Chapter 117 Vanished Without a Trace, Silent Clues
The interrogation room was a mess.
The heavy wooden door was kicked into pieces, and shards of wood mixed with glass were scattered all over the floor.
The air was filled with the stench of blood, burnt flesh, and a faint smell of gunpowder, making one want to vomit.
Wang Gong'an was deathly pale, leaning against the rickety door frame, his legs still trembling uncontrollably.
He'd worked in the police force his whole life, handling at least eighty or a hundred cases, but this kind of scene was something he'd never even heard of before!
The murder and the body snatching took less than three minutes.
These aren't criminals, this is war!
Lu Jingyan stood in the middle of the mess, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He squatted down, his slender fingers brushing across the ground, picking up a bit of ash, and then walked to the large hole in the window to carefully examine the impact marks on the window frame.
"The traces have been cleaned up very well." He stood up, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.
But the more this happened, the more alarmed Wang Hao became. His commander was furious beyond measure.
"Commander," Wang Hao stepped forward quickly and reported in a low voice.
"We searched the outside, but there wasn't even a footprint. Those people are like ghosts, appearing and disappearing without a trace."
Vanished without a trace.
"Commander Lu, this matter... I will report it to the regional authorities immediately and request assistance in the investigation!" Officer Wang wiped away a bead of cold sweat.
Lu Jingyan glanced at him, his eyes deep, neither saying yes nor no.
He knew perfectly well that conventional official investigative methods were completely useless against an opponent of this caliber. If the other side could plant a "dead man" as a mole within the military, they could plant a second or third anywhere.
He turned and walked out of the interrogation room, heading straight for the farm office.
"Let me borrow your phone for a moment, I need to connect to Beijing." His voice left no room for argument.
The office director dared not delay and hurriedly dialed the switchboard, his forehead covered in sweat.
The moment the connection was established, Lu Jingyan dismissed everyone.
"grandfather."
A frail but powerful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Speak."
"Found it." Lu Jingyan's voice was very low.
"The clue to Lu Jingyue...is in Hong Kong Island, to a place called 'Sacred Heart Clinic'."
There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone for more than ten seconds.
Lu Jingyan could even hear the sudden, heavy breathing amidst the crackling of electricity.
"Jingyan." When Old Master Lu's voice rang out again, it was no longer as composed as before, but filled with boundless rage and suppressed killing intent.
"I don't care what methods you use, use all the resources at your disposal to find Yueyue for me."
"Anyone who dares to stop us, we'll make them disappear from this world!"
"yes!"
After hanging up the phone, Lu Jingyan stood by the window, looking at the dark night outside.
The Lu family's war machine has begun to start.
At the same time, Gao Jianjun's urgent telegram also arrived.
The content was short, but it made Lu Jingyan's pupils shrink sharply once again.
The mole who committed suicide in the interrogation room, according to his military records, had already "died of illness" three years earlier during a border mission, and his pension had already been paid.
Another ghost.
A man who had been dead for three years reappeared here alive, killing people to cover his tracks for the "Eagle's Nest" organization.
Just how far has this mysterious "Eagle's Nest" infiltrated the military? How deep are its roots?
An immense pressure, like a mountain, pressed down on us.
...
On the other side, Bai Zhu remained quiet.
She watched people come and go, and noticed the lingering gloom between Lu Jingyan's brows, while her beautiful peach blossom eyes remained calm.
"I'll go back and check my luggage. It was too messy just now, I don't want anything to be lost."
She made up an excuse, speaking softly but loudly enough for those around her to hear.
No one doubted it.
Bai Shu returned alone to the interrogation room, which was now cordoned off.
The police officer guarding the gate recognized her and knew she was a "family member" of Commander Lu. He hesitated for a moment, but still stepped aside to let her in.
Avoiding the bloodstains on the ground, Bai Shu went straight to the spot where Su Yuting had finally collapsed.
She slowly squatted down.
Everyone's attention was focused on the corpses, the physical evidence, and the battle traces left by the enemy.
No one noticed that at the edge of the pool of dark purple blood that had begun to congeal, there was a trace of transparent, oily residue that was almost blended into the dust.
It's so small that it can be ignored.
Bai Zhu took out a clean white silk handkerchief from her pocket, extended her slender fingers, and gently dabbed up the remaining residue with the corner of the handkerchief.
She withdrew her hand expressionlessly, turned and left, as if nothing had happened.
Back in her room at the guesthouse, she locked the door, and with a thought, she slipped into the Begonia Space.
The space was still filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, brimming with vitality.
Bai Zhu dipped a corner of the silk handkerchief into a cup filled with spiritual spring water.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
The spiritual spring water, which used to purify all things and revive the dead, instead of purifying them upon contact with that substance, reacted violently as if a drop of boiling oil had been added to boiling water!
The residue, catalyzed by the spiritual spring, instantly became a hundred times more active, transforming into a wisp of black mist that emitted even stronger corrosiveness.
Bai Shu's eyes sharpened.
This thing is so domineering!
She immediately entered the Inheritance Library and went straight to the bookshelf where her mother's medical and poison classics were kept.
One book, two books...
Her slender fingers swiftly traced the spine of the book, searching for relevant records with her astonishing memory.
Finally, she found the answer in a thin booklet with a sharkskin cover.
On the page, a terrifying illustration was drawn in vermilion, next to lines of tiny, fine characters.
Soul-corroding carbuncle.
A biological agent extracted and modified from extremophiles found in deep-sea volcanoes.
It is not a poison, but a "scavenger". It devours and decomposes all organic tissues except the central nervous system at a geometric rate, completely "melting" a living person from the inside out in extreme pain.
It has only three uses.
Clean house, destroy evidence, interrogate souls.
Because in the twelve hours before the body is completely dissolved, the patient's brain will be unusually clear, enduring the most extreme pain in the world, and their mental defenses will completely collapse.
At the end of the book, the only, and extremely dangerous, method of relief is also recorded.
That's not the cure at all.
Rather, it is a means of maintenance: continuous whole-body blood purification and tissue transplantation are necessary, and the requirements for medical conditions, technology, and equipment are abnormally demanding.
Every blood transfusion and every skin graft is a race against death.
It requires top-of-the-line medical equipment, the cleanest sterile environment, the largest blood bank support, and the most professional surgical team.
This was something no regular hospital in the 1980s could have accomplished.
Su Wantang slowly closed the book.
She stepped out of the space, stood by the window of the guesthouse, looked at the pitch-black night outside, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
She understood.
Su Yuting, this pawn, has not yet been abandoned.
In her mind, there was another secret that "Master" needed, one that was even more important than Lu Jingyue's whereabouts.
The people from "Eagle's Nest" took her body not to destroy evidence, but to... save her!
Or rather, it was to squeeze out the last bit of value from her before she completely melted away.
Looking across the entire country, only one local black market can do this so quietly.
Shanghai!
That's where her whole story began.
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