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Ye Qiu quickly reached out to various contacts who had been involved in the medical incident concerning Wang Qiang. One of these colleagues was Li Wei, who had since transferred to another department. When Li Wei received a call from Ye Qiu, he was somewhat surprised, as it had been several years since the case occurred.
"Ye Team, why are you suddenly inquiring about this case? Has there been a new discovery?" Li Wei asked, puzzled.
Ye Qiu succinctly recounted the bizarre murder that had recently taken place at the market, detailing the discovery of a note with the word "sacrifice" on it. He emphasized the striking similarities between the death of the recent victim and that of Wang Qiang's previous patient.
Li Wei listened quietly to Ye Qiu's account. After a moment of silence, his tone grew more serious. "To be honest, Ye Team, when we handled that patient's death back then, I also felt that there was something strange about the situation. However, all the evidence pointed directly to Wang Qiang. Given that circumstance, we could only make a decision based on the law and regulations."
"Do you remember the specific symptoms of that patient? Were there any other suspicious aspects?" Su Mu pressed on with a serious expression, her bright eyes fixed on Li Wei as if trying to glean useful clues from his demeanor.
Li Wei furrowed his brow, struggling to recall the details from that time. After a while, he slowly began to speak. "I remember the autopsy report indicated that the patient's organ failure occurred at an unusually rapid rate, far exceeding normal limits.
Moreover, an unidentified toxin was detected in the patient's body, but strangely enough, despite extensive investigation, we could never determine its source."
He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued, "As for other suspicious elements... let me think. Ah! I remember that the patient's family was particularly agitated; they were practically furious.
They firmly believed that Wang Qiang's negligence led to the patient's death. Their anger and despair were quite memorable. To make matters worse, we later received a threatening letter!"
"A threatening letter?!" At these words, both Su Mu and Ye Qiu exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yes, it was indeed a threatening letter," Li Wei nodded and elaborated. "The patient's family came to us with that letter, saying someone warned them not to pursue this matter further or they would face severe consequences. However, despite our best efforts to investigate, we could never trace the sender or determine whether this letter had any direct connection to the patient's death."
"This is truly baffling!" Ye Qiu frowned tightly, filled with confusion and concern. "The fact that the family received such a terrifying threatening letter clearly indicates that there is a mysterious and powerful force at play here aimed at preventing them from digging deeper into this incident. Could it be that Wang Qiang's medical accident was not an accident at all but rather a carefully orchestrated conspiracy?"
At that moment, an idea suddenly sparked in Su Mu's mind. "Ye Qiu, I think we should shift our investigative focus onto the patient's family and ask them about their specific memories regarding that threatening letter. Perhaps we can uncover some other suspicious leads from their recollections."
This brand new idea struck like a lightning bolt, instantly illuminating a case that had been shrouded in fog. Su Mu and Ye Qiu exchanged glances, each catching a glimpse of excitement and anticipation in the other's eyes—as if the moment of unveiling the truth was drawing ever closer.
“Time waits for no one; we can't delay any longer!” Ye Qiu declared decisively, without hesitation. “I’ll contact the patient's family right away to gather more crucial information as soon as possible.” With that, he turned and hurried off.
Su Mu nodded gently in agreement with Ye Qiu's decision and responded, “Alright, I’ll head to Wang Qiang’s home to check on his current condition. Perhaps I can uncover some important clues.” Without waiting for a reply, she quickly set off in the direction of Wang Qiang’s house.
The two went their separate ways. Ye Qiu drove to the residence of the patient’s family and, after some twists and turns, finally found the patient’s wife, a middle-aged woman named Lin Mei. The lines on Lin Mei's face told stories of hardship; it was clear that her husband’s passing years ago had taken a heavy toll on her.
“Officer, what are you doing here again?” Lin Mei asked warily, her voice tinged with unease.
Ye Qiu gently explained his purpose and cautiously brought up the threatening letter from years ago. Upon hearing the words "threatening letter," Lin Mei's face turned pale, and her body trembled slightly.
“That… that letter… I… I burned it…” Lin Mei stammered, her body shaking as her lips quivered uncontrollably. Even her voice came out in broken fragments, laced with fear. Her eyes were wide with terror, as if she had just witnessed something horrifying.
“Please, don’t ask me anymore; I really don’t know anything…” Lin Mei said, retreating step by step as if trying to distance herself from him. Her hands were clenched tightly together, so hard that her knuckles turned white.
Watching Lin Mei panic before him only deepened Ye Qiu's conviction that a significant secret lay hidden within this situation. He took a deep breath and tried to soften his tone. “Ms. Lin, please don’t be afraid. I understand how you feel right now, but trust me—only by uncovering the truth can your late husband find peace.”
After hearing Ye Qiu's words, Lin Mei fell silent for a long time. The room was thick with tension; all that could be heard were their quiet breaths and Lin Mei’s occasional sobs.
Finally, as if she had made up her mind, Lin Mei slowly raised her head and opened her mouth to speak. “I… I remember the letter said that if we continued to investigate my husband’s death, something terrible would happen…”
“Something terrible? What kind of terrible thing?” Ye Qiu pressed urgently, fearing he might miss any crucial detail.
However, Lin Mei simply shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks once more. "I don't remember... I was so scared at the time that I didn't pay attention... I only recall... the letter seemed to have a single word... 'Ritual'..."
Meanwhile, Su Mu arrived at Wang Qiang's dilapidated apartment on the outskirts of the city, feeling heavy-hearted and anxious. The apartment appeared worn by time, with peeling walls and a chaotic surrounding environment.
As soon as he stepped through the door, a strong, musty odor assaulted his senses, making him feel nauseous. There was Wang Qiang, curled up on a tattered sofa, his hair a tangled mess resembling a bird's nest, his face dirty and haggard. His eyes were devoid of life, staring blankly ahead as if he had lost his soul, showing extreme indifference to everything around him.
Su Mu took a deep breath and steadied himself before explaining the purpose of his visit to Wang Qiang. However, Wang Qiang seemed oblivious to Su Mu's words, continuing to stare vacantly into space without any reaction, not even blinking.
With no other option, Su Mu sighed softly and took out several photographs from his folder, carefully laying them out in front of Wang Qiang. These photos depicted the bizarre death of a victim from the market and a patient that Wang Qiang had once treated.
"Doctor Wang, please take a good look at these two individuals. Don't you think their manner of death bears an astonishing resemblance?" Su Mu pointed out the details in the photographs, his tone serious.
At first, Wang Qiang remained motionless, as if he had turned to stone. But gradually, it seemed as if some mysterious force compelled him to lower his head and focus on the photos.
When his gaze fell upon the eerily similar death scenes in the two photographs, a flicker of terror suddenly crossed his previously vacant eyes. It was as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves.
Then, Wang Qiang abruptly lifted his head, his lips trembling uncontrollably as a low whimper escaped his throat, as if he wanted to convey some crucial information. Yet ultimately, aside from his rapid breathing, he could not utter a single word.
At that moment, an eye-catching character "Ritual" mysteriously appeared on the wall beside them, glaring red as if written in blood. This sudden symbol seemed like an invisible rope tying together what had initially appeared to be unrelated clues.
Witnessing this scene made Su Mu's heart skip a beat; an ominous premonition surged within him. Ye Qiu standing nearby also wore a grave expression, beads of sweat forming on his forehead without him realizing it. Clearly, both of them understood that they were inching closer to an incredibly terrifying truth—one that was likely far darker and more horrifying than they had initially imagined...
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