Chapter 227 End of the text She holds countless loves in her heart,...
Winter goes and spring comes, the new year is over in a blink of an eye, and the weather is getting warmer.
After the Eagle and his gang were arrested, the case did not end there, but it could be said that it had just begun. The criminal police spent a lot of time on subsequent interrogations and cleansing of the "Eagle" forces. In the end, they found that the organs they obtained did not only come from the supply of the Sacred Heart Hospital, but also partly from their "old business" - the people they abducted and trafficked.
The only difference from the trading methods of more than a decade ago is that they are not directly selling people, but selling their organs.
They divided the abducted people into two categories. One category was killed directly and their organs were taken out; the other category was sold alive and used as a mobile organ blood bank for the buyers.
Over the past decade or so, their criminal network has spread across most provinces in central and southern China. Together with the seven subordinate hospitals developed by the Sacred Heart Hospital, the total number of lives they have taken is as high as more than 7,000!
When the data came out, the whole country was shocked.
Before and after the New Year, the attention of the people across the country was focused on this case, and domestic criminal police were busy checking whether there were similar cases in their jurisdictions. After more than three months of hard work, it was finally settled.
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Shen Qingye walked into the interrogation room, looked at the thin man in the center who no longer looked calm, and slowly sat down behind the interrogation table.
The 'Eagle' raised his eyes and glanced at her, pulling the corner of his lips: "Why, are you here to interrogate me again?"
He raised his chin. His hair, which had grown considerably longer over the past three months, covered his eyebrows and eyes, making him look inexplicably eerie and scary. He grinned, "I told you, if you beg me, I'll tell you where your father is buried."
He said in a coaxing tone: "Beg me, beg me and I will tell you."
Shen Qingye sat behind the table, listening to his nonsense, her expression neither sad nor happy, as calm as the abyss, as if she was looking at an ant, not worth her attention.
"An interrogation requires at least two police officers. I can't torture you by myself." She said calmly, "The reason I came here is just to tell you some good news."
"Your death penalty review has been completed and will be executed within seven days."
"And the person who carried out the execution was me."
The expression of 'Eagle' gradually became gloomy, but at the same time, Shen Qingye smiled:
"If you don't want to talk, then don't talk. I won't force you, and I don't care."
"My father lived up to his profession and his mission. He died protecting this country and its people. He is a martyr and deserves respect from everyone."
"Even if I can't find his body, even if I can't pay tribute to him, he is buried in his beloved motherland, he is buried in the land he guarded, that's enough."
"There will always be people who will remember him and cherish his memory."
"Even if he dies, he has nothing to fear."
She looked at the 'Eagle' and said lightly: "You can't threaten me."
Old Eagle clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hands, and stared at her intently, his eyes bloodshot.
Shen Qingye smiled at him: "Watch carefully, remember me in your heart, remember what the person who killed you looks like."
"You won't see him soon."
After she finished speaking, she stood up and left the interrogation room, leaving "Old Eagle" cursing loudly, saying that he had thrown Chu Chengjiang into the jungle, letting poisonous snakes, insects and ants gnaw on his flesh and blood; and then he said that he had thrown him into a group of hungry wolves, letting them bite him to death.
Shen Qingye listened, but his mood was unexpectedly calm.
Closing the door of the interrogation room and looking up at the bright sky, she thought, no matter what, they were still on the same land and under the same blue sky.
That's enough.
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The date of the execution was very coincidental, it was the first day of April, just before Qingming Festival.
That morning, Shen Qingye washed and dressed, took the gun her father left her, and walked into the execution ground in high spirits.
Raise your hand and aim.
With a "bang", blood splattered everywhere.
This was the first person Shen Qingye killed.
His mother, Yue Lingchuan, Wei Zhengyi and others were waiting for him outside. After he came out, he first hugged his mother, then looked at his friends and lovers around him and smiled.
Luo Kaiyang yelled: "This is your first time killing someone, are you afraid?"
Shen Qingye was surprised: "Why are you afraid?"
She said: "I am very lucky that he was the first person I killed."
So, decades later, when she thought back on it, she had no trauma at all about her first murder. Instead, she only felt the relief of having her revenge fulfilled and letting go of her obsession.
From now on, she will have nothing to fear.
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After the execution, Shen Qingye took a few days off and returned to his hometown.
Their hometown is in a city more than 500 kilometers away from Huaiyang. They were forced to leave their hometown because of their father's death. Now that they are back again, everything is different.
"Dad," she stood in front of the grave and pulled Yue Lingchuan beside her: "This is my boyfriend."
Yue Lingchuan took a step forward, lowered his head and called him uncle.
Shen Qingye smiled and said, "I know you won't agree so easily, but it's okay, there's still a lot of time in the future, you can slowly observe him."
Yue Lingchuan held her hand and looked at the tombstone with a resolute expression: "I will walk with her in the future, don't worry."
It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival, but this day was a rare sunny day.
The tree planted in front of the tomb more than ten years ago has already grown into a towering tree, and its tall crown is swaying slightly, as if responding to their words.
The green leaves fluttered and fell, following the trajectory of the wind to her front, gently brushing her cheeks.
Shen Qingye stretched out her hand, and the fallen leaves fell gently into her palm.
As light as a feather, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Shen Qingye smiled.
She held Yue Lingchuan's hand and shook it briskly: "Let's go!"
There is still a long way to go.
She carries with her countless loves and has enough courage to go on.
The main text ends.
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