Inside the interrogation room of the special task force, Zhao Wuji had already been put in chains.
Lin Dantong asked him, "Since you have the ability to slaughter the Zhao family, why didn't you fight back in the Royal Dynasty Bar?"
Zhao Wuji explained, “Because I come from the countryside, and my parents are just farmers. If I fought back, my family would face a large sum of compensation, which would make my already impoverished family even worse off. So I didn’t dare to fight back. But afterwards I couldn’t understand why, so I took advantage of the fact that the Zhao family was all there and chose to take action.”
Lin Dantong was holding Lin Chen's family information, which showed that Lin Chen came from a rural area, consistent with his own account.
"Then how did you manage to kill the entire Zhao family all by yourself?" Lin Dantong asked expressionlessly.
Zhao Wuji thought for a moment and said, "When I was a child, I met a scavenger in my hometown. That scavenger taught me kung fu."
"A scavenger?" Lin Dantong's eyes held a hint of doubt.
Zhao Wuji nodded and said, "He was just a wanderer. He disappeared after he taught me."
On this issue, Zao Wou-Ki offered an explanation that, while plausible, could not be definitively established. In remote rural areas, there is no surveillance, and the vastness of the countryside makes it impossible for anyone to verify the truthfulness of Zao Wou-Ki's description.
"Where is the murder weapon?" Lin Dantong asked without changing her expression.
“In the box I brought, there are two short metal spears, which can be combined to form a long spear,” Zhao Wuji said.
Lin Dantong hurriedly asked the police officers to bring over the iron box. According to the password given by Zhao Wuji, after opening it, it was indeed as Zhao Wuji had described, containing a combination metal long gun.
"Take it to the laboratory for testing."
The results came out a day later.
Bloodstains belonging to the Zhao family and Lin Chen's fingerprints were detected on the tips of the two short spears.
And so, the case of the Zhao family's massacre was closed.
Although many doubts remain about the case, a complete chain of evidence is laid out before Lin Dantong, and under pressure from her superiors, she has no choice but to close the case.
The murderer was a university student at the University of Science and Technology of China.
After identifying the scene, Zhao Wuji was taken to court by Lin Dantong.
Zao Wou-Ki didn't even hire a defense lawyer and was extremely arrogant in court.
Ultimately, Lin Chen was sentenced to death for intentional homicide, and the sentence was carried out immediately.
On the night before his execution, Lin Chen died under mysterious circumstances.
The forensic doctor determined the cause of death to be myocardial infarction.
At the entrance of the USTC campus, in a secret loft of the Qingyu Coffee Shop, Gu Qingqing placed the Ghost Ring on the desk and smiled, "Mr. Zhao, you have quite the skills. I wonder if you could pass them on to me?"
Zhao Wuji's soul floated out of the Ghost Ring and said, "You have an excellent temperament and are a promising talent. However, you do not have the physique for cultivation and cannot embark on the path of cultivation."
Gu Qingqing looked at Zhao Wuji's soul and smiled, "I believe Mr. Zhao has a way to solve this."
Zhao Wuji remained silent.
The only solution he could offer was to have Shen Lang bestow upon him a Marrow Cleansing Pill, granting him a cultivation physique.
However, Shen Lang didn't offer her the Marrow Cleansing Pill, and there were naturally reasons for that. Zhao Wuji didn't dare to explain directly to Gu Qingqing, so he could only offer private guidance, saying, "It depends on your fate. Work hard, and perhaps there's a glimmer of hope."
"I understand, Mr. Zhao, thank you." Gu Qingqing was no fool to have an employee who could satisfy Shen Lang.
Zhao Wuji returned to the Ghost Ring: "Girl, thank you for your trouble."
Gu Qingqing smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, you don't need to be so polite. It's what I should do."
Downstairs in the pediatric outpatient building of Tangdu Hospital in City X, a young father with gray hair sat in a chair, his face filled with helplessness.
He dialed all the contacts in his phone, but still couldn't raise enough money for his daughter's treatment.
"Youyou, Dad is sorry, Dad is incompetent." At this moment, Feng Xuanmin knew what true despair was.
Feng Xuanmin, who is over fifty years old, lost his mother at the age of three and his father at the age of five. He grew up relying on the kindness of others and started working on construction sites at a young age.
As the saying goes, poor children learn to be independent early. With the help of a matchmaker, he spent eight thousand yuan to marry a deaf-mute woman from the next village.
After marriage, he worked diligently, wanting only to make their life together better.
Not long after, his wife became pregnant. What should have been a joyous occasion turned into a tragedy when she suffered a severe hemorrhage during childbirth and passed away after giving birth to a daughter.
Feng Xuanmin single-handedly acted as both father and mother, finally raising his daughter to kindergarten age, only to be met with devastating news on her first day of kindergarten.
His daughter, Feng Youyou, suddenly fainted during roll call. After being taken to the county hospital, she was diagnosed with hereditary leukemia. He couldn't understand why this genetic disease, which accounts for less than one percent of all leukemia cases, had befallen his daughter.
To save his daughter's life, he sold all his possessions, including the farmland and the meager two acres of land his parents had left him. But the money he raised wasn't even enough for his daughter's initial treatment.
According to the doctor, the cost of treatment in the middle and later stages is astronomical, a figure he has never seen before in his life.
Relatives and friends all advised him to give up treatment and do his best to leave the rest to fate.
Even if you borrow all the money from your relatives, you still won't be able to raise that exorbitant medical bill.
"God, please spare my poor daughter. If you want my worthless life, I'll give it to you. My poor daughter is only six years old. What crime has she committed that you treat her like this?"
"Open your eyes, God!"
The doctors and nurses passing by looked at him with pity, but unfortunately, there was nothing they could do.
The walls of the hospital have witnessed countless tears and expressions of deep affection.
Are doctors and nurses any different?
Feng Xuanmin already owes the hospital 5,000 yuan in hospital fees. If he can't pay by tomorrow, the hospital will have to ask him and his daughter to leave.
Suddenly, Feng Xuanmin felt a wave of dizziness and disorientation, and then he found himself in a strange place.
The place was pitch black, with only a vintage table in the background. A young woman sat at the table.
"Hello, Mr. Feng." Gu Qingqing sat in the armchair and smiled at Feng Xuanmin. "I apologize for inviting you here."
“Who…who are you…” Feng Xuanmin asked, stammering.
He had heard rumors of ghosts in hospitals, and wondered if he was just unlucky enough to witness one today.
“I am the god who grants wishes. I heard your inner yearning, so I invited you here,” Gu Qingqing said with a smile.
"Can...can you help me save my daughter?" Upon hearing this, Feng Xuanmin looked at Gu Qingqing excitedly.
Gu Qingqing shook her head and said, "Saving people is a doctor's job. My job is to give you the money you need."
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