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After Wu Yong and Zhao Gang were apprehended, Su Mu and Ye Qiu wasted no time in launching an in-depth investigation into the Xuanming Sect.
Inside the interrogation room, the harsh white light created a suffocating atmosphere. Wu Yong sat in the interrogation chair, his hands cuffed, yet his eyes gleamed with a wild and stubborn madness.
Despite Su Mu and Ye Qiu's relentless questioning, he remained tight-lipped, shrouding the purpose of the Xuanming Sect's capture of Su Mu in secrecy. He muttered incoherently about the imminent revival of the Xuanming Sect, repeating phrases like "The Xuanming Light will surely be reignited, and the Dark Overlord is about to descend." His words sent chills down their spines but provided no clear direction.
In contrast to Wu Yong's frenzied resistance, Zhao Gang appeared more "cooperative." He hung his head in remorse, openly confessing to his crimes. However, when it came to discussing the internal details of the Xuanming Sect, he could only shake his head helplessly, confusion evident in his eyes. It turned out that his understanding of the Xuanming Sect was superficial; he only knew that Wu Yong was his direct superior on this line, while he was completely unaware of the higher-level structure or core objectives.
As a result, the case quickly fell into a deadlock, as if they had wandered into a maze with no exit. Su Mu and Ye Qiu returned to the police station with heavy steps, exhausted yet unwilling to let their guard down. They sat once again at their cluttered desk, meticulously sorting through the intricate details of the case.
Flashes of past events kept surfacing in Su Mu's mind: Wang Qiang's eerie behavior in the operating room—his hollow eyes and uncontrollable trembling body, accompanied by incomprehensible murmurs; the bloody murder at the market, where a mysterious "sacrifice" was written in blood beside the victim—a horrifying sight that felt like a curse from hell.
Each clue pointed directly to the Xuanming Sect, yet the true schemes behind it all and why they were so intent on capturing him remained an insurmountable mountain before him—a riddle yet to be solved.
"Wang Qiang!" Su Mu suddenly slammed his hand on the table, scattering documents everywhere. He stood up abruptly, his eyes shining with determination. "We need to check on Wang Qiang again!"
Ye Qiu, who had been leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed in thought, opened them wide in surprise at this sudden outburst. "Wang Qiang? Isn't he in a psychiatric hospital now? After the incident in the operating room, he completely broke down and is mentally unstable. What can we possibly ask him?"
Furrowing his brow, Su Mu paced back and forth in the room and replied firmly, "Precisely because of that, I believe he might hold crucial clues. He is currently the only one who had direct contact with the Xuanming Sect and survived. Even if he has lost his sanity, perhaps some important information still lingers in his subconscious. We can't miss this opportunity."
The two immediately drove to the psychiatric hospital where Wang Qiang was held. Upon seeing him, they found him sitting vacantly in a corner, mumbling to himself—his mental state clearly deteriorated.
Driven by an unwavering pursuit of truth, Su Mu and Ye Qiu hurried to the psychiatric hospital. As they stepped through the hospital doors, they were greeted by a mix of disinfectant and oppressive air that seemed to silently narrate each patient's pain and struggle.
They made their way directly to Wang Qiang's attending physician's office and gently knocked on the door.
The doctor was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, his expression slightly weary. Upon seeing the police and the doctor, he stood up to greet them. Su Mu got straight to the point, hoping the doctor could provide a detailed account of Wang Qiang's condition.
The doctor sighed softly, adjusting his glasses as he spoke slowly, "Since Wang Qiang was brought in, his condition has been quite concerning; he has remained in a state of mental disorientation. It's as if he is lost in his own mental labyrinth, unable to find an exit.
At times, without any warning, he suddenly becomes agitated, shouting in his ward and uttering incomprehensible phrases like 'You are all quacks' and 'I didn’t kill anyone.'
We have tried various treatment methods, but none have shown significant results. It seems as though his inner world is sealed off by a solid barrier."
"Quacks? Killing?" Su Mu exchanged a glance with Ye Qiu, a spark of realization passing between them. They keenly sensed that Wang Qiang might not truly be insane; these seemingly mad words could be hiding crucial clues.
Furrowing his brow in deep thought, Su Mu finally spoke softly, "I believe Wang Qiang's mental breakdown is not coincidental. The root lies in the immense psychological trauma caused by that 'medical accident' in the operating room.
Wang Qiang has always revered life and viewed saving lives as his lifelong mission. How could someone like him bear the heavy blow of a patient dying under his knife? There must be something more to this."
Ye Qiu nodded gently in agreement, "Exactly. It seems we need to find a breakthrough from Wang Qiang to unravel the knots in his heart; perhaps then we can get closer to the truth."
With that, the two stood up and headed towards Wang Qiang's hospital room. Inside, the light was dim, the curtains tightly drawn, with only a faint beam of light seeping through a crack to barely illuminate one corner of the room.
Wang Qiang was curled up in a corner like an injured creature, his gaze vacant and hollow as he stared blankly ahead, mumbling something incoherent under his breath.
Su Mu approached gently, crouching down beside him before slowly sitting down. He tried to keep his voice soft and soothing: "Wang Qiang, do you remember me? I am Su Mu."
Wang Qiang showed no reaction, remaining lost in his own world as if Su Mu didn't exist at all and hadn't heard him. But Su Mu did not give up; he knew that patience at this moment might be the key to unlocking the truth. He continued softly, "I know you’re hurting inside, but what happened is not your fault. It was Wu Yong; he set you up."
At the mention of "Wu Yong," it was as if an electric current surged through Wang Qiang's body. He jolted slightly, his previously vacant eyes slowly lifting as a flicker of confusion crossed them, as if he had been awakened from a chaotic dream.
Su Mu seized the moment and conveyed the news of Wu Yong and Zhao Gang's capture to Wang Qiang in detail, explaining how Wu Yong had meticulously orchestrated the surgery, manipulating events to frame him for the entire ordeal. As Su Mu recounted the story, Wang Qiang's eyes, once dull as ashes, gradually regained a glimmer of light—a flicker of hope and relief shining through.
He finally understood that the true culprit behind the patient's death was not himself, but that deranged Wu Yong! The guilt and self-blame that had weighed heavily on his heart for so long crumbled like a mountain collapsing. In an instant, he could no longer contain the surge of emotions within him; he buried his face in his hands and wept bitterly, his cries filled with the pain, injustice, and resentment he had endured for days.
Su Mu sat quietly beside him, gently patting his shoulder, offering silent comfort and allowing him to release all his pent-up negative emotions. He knew that at this moment, the long-awaited truth and vindication were the best medicine for Wang Qiang's wounded spirit.
After the tears subsided, Wang Qiang seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his emotions gradually stabilized. He lifted his tear-streaked face to look at Su Mu, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Su Mu. Thank you... If it weren't for you, I might have lived my whole life in that endless nightmare."
Su Mu smiled warmly, "You did nothing wrong; there's no need to thank me. Just rest well; everything will be alright."
After a brief pause, Su Mu took out an exquisite needle case from his bag, neatly arranged with slender silver needles. With skilled hands, he began to acupuncture Wang Qiang, each needle inserted with precision as if imbued with a magical power.
As the silver needles pierced his skin, Wang Qiang's expression gradually relaxed. His previously muddled mind began to clear up slowly; however, the harrowing experience still lingered in his heart, fear occasionally flashing in his eyes.
To help him completely shake off the shadows of fear, Su Mu employed a unique acupuncture technique taught by his master, focusing intently on each insertion. This technique not only opened up meridians but also acted like sunlight dispersing gloom, illuminating even the darkest corners of one's heart. After the acupuncture session, Wang Qiang gently moved his body and felt a sense of lightness wash over him; his mental state improved significantly as a hint of long-lost vitality returned to his face.
Although Wang Qiang had forgotten crucial details related to Wu Yong and the Xuanming Sect due to his prolonged mental breakdown, it was enough for Su Mu.
At least at this moment, he had successfully rescued a soul nearly consumed by darkness, liberating Wang Qiang from the abyss of guilt and suffering. As for the mysterious Xuanming Sect hidden behind layers of fog, both Su Mu and Ye Qiu knew their path of investigation would be long and arduous. Yet their belief remained steadfast; they were confident that justice might be delayed but would never be absent. One day, the truth would emerge into the light of day, and all evil would be brought to justice.
With determined strides, Su Mu and Ye Qiu exited the psychiatric hospital. The sunlight bathed them in warmth, casting two resolute silhouettes as they prepared to embark on their next quest for truth.
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