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I jolted awake, my back drenched in cold sweat.
In my dream, Jiang Yao stood at the foot of my bed, covered in blood, staring at me with hollow eyes.
The blood-red mark on her forehead resembled an evil eye, flickering with a strange light in the darkness, as if it sought to draw my soul into its depths.
I gasped for breath, struggling to calm my racing heart.
The scenes from the dream felt too real, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. That icy fear clung to me like a parasite, wrapping tightly around my being.
Outside, the wind howled like a beast, battering against the window as if trying to break in and swallow me whole, dragging me into an endless abyss.
I got up and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains.
A beam of moonlight poured into the room, illuminating everything within it and casting light on my restless heart, like a faint candle flickering in the dark, unable to dispel the shadows within me.
In the moonlight, I noticed a diary lying quietly on the table. The runes on its cover appeared particularly mysterious under the glow of the moon, as if silently telling a story.
I approached and picked up the diary, flipping to the last page.
It contained my conversation with Jiang Yao's sister and her recounting of Jiang Yao's story. Each word felt like a sharp knife, piercing through my heart.
Jiang Yao—a woman tormented by fate. Her plight filled me with immense sympathy and anger, fueling my resolve to seek justice for her.
I closed the diary, my heart heavy yet determined.
I must help her reclaim her justice and make those who harmed her pay the price—even if it costs me my life.
I walked to the desk, opened my computer, and began searching for information about Li Ming.
I needed to understand everything about him in order to find his weaknesses, to bring him to justice, to send him to hell, and to make him pay for his crimes.
There was a wealth of information about Li Ming online. He was a successful businessman with a vast commercial empire. His company was involved in multiple fields, holding a significant position in the business world, as if he were a deity looking down upon the masses.
He was a public figure, frequently appearing at various business events and charity galas. His image was polished and glamorous; he was a respected entrepreneur, always wearing a hypocritical smile that made one feel nauseous.
However, I knew this was merely a facade. Beneath his shiny exterior lay a dirty heart; he was an unrepentant villain, a demon who had harmed countless people—a beast in human skin.
I continued my search and finally found some reports detailing his negative news.
These articles exposed some of his illegal activities, such as tax evasion and business fraud. Each incident was enough to ruin him completely, yet he remained unscathed.
However, these reports did not create much of a stir because Li Ming had a powerful public relations team that quickly suppressed the negative news. He continued to enjoy his wealth and luxury as if nothing had ever happened.
A wave of helplessness washed over me. I knew that bringing down Li Ming would not be an easy task.
He possessed immense wealth and power, allowing him to easily manipulate public opinion, cover up the truth, and turn black into white, leaving justice nowhere to be found.
I needed to find stronger evidence to bring him to justice, to seek justice for Jiang Yao, and to allow her soul to find peace.
As I continued searching, suddenly a news article caught my attention.
It reported on a car accident involving a man named Zhang Qiang, who had been Li Ming's former driver—a loyal servant who had ultimately been ruthlessly abandoned by him and even met with tragic fate.
News reports stated that Zhang Qiang died at the scene of a car accident. The police initially deemed it an accidental incident, but Zhang Qiang's family insisted it was murder, suspecting that Li Ming had orchestrated his death. Their cries seemed to echo in my ears.
A thought struck me; this news might be connected to the case of Jiang Yao's death at the hands of Li Ming.
I decided to investigate the car accident further, hoping to uncover some clues—clues that could reveal the truth and bring Li Ming to justice.
I reached out to the journalist mentioned in the report, hoping he could provide more information about the accident. He agreed to meet with me the next day, his voice low and hoarse, as if hinting at the darkness surrounding this incident.
The following day, I arrived at the journalist's office as scheduled.
He detailed the events of the accident and shared photos and video footage. Each image and each clip felt like a sharp blade, piercing my eyes and my heart.
According to the journalist, just days before the accident, Zhang Qiang had reported Li Ming's criminal activities to the police. He claimed to possess evidence of Li Ming's crimes and was willing to testify in court. He wanted to use his sense of justice to expose the true nature of this monster.
However, on the eve of his testimony, he tragically encountered a fatal car accident, silencing his voice of justice forever.
As I looked at the photos and videos provided by the journalist, I was filled with shock and anger.
I was almost certain that this accident was no coincidence but rather a meticulously planned murder by Li Ming to eliminate a potential threat. To cover up his own crimes, he ruthlessly killed someone who had once served him.
My resolve to take down Li Ming strengthened. I wanted justice for Jiang Yao and Zhang Qiang. I would make this villain pay for his sins; blood for blood.
After thanking the journalist, I left his office.
My heart was heavy yet filled with hope. I knew that the road ahead was fraught with danger and challenges, but I would not give up. I would persevere until the end, even if it meant sacrificing everything.
Returning to the old house, I continued to study the runes in the diary.
I had a faint feeling that these runes might hide important clues that could help me uncover the secrets of the old house and find evidence to bring down Li Ming. They were like a lighthouse guiding me forward, flickering with a faint light in the darkness.
I carefully observed each rune, trying to discern their patterns and meanings. I attempted various methods to interpret these symbols, but all ended in failure. My hopes were dashed time and again, and my heart sank deeper into despair.
I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. Could it be that these runes were merely meaningless patterns? Was I destined to fail?
Just as I was about to give up, I suddenly remembered that Chen Mo had once mentioned her research on ancient runes. Perhaps she could help me decipher them. She felt like my last lifeline, and I clung to her tightly.
I immediately contacted Chen Mo and sent her photos of the runes from the diary.
Chen Mo agreed to take a look and suggested we meet the next day to discuss it in detail. Her voice was calm and gentle, as if infusing me with strength and reigniting my hope.
The next day, I arrived at Chen Mo's place as agreed.
She informed me that these runes were an ancient code she had successfully deciphered, revealing an important piece of information. This information was like a key that could unlock the door to the truth.
Chen Mo told me that this information pointed to a grove in the backyard of the old house, where a secret lay hidden—one that might be connected to Jiang Yao's death or Li Ming's criminal evidence. My heart raced; could Jiang Yao's secret be concealed in that grove?
(End of chapter)
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