As soon as Ye Xingchen finished speaking, he turned and left. With one step, he was already ten feet away. In a few leaps, he had disappeared without a trace.
Zhang Shih-hao's face turned deathly pale. He frowned, but finally couldn't hold back and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He looked at the pool of blood in his palm and murmured, "Heavenly secrets really cannot be revealed. Just a few words of indirect inquiry almost cost me my life."
"But Ye Xingchen, I have been desperately searching for someone who can rescue my biological mother who is being suppressed under the Dragon and Tiger."
"And you are that person. If I can form a good relationship with you and reveal a few secrets of heaven, what harm would it do?"
Zhang Shih-hao smiled, slowly stood up, and murmured to himself, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise. Everyone should do their best and accept their fate."
Nighttime, in an interrogation room, Bai Zilin sat opposite a middle-aged man.
This man was Wang Deyou; his hair was disheveled and his eyes were lifeless.
It has been more than a day since he was brought to the police station, and he has not eaten or drunk anything or said a word.
"Are you determined to go against the police?" Bai Zilin's patience had run out. She stared at the unyielding man in front of her, her brows furrowed tightly.
“We found more than thirty corpses in your home, both men and women. What these corpses had in common was that their internal organs had been removed.” Bai Zilin placed the documents on the table.
"Can you tell me why? Do you have some special craving for human organs? Or is it simply for the purpose of killing?"
Wang Deyou slowly raised his head, his lips twitched, and a strange smile appeared on his face, a smile that seemed extremely sinister and terrifying.
"It would be best if you cooperated with us. As long as you voluntarily confess the truth, we can apply for a mental evaluation for you." Bai Zilin's heart skipped a beat. Was this guy about to give in?
“A mental evaluation? I’ve killed so many people, no matter what kind of evaluation I do, I’m still doomed.” Wang Deyou slowly shook his head: “Officer Bai, what time is it?”
"Why are you asking about the time at 11:30 PM?" Bai Zilin asked, puzzled.
"It's 11:30?" Wang De nodded slightly. "Could I have a cigarette?"
"Give him a cigarette," Bai Zilin instructed the police officer beside her.
The officer picked up a cigarette, handed it to him, and lit it for him.
"Ask whatever you want to know," Wang Deyou said, exhaling a smoke ring with a relaxed air.
"The motive for the murders, the time of each person's death, and how you lured the victims here?" Bai Zilin stared at him.
“You’re really puzzling me with this question. The time span between these deaths is very long, three years, five years? I’ve already forgotten everyone’s name and how they came to be.” Wang Deyou slowly shook his head and said, “It’s unrealistic to expect me to tell you each one accurately.”
"Then why did you kill them? You can at least tell me that now, right?" Bai Zilin asked.
"Heh, why kill them?" Wang Deyou took a deep drag on his cigarette, then exhaled smoke, seemingly pondering a very serious question.
After a long silence, he slowly said, "Officer Bai, what do you think is the meaning of life?"
“Everyone’s life has a different meaning in this world, but ultimately everyone has their own meaning,” Bai Zilin said.
"Then what is the meaning of my life?" Wang Deyou raised his head, somewhat neurotic: "I lost my father when I was seven, and my mother remarried when I was nine."
“My grandfather is over seventy years old and raised me. But when he was critically ill, I couldn’t come up with the five thousand yuan deposit and could only watch him die.”
"At thirty-eight years old... I scraped together some dowry, married a woman, and had a son."
"I used to think that since I had suffered enough in the first half of my life, the second half would be better, right?"
Wang Deyou took another deep drag on his cigarette, filling the room with smoke: "But it seems like fate is playing tricks on me. My son is dead, my wife has run away, and I'm left with nothing again."
Bai Zilin was speechless. She opened her mouth several times, wanting to say something to comfort him, but she realized she didn't know how.
"Get to the point, why did you kill him?" Bai Zilin asked.
“My son is my only thought in this world. He’s dead, and I need to find a way to bring him back to life.” Wang Deyou smiled, his eyes filled with sinister intent: “I kill people to bring him back to life.”
"How can the dead come back to life?" Even knowing his motives, Bai Zilin couldn't help but ask.
"No, no, if you possess unfathomable magic, even the dead can be resurrected." Wang Deyou suddenly stood up and placed his hands on the table: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it either."
"But they really did it..."
"What are you doing? Sit down and be quiet," the officer quickly reprimanded him.
Wang Deyou was forced to sit down on the sofa, his eyes bloodshot: "I did nothing wrong. I just want my son to come back to life, tonight, tonight."
"Tonight? The day of absolute Yin?" Bai Zilin suddenly remembered the day of absolute Yin that Ye Xingchen had mentioned, and she was horrified: "Quick, lock him up."
However, it was too late. Outside the interrogation room window, the last ray of moonlight was suppressed by dark clouds, and the world suddenly darkened.
The lights in the police station flashed wildly, then went out, plunging the entire station into darkness.
A cloud of black mist enveloped the surroundings, and within the black mist, eerie ghostly flames began to burn.
Beneath the black aura, countless pale hands reached out, instantly turning the interrogation room into a living hell.
"Someone come quick!" Bai Zilin drew her gun and shouted hoarsely.
Several people in the interrogation room had already been tripped and fallen to the ground, and several pale hands pulled the police officers to the ground.
Wang Deyou suddenly stood up; the handcuffs on his hands had vanished without a trace.
"I received the inheritance of three immortal masters, and I risked my life to resurrect my son." Wang Deyou's voice was sinister and terrifying: "Today, no one can stop me."
“Wang Deyou, don’t make another mistake. Your son has already been taken away by the police, and you won’t be able to find him.” Bai Zilin tried her best to remain calm, gripping her gun tightly. “Besides, you can’t possibly succeed.”
"You took my son away?" Wang Deyou was both shocked and furious. It turned out that Bai Zilin had wasted so much time in front of him just to get him to confess.
But this woman had already discovered the cellar and knew her secret. Was she just stalling for time?
"Your son, and the organs you collected, have all been taken away by the police for evidence. These are all important pieces of evidence," Bai Zilin said coldly. "I advise you not to be so stubborn and to try to get leniency."
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