wore long sleeves. I sold items to both of them that day, so I remember clearly."
One was undoubtedly a killer, but who could the frail person be? It seemed that things were not as simple as we imagined. Could a killer really orchestrate such a precise arrangement? And how did he manage to join the organization? If he could use the organization to help him find human traffickers, then his status within it must be significant.
He should at least be at a level similar to He Pingli; otherwise, why would Zhao Mingkun be sent to hunt him down? But what exactly did the organization see in him? I shook my head; understanding the organization's motives was just as difficult as figuring out why they had taken an interest in me.
I used to think that my role was simply to assist them in Italy with the so-called Mafia murder competition, but later I discovered that the organization's intentions were far more complex than I had imagined. However, now is not the time to ponder this matter; the organization's affairs cannot be explained simply through this case.
"Can you describe what that skinny man looked like?" I continued to ask.
The clerk shook his head and replied, "I was too focused on business at the time and didn’t get a good look at his face."
"Did he say anything?" I pressed on, unwilling to give up.
The clerk shook his head again and said, "No, he was silent the whole time. I have no idea what he was thinking. I didn’t ask many questions; in our line of work, you have to know when to speak and when to stay quiet. Although it was that Muscular Man who was making the purchases, I felt that the man behind him was the real buyer."
"I can't quite describe or explain this feeling," the clerk continued. "But I'm quite sure it's an instinctual sense. That's all I know; beyond that, I can't help you. Maybe you should ask someone else?"
After questioning a few more people, I still found no additional leads.
Unexpectedly, from this Necklace, another clue emerged. What exactly is going on with this entire case?
A Senior High School Student was kidnapped, along with a Leggy School Beauty and a Busty Third-Tier Celebrity, trapped in an Abandoned Cabin after mistakenly eating Unknown Wild Fruit, feeling feverish in the middle of the night.
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