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The two figures vanished into the night, leaving no trace behind. Bound tightly, I could only rub against the tree like a bear scratching an itch, hoping to wear down the tape around my wrists so I could free my hands and call for help. The chaotic sounds around me began to rise again; I knew the police had arrived in this area.
Occasionally, I caught glimpses of flashing lights and heard the voices of the Special Investigation Team members.
It was Mary who spoke first: "Dezi, do you have any idea where Brother Shao went? We've reached this spot, but there's not a single shadow in sight."
Dezi replied, "In the darkness, I lost track of Brother Shao. I only remember he ran in this direction, but I have no idea where he ended up. He should still be around here; if we search carefully, we should be able to find him. He hasn't been taken by that He Pingli, has he..."
Even though they were not far away, no one seemed to notice my presence. If I remained lost here, it would likely be until tomorrow morning before anyone discovered me. At that moment, a story told by a Senior Brother came to mind. It felt particularly relevant now.
Previously, it was mentioned that every time the Special Investigation Team selected new members, they always introduced fresh tactics; once a method was used, it would not be repeated. I remembered this Senior Brother being eliminated during his selection process for the Special Investigation Team. However, he respected the approach of another candidate who succeeded in getting in, believing that it wasn't due to a lack of discernment on the part of the team.
He posed a question: if you couldn't speak and your hands and feet were bound, with only a few minutes of golden time to call for help before being trapped forever with no chance of escape—how would you attract attention?
This Senior Brother had only a few minutes to consider his options but failed to catch anyone's notice before time ran out, thus losing his chance to join the Special Investigation Team. However, another individual managed to do just that. The method he used might make one feel nauseous, but it was undoubtedly effective.
That person quickly relieved himself in his pants. My Senior Brother was stunned at the time, but because of this act, that individual entered the Special Investigation Team and became one of its members. This incident was later included in training materials to illustrate that in the face of life and death, pride and vanity are meaningless—survival is what truly matters.
I recalled this story because it resonated so closely with my current predicament. Just as I hesitated about whether to take such drastic measures myself, a sudden flash of light illuminated my face. The brightness blinded me momentarily but confirmed that someone had found me.
Before long, several people rushed over while calling out my name. Before I could speak, a hand rested on my shoulder as someone shone a flashlight on my wounds. After a moment's examination, the owner of that hand spoke: "The blood at the wound has coagulated; it's not very deep. As long as it doesn't get infected, you should be fine."
The speaker was none other than my fiancée, Juan Juan, a forensic expert with the Special Investigation Team.
At that moment, I remained bound and unable to speak; all I could do was look at her.
Juan Juan paused for a moment before joining Dezi and others in removing the tape from my wrists. After several minutes of effort, they finally peeled away all the layers of tape. My wrists felt numb and slightly discolored from prolonged blood deprivation. After briefly explaining my ordeal to them, everyone wore frowns and fell silent.
It seemed no one had anticipated that the Spring Return Nursing Home was also connected to that organization. Previously we encountered them in Jing City—a southern city—and now we were in North City—a northern city. Discovering ties to Zhao Mingkun's organization in both locations raised questions about how extensive this organization truly was.
Given their actions so far—beyond what ordinary people could imagine—the purpose behind this organization remained a mystery.
"Why did Zhao Mingkun come to North City?" Juan Juan asked with furrowed brows.
I replied slowly: "From Zhao Mingkun's conversation with He Pingli earlier, it seems he didn't come here specifically targeting us; rather there appears to be a traitor within their ranks. Zhao Mingkun is likely here to handle this situation; if we hadn't come to Spring Return Nursing Home, we probably wouldn't have crossed paths with him at all. It was purely coincidental."
Mary said, "If that's the case, then Zhao Mingkun should still be in this city, right? If so, this is our chance to catch Zhao Mingkun. It was in a forest like this that she escaped in Italy, and now we find ourselves in a similar forest. Are we going to let her slip away again?"
Mary's words resonated with us, but given the current situation, they seemed almost prophetic. In this pitch-black night, with Zhao Mingkun's skills, it would be nearly impossible for us to find her. It seemed we were destined to let her escape a second time. However, Zhao Mingkun and He Pingli had mentioned wanting to hunt down the traitor during their conversation, so they should still be within North City.
This meant we still had a chance to capture both Zhao Mingkun and He Pingli.
I said, "Although we let them both get away tonight, we still have an opportunity. Zhao Mingkun and He Pingli won't leave until they've dealt with the traitor in their organization. What we need to do now is find them within this timeframe."
Dezi interjected, "That's all well and good, but where are we supposed to look for these two? We don't even know who the traitor in the organization is; how can we stop them?"
Dezi hit the nail on the head; this was indeed the most crucial issue. If we couldn't clarify this matter, everything we said would be meaningless. At that moment, Captain also spoke up, "Exactly. Does Captain Shao know who this person is?"
I shook my head and told everyone, "We know who this person is and yet we don't know who they are."
Captain shook his head in frustration and asked, "What does that even mean? How can you know and not know at the same time? I really don't understand what you're trying to say; could you please clarify?"
"Because we're looking for the same person as Zhao Mingkun: the Killer who has committed multiple atrocities in North City!" I stated firmly. "The Killer initially committed these crimes just to test whether we had the capability to contend with the organization. If we did, he would lead us to Spring Return Nursing Home using clues; if not, he would seek out other targets instead of writing to me—he might write to someone else."
"And once he confirmed that we had that capability, he would involve us with the organization behind him," I continued. "So after killing so many people, he deliberately led us here so that when we investigated Spring Return Nursing Home, we would encounter the organization behind him."
Looking around, I noticed that most of the white coats had already been captured, and several members of the organization were also under control. However, there were still about ten people remaining on the Mountain. It was already past four o'clock; it wouldn't be long before dawn broke. By then, those still fleeing on the Mountain would likely be caught.
As I looked down from halfway up the mountain, I saw police cars heading our way along with armed police support, which eased my mind.
As we descended, I continued speaking to everyone: "Currently, this Killer is wanted by our police for intentional murder while also being pursued by Zhao Mingkun and others for betraying their organization. Caught in between, he can only act this way to make both the police and the organization wary of each other and restrain their pursuit of him."
"Hearing you say that makes sense; this Killer must have betrayed his organization. But why doesn't he seek cooperation with our police?" Captain asked. "Even if it means going to jail, wouldn't that be better than risking death outside at any moment?"
I shook my head and replied, "That's where you're mistaken. The previous killings show that this Killer is ruthless yet meticulous. He must be confident that he can navigate between us and the organization to find his own space for survival."
As I thought about this, I suddenly felt that this matter was just beginning.
At that moment, my phone rang unexpectedly. I answered it: "Captain Shao here; I'm Zhang Xiaoli, the team leader sent from our department. We're already at the Police Department, but aside from a few on duty personnel, I haven't seen anyone else. Where are you now?"
I hadn't expected those sent from our department to have arrived already. I replied, "We're currently out on a case but will return shortly. For now, please find your accommodations arranged at the Police Department and settle in. I'll be back soon to arrange your work."
"Well, I'll be waiting for your return," Zhang Xiaoli said.
"Has the team sent someone over?" Captain asked.
"That's right, your people can finally take a break," I said with a smile as I patted Captain's shoulder.
Captain shrugged and replied, "If this were before, your words would make sense, but now, with this new organization popping up, I think our workload will only increase. What should we do next? Where do we find this Killer?"
I sighed, contemplating the situation.
The current circumstances were quite complicated; too many forces were involved in this case. There were the police from North City and our Special Investigation Team, the Killer who was committing murders, Zhao Mingkun who was after the Killer along with his organization, and even a mysterious person who had called us under duress from the Killer.
With so many forces intertwined, it was truly a headache. Besides us, all other factions were lurking in the shadows. The pressure on us was immense. I rubbed my temples and said, "Don't worry, this game has just begun. The Killer will definitely continue to kill."
"Only by killing can he confuse both our groups; that’s when he feels safe."
A Senior High School Student had been kidnapped, along with Leggy School Beauty and Busty Third-Tier Celebrity trapped in an Abandoned Cabin after mistakenly eating Unknown Wild Fruit, feeling feverish in the middle of the night.
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