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A week later, in the conference room of the city police department.
The light from the projector illuminated an entire wall, which was densely covered with photos and documents. In the center was a list found in Zhang Shouren's office, surrounded by red lines connecting clues from various cities.
According to preliminary investigations, Jiang Zhendong pointed at the map, indicating that there was at least one more base within the country. Each base was disguised as a medical institution or welfare home, specifically searching for children with rare blood types.
"Where's the most recent one?" I asked.
"Qingzhou." He opened a file containing information about a children's hospital named Xinsheng, which had admitted over twenty children in the past three years, with only three discharged.
The photo showed a beautiful white building, its entrance adorned with vibrant flowers, appearing harmless. I noticed the sun emblem above the main entrance; it was identical to the one at the altar in Changling Village.
"Interestingly," Jiang Zhendong continued, "the director of this hospital, Koji Yamada, is Japanese."
"Yamada?" Zhou Jing pointed at the list. "This person was mentioned in Zhang Shouren's notes. He is Yamamoto Ichiro's nephew. My father said it seems their family has infiltrated deeply."
Just then, the door to the conference room swung open. A police officer hurried in: "There’s new information. We’ve received news from Qingzhou that the hospital has begun a large-scale transfer of patients!"
As expected. Jiang Zhendong frowned; they had detected our investigation.
"We must act immediately," I said, "or those children—"
"We don’t have solid evidence," someone raised an objection. "If we act rashly—"
"It's too late for that," my father interrupted. "Look at this."
He pointed to a satellite image of the hospital: every full moon night, there would be a significant number of vehicles entering and exiting the underground parking lot. And the next full moon night is—
"The day after tomorrow!" I realized suddenly.
"Exactly," Zhou Jing said. "They must be planning to take advantage of this opportunity to transfer the children to other bases."
"Or worse," Xieqin interjected, "to hold another sacrificial ceremony."
Silence fell over the conference room. Everyone remembered the horrors of Changling Village; those images of people tortured to death by masks still haunted us.
"We can't let another tragedy unfold." I stood up. "We need to go to Qingzhou right now."
"Wait," Jiang Zhendong said. "I have a plan."
He opened another document: the hospital had recently been recruiting caregivers. He cast a meaningful glance at Zhou Jing; they specifically noted that they would prioritize hiring young women.
I immediately understood his implication: you mean for Zhou Jing—
"No way!" My father and Xieqin protested simultaneously. "It's too dangerous!"
Zhou Jing nodded, "I'm going. I know their operations better than anyone. Besides," she revealed the needle marks on her wrist, "my blood type is just what they need."
"We'll need backup," Jiang Zhendong said. "Li Hao, you should come along too. Pretend to be a family member of a patient."
And so, the plan was set. That afternoon, Zhou Jing and I boarded the train to Qingzhou, equipped with specially made listening devices and miniature cameras.
"Remember," Jiang Zhendong's words echoed in my mind, "if anything seems off, activate the alarm immediately. Reinforcements will arrive within ten minutes."
The train slowly began to move. Through the window, I saw the moon starting to wax. Two days later, on the night of the full moon, I wondered what awaited us.
Zhou Jing leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes to rest. I knew what she was thinking; this time we would face an even greater mystery. The conspiracies hidden beneath the facade of the hospital, that mysterious Japanese family, and their insane plan for immortality.
As the train entered a tunnel, darkness enveloped us. I reached into my pocket and touched the fragments of the bronze mask. It was the only piece of evidence we had brought back from Changling Village; perhaps it would help us uncover more secrets in our upcoming mission.
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