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After a while, the department sent this message. In fact, this MAX has already been blacklisted in Our Country due to his harmfulness and extensive medical knowledge. If he were to commit any inhumane acts, the consequences would be unimaginable. For instance, if he casually created and released a virus, the death toll could reach millions. The International Police have been pursuing this individual, but so far, there have been no leads.
However, the situation is complicated. On one hand, countries consider him a menace; on the other hand, they admire his exceptional research skills. Therefore, capturing him is not an easy task. It requires negotiation and maneuvering among nations. With this information in hand, we should soon be able to track his movements.
In any case, whatever decision the department makes is beyond the reach of us members of the Special Investigation Team; all we can do is wait for news. Once MAX is captured, much of the mystery surrounding the organization will be unraveled, and I will have the opportunity to inquire about clues regarding Captain Shi's disappearance.
After the case concluded, everyone was filled with emotion. As we exited the Morgue of the hospital, we heard someone shouting, "An old lady jumped off the building! An old lady jumped off the building!"
A crowd surged toward the commotion in the distance. Confused, we followed them to see what had happened. There lay an elderly woman covered in blood at the foot of the hospital building, with several doctors examining her injuries. Upon closer inspection, Mary gasped, "Isn't that Geng Shaofei's mother?"
I was taken aback as well; it dawned on me that the elderly woman who had jumped was indeed Geng Shaofei's mother. Despite a large gash on her head from the severe impact and blood flowing profusely from it, it was unmistakably her appearance. We rushed downstairs and identified ourselves before approaching her.
The doctors shook their heads helplessly, indicating that she was beyond saving.
According to several witnesses, after a homicide occurred in Geng Shaofei's hospital room, news spread throughout the hospital within minutes. Naturally, Geng Shaofei's mother received this information as well. Initially unaware of what had transpired, she sought out a doctor to inquire about her son's condition.
The doctor tried to conceal the truth for a moment but realized he couldn't keep it hidden forever. He ultimately had to inform her of her son's death. Geng Shaofei's mother merely nodded without saying anything; she appeared calm and composed. Who could have anticipated that moments later she would leap from the rooftop of the hospital? Falling from over thirty meters high headfirst, she died instantly.
Listening to the doctor's calm voice and observing the busy nurses in the hospital left us speechless. Geng Shaofei was dead; He Pingli was dead; now Geng Shaofei's mother was also dead. Even though we were accustomed to death by now, it still weighed heavily on our hearts. We didn't know how to convey this tragedy to Geng Shaofei's mother when she had already learned of it herself—after all, a mother always knows about her child.
As the body was taken away and onlookers dispersed into a sea of faces, only a pool of blood remained on the ground as evidence of what had transpired here. We stood there alone for a long time before finally leaving. The Geng Shaofei family was completely gone. Perhaps once we too are gone, no one will remember them or their harrowing story anymore. For now, they might still be a topic of conversation among people over tea and meals. Yet in reality, they are merely a speck of dust in the long river of history—forever trapped in criminal records.
Dezi called me; he had chased Zhao Mingkun far with officers from the Police Department but still found no trace of him. It had been two hours already; Zhao Mingkun had likely escaped without a trace. Over the phone, he asked how we should proceed next. I signaled for them to stop pursuing and return to the Police Department. Although Zhao Mingkun had killed Geng Shaofei this time, he had lost.
He never expected that Geng Shaofei hadn't recorded any information about the organization in his mind but instead swallowed it whole. Zhao Mingkun thought that after Geng Shaofei's death, no secrets about the organization could be leaked anymore—but he was gravely mistaken this time. However, I anticipated his escape; after all, he was head of the Execution Department. My conflict with Zhao Mingkun is far from over.
Mary sighed and said, "Brother Shao, what should we do now? Should we go back to the Police Department?"
I shook my head and pulled out a necklace from my pocket. This necklace was given to us by Wei Feng's mother for our investigation; however, we had been so busy following leads that we hadn't returned it yet. Now seemed like a good time to return it and check on how she was doing as well.
We walked in silence, the atmosphere heavy with gloom.
Arriving at the dilapidated old building that seemed almost abandoned, we stood at the door. After knocking for a long time with no response, I applied a bit of force. The worn door swung open, revealing that the lock had been broken by my efforts.
Upon closer inspection, I realized the lock was secured from the inside, which meant the old lady should still be home. However, after such a long time without her answering, I wondered if perhaps her hearing had diminished with age. With that thought in mind, I stepped inside to check if she was simply asleep.
As soon as I entered the living room, a glance caught my eye and revealed something alarming. I saw a pair of feet dangling motionless in the air. Shocked, I rushed over and discovered that the old lady had hanged herself from the ceiling with a white ribbon, a chair lying toppled on the floor beside her.
I hurriedly lowered her down and quickly realized she had been dead for quite some time.
Juan Juan immediately came over to examine the scene while I slumped onto the worn-out sofa, clutching the diamond necklace tightly in my hand, unable to calm myself. A wave of intense helplessness washed over me, as if I were being swept into a dark river where breathing became difficult. One death after another—an unending cycle of elderly deaths.
The case was closed, yet its aftermath lingered on. Those who deserved to die and those who did not had perished; families were left shattered. Geng Shaofei's family was gone; there would be no more scholarly Gengs. Wei Feng's family was lost; happiness had vanished from the Wei household. Even those who had ventured far from home as traffickers—after their deaths, their hometown relatives remained unaware of their fate.
Life can sometimes be incredibly resilient, strong enough to orchestrate such a shocking case just to survive. Yet life can also be fragile, so weak that one might willingly give it up. At that moment, Juan Juan was performing a preliminary examination on the old lady's body when he said, "She has been dead for three days."
"Three days?" I couldn't help but ask.
Juan Juan nodded and replied, "Yes, three days. Based on the livor mortis and rigor mortis, it's clear she died three days ago. For an exact time frame, we should head back to the Police Department. I'll contact Dezi to have the body transported."
Juan Juan's voice was low and somber; his mood was understandably grim.
Three days prior, we had borrowed this necklace from the old lady in hopes of uncovering useful information through it. After we left, she chose this path. In hindsight, it was something we could have anticipated. During the press conference, I had worried about how Wei Feng's mother would react upon discovering her son was the killer.
But now it seemed clear that she must have known what her son was involved in. Perhaps while we were questioning her about Wei Feng, she realized our true intentions. She insisted on making us tea and showing us photo albums—perhaps wanting to leave behind a final trace of her existence in this world.
The old lady understood that Wei Feng had completely transformed into someone else for his son’s sake and knew what his gift of the necklace truly meant. She must have realized that once the police arrived here, there would be no escape for Wei Feng; having killed so many people, he would surely face execution.
Witnessing her son's death is one of life's greatest tragedies. Thus, she chose to take this step before Wei Feng did; death is final, but those who live endure great suffering. Holding the diamond necklace in my hand, I gently placed it around the old lady's neck.
I promised Wei Feng to take care of her mother, but who could have known that by the time we said those words to Wei Feng, the old lady had already become a spirit hanging from a noose.
It didn't take long for Dezi to arrive with the Police Department. I sat on the dilapidated sofa, watching them bustle about, capturing the scene. The weather in late autumn was dreary, and the continuous Autumn Rain began to patter down. Even in this house, it felt like it was starting to rain lightly; the place was simply too run-down.
After everything was taken care of, seeing that I remained motionless on the sofa, Dezi said, "Brother Shao, let's go."
I nodded, stood up, and walked outside. Standing at the door, I wanted to take one last look at this house. Cobwebs were everywhere, moldy green patches covered the walls from leaks, and there were large cracks gaping open. With the rain falling, a musty smell wafted from inside, mixed with the stench of decay and the odor of garbage that had accumulated from neglect—creating a nauseating aroma.
The old lady had lived in such an environment for over a year.
Sighing, I gently closed the door that I had damaged. The Police Department sealed it up. From then on, this house was completely abandoned; this building had fulfilled its final purpose. At the moment I closed the door, I suddenly caught sight of a photograph hanging on the bedroom wall.
It was a family portrait. In the photo, Wei Feng and his wife were holding their son, while the elders stood beside them, each face beaming with happiness. Look how joyful they all appeared!
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