Chapter 64 The Man Who Killed His Mother

Ever since Missy encountered the murderer who burned her mother to death, a tangled mess of emotions has been swirling around her head. She can't sleep a wink until she can't find him.

During this time, she meticulously searched for all documents and records from the previous twenty years, and summoned relevant long-time employees of the group for thorough interrogation. She didn't even spare the cleaning staff, as long as they were still alive.

Finally, on the fifth day of the search, his men caught the woman and uncovered the exact route she had taken to disappear.

My mother's study had a secret passage leading to the place where the madwoman was imprisoned.

This news also explains why the mentally ill woman has survived this long despite Lin Zhijun's deliberate reduction in food intake. According to the elderly survivor who cared for the woman, when her condition was severe, the woman would harm herself, but her wounds would heal well after a few days.

Missy was surprised when he arrived at the solitary confinement area. The solitary confinement cells were not the cramped, closed prison cells he had imagined.

The house is a detached building surrounded by a waterfront veranda that encloses a courtyard. The lawn, neglected for years, is overgrown with weeds, and the dried-up stream reveals piles of pebbles. The iron fence is rusty and peeling.

She strolled along the lawn path, her deep eyes surveying her surroundings. Desolate and lonely.

Stepping into the main house, we went straight up to the second floor.

The men guarding outside the room immediately made way for Misik as he approached. One of them deftly opened the iron gate.

Missy can enter the room.

There was no unusual odor as expected.

A quick glance around revealed a simple, unpretentious bedroom. It contained only three pieces of furniture: a bed, a wardrobe against one wall, and a wooden table and chairs by the window. The chairs faced away from her; the madwoman sat in them, behind her two pale yellow curtains.

"You've arrived."

The madwoman greeted the guests with a smile.

Missy walked towards the woman without changing his expression. His gaze casually fell on the beige table behind her. The tabletop was yellowed to varying degrees, and the edges were cracked and peeling, but there was no obvious dirt or dust. The floor was also clean, indicating that the homeowner cleaned the place frequently.

I withdrew my gaze and looked down to observe what kind of show the madwoman was trying to put on.

The woman's eyes were filled with the loving gaze of a relative looking at a younger generation: "You've grown so much. In my memory, you were only this tall. You were only 8 years old then." She gestured with her fingers to indicate her height.

Mishiko ignored the woman and asked bluntly, "What is your relationship with my mother?"

The madwoman spoke in sign language. Her Adam's apple bobbed, and she turned her face away as if unable to speak.

The two wrinkled collar pieces, which had been tightly bound together, loosened and came undone, revealing a necklace chain.

Missy's gaze shifted, as if trying to peer into the depths of the other person's collar.

The next second, her fingers reached into the other person's loose collar to hook the necklace.

The crazy woman grabbed Missy's collar with her backhand to stop him from moving.

The cold muzzle of the gun was immediately pressed against his forehead.

The madwoman trembled and wisely let go of his hand.

*Snap!* The necklace snapped and dangled from Missy's hand.

The red gemstone gleamed like a burning fire, and inside the gemstone was the family crest pattern.

"Did she give it to you?" Missy asked scrutinizingly.

The madwoman nodded. Suddenly she shouted, "I didn't kill her. That person wasn't me!"

Misike sneered. "Who can prove it? The surveillance footage from that night clearly shows it was you! Would you like to watch it again?"

Faced with such sarcastic remarks, the madwoman froze, her somewhat neurotic eyes instantly welling up with a trembling mist.

Missy was intrigued and very curious about the reason, so she shouted loudly, "Bring the things in!"

An underling entered, carrying a thin laptop as he approached step by step.

Over here, the crazy woman shook her head without blinking, her face full of resistance.

Missy noticed the crazy woman's expression, his dark eyes growing even more sinister. He picked up the laptop with one hand, slowed his hand as he opened the screen, and finally stopped.

With a sidelong glance, she deliberately asked the madwoman, "Do you want to recall how you did it, burning her alive?"

Upon asking this question, ignoring the madwoman's pained and pleading eyes, he turned on the screen and clicked on a video.

"No!" the madwoman screamed, raising her hand to slam the computer. Missy nimbly dodged. The madwoman fell to the ground.

"What? Are you scared?" Missy felt a twisted pleasure.

The madwoman crawled on the floor, then suddenly growled, "I'd rather be the one who dies! Louise, she is..." The woman raised her face, "...my most important love!"

Missy's expression froze. "What did you say?"

After yelling, the crazy woman collapsed to the ground as if relieved. After catching her breath for a while, she used her hands to hold onto the chair leg to prop herself up and sit on the chair.

She lifted her eyelids to glance at Misik's astonished face, then her gaze suddenly shifted downwards. A hint of melancholy flickered in her eyes before returning to calm.

“When I first met your mother, I was already married to Lin Zhijun. Our marriage was a political alliance; he wanted the political power of our Yu family, and we wanted the group that made money behind him. I thought that the two wives would definitely be enemies when they met. Unexpectedly, Louise was very peaceful with me. I didn’t really trust her; I just thought she was putting on an act in front of Lin Zhijun and that she might have already come up with a hundred or so bad tricks to deal with me in private.”

At this point, the madwoman smiled, then sighed gently.

"Louise is a very charming person. She is outstanding in appearance and intelligent. Although she comes from a noble family, she has no arrogance. Even after she saw through my deliberate approach to her, she did nothing to me. I never thought it was love at first sight. Perhaps, there was a little bit of attraction between us."

The madwoman suddenly asked Missyco, "Why do you think I deliberately approached your mother?"

Missy was caught off guard, but the expression she showed after reacting was quite straightforward.

The crazy woman glanced back, then shook her head slightly, amused: "Of course it wasn't to compete for a man. My marriage to Lin Zhijun was purely a 'choice' by someone, simply to get closer to your mother in a logical way."

Misik's glare was menacing: "Don't speak in riddles."

"You won't even call me Aunt Yu?" The madwoman, contrary to her previous panic and madness, appeared relaxed during the conversation.

She felt the madwoman's gaze fixed on her collar again.

"A mission. I approached Louise to complete a mission."

Missy's fingers trembled. "What mission?" she asked impatiently.

The madwoman—Yu Duo's eyes were filled with something indescribable. "A failed mission."

“Don’t make me ask a second time.” Missy’s lips were tight, her deep eyes warning that her patience was running out.

Yu Duo chose to lower her eyes and remain silent.

Bang!

Missy kicked the old chair leg off.

The woman on the chair wobbled and fell to the ground. Missy's very tall figure leaned forward, casting a shadow over the thin woman.

"What mission?"

Yu Duo looked up and her gaze was drawn to a shimmering silver light. She simply sat down on the ground and rubbed the parts of her body that she had bumped, showing no fear of Misike's threat.

Did that person succeed or fail in winning you over?

Meeting Misiko's puzzled gaze, the woman shook her head slightly, her voice light and airy: "I didn't expect you to be its target."

"How did you know?" Missy's voice was icy.

Yu Duo pointed to the pendant under her neck; the center, which should have been green, was empty, with only a frame that reflected light.

"I can still smell a familiar scent on it. As for the specific reasons behind it, I can't tell you."

Yu Duo, relying on the slippery and shameless nature of middle age, repeatedly refused to cooperate. Mi Xi, however, did not fly into a rage. She turned around, magically producing a cigarette between her fingers, and sat elegantly opposite the crazy woman, lighting the cigarette butt that was biting her lip.

Misi quietly smoked for a while, not even glancing at Yu Duo on the ground.

Yu Duo secretly harbored suspicions.

His deep eyes suddenly lifted, looking at Yu Duo. "Lin Jingru is also a mission. Guess, will it be a failure or a success?"

The woman on the ground remained silent, her hands resting on her lap unconsciously rubbing together. She was torn. On one side was her deceased lover, and on the other, her daughter, whom she felt guilty towards.

Missy added fuel to the fire: "She's in the intensive care unit now."

"What happened to Xiaoru?!" the woman trembled.

Misike lowered her eyes, her fingertips brushing away cigarette ash. "She won't die for now." She lifted her eyelids, staring indifferently at the madwoman. "I don't know what it did to Lin Jingru's body. Only you, who knows the truth, can save her."

The room remained silent for a long time, then a sigh escaped.

"I should have realized sooner that it would never give up until it got that thing."

Missy paused in his act of offering a cigarette to his lips, then calmly replied, "What is it? Can it save Lin Jingru?"

The madwoman pondered, then slowly shook her head. "I don't know if dark matter has the ability to heal people. My mission back then was to stop Louise from researching dark matter and to find its hiding place." The woman suddenly asked Misik. "Aren't you in charge of the group now? There are documents in the confidential database about Louise's twenty years of research on dark matter. Or you can ask Ji Fenglan directly; she's been researching it all these years, taking over from your mother."

After all that talk, Misi remained silent. Yu Duo noticed that the other person's expression was off; it was dark and menacing, as if a storm was about to break out.

“DMranz200135627”.

Missy recited a string of English letters and numbers.

"Is this the file?" The tone was somber yet calm.

Yu Duo nodded with lingering fear, her eyes never leaving Mi Xi Ke's expression.

Misik suddenly lowered her head, her golden-brown hair falling down to cover her eyes. A faint laugh came from the shadows behind her hair.

"After all the scheming and plotting, all I got was an empty shell. As the old saying goes, 'I lost both my wife and my army.'"

Missy stood up, took a few steps, tilted his head back to smoke, and his demeanor remained impeccable.

"What a ruthless person, capable of enduring anything," Yu Duo thought to herself. Then, realizing something, she cautiously asked, "Were those documents not found?"

"The file exists, but it's an empty file package. All the data inside has already been transferred." Mi Xike turned her head, exhaling smoke that swirled around her mouth and nose. Her deep eyes, beneath her superior brow, narrowed, revealing a fierce and ruthless glint. "Ji Fenglan, Ji Fenglan."

Yu Duo's thin body shrank slightly below.

“Go on. How did you meet it, and how did you leave it? You don’t want to let your daughter down again, do you?”

Misik lowered his head and glanced sideways, his expression indifferent.

Yu Duo shuddered violently and spilled everything.

An hour later.

The door opened, and a subordinate entered.

"Boss, Brother Liang is looking for you."

Missy got up and walked towards the exit. The madwoman behind her spoke.

“If Xiaoru wakes up, tell her that it is her mother who owes her. If she is willing to come to see me, please give us a chance.”

Missy didn't turn around or respond with a single word. He threw down his cigarette butt, stomped it out, and left.