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I never would have imagined that Dezi and I would find ourselves in this situation, where Killer, intent on ending his own life, was inadvertently saved by a garbage truck passing below. The odds of such a coincidence were incredibly slim; Killer himself couldn't believe he had escaped death, as if he had taken a step into the Ghost Gate, one foot already in hell.
Fortunately, we had already notified Captain to intercept the garbage truck. Dezi and I exchanged glances, both at a loss for words. I patted Dezi on the shoulder and said, "We've seen Killer's face clearly now; I took a photo of him just moments ago. Unless he decides to stay indoors, it won't be long before we catch him. He can't hide for too long. Let's go."
Dezi nodded, picked up the shell casings from the ground, and then we left.
Mary and Juan Juan had parked the car nearby and were anxiously waiting for us. When they saw that we were unharmed, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. Juan Juan asked me, "What happened? Where's Killer?"
I sighed and replied, "Killer managed to escape by sheer luck, but we know what he looks like now." I handed my phone to Mary. "Here’s Killer's photo along with the license plate of the vehicle he left in. Use the internal network to notify all precincts in North City to lock down every bus and train station."
I rubbed my temples and said, "Killer is likely trying to leave North City. If he stays here, his chances of getting caught are high..."
Although I said this, I felt conflicted inside. If Killer would rather die than be captured, would he really choose to leave? And why did he choose to commit his crimes in North City? Was he from North City? Now that we knew what Killer looked like, we could compare his appearance to the residents of North City.
Back at the Police Department, we immediately uploaded the photo. We accessed North City's residency records and began a comparison for Killer. This task was handled automatically by the computer, but with such a large population base, it would take some time to find him; there was no point in rushing.
At that moment, my phone suddenly rang—it was that familiar number again, the mysterious caller. This person had mentioned before that it might be difficult to reach out again in the future. Yet now, they were calling again. I quickly answered the phone and heard the person say, "Is he injured?"
I naturally knew that "he" referred to Killer. Earlier, Killer had fallen from a ten-meter-high building; although he landed in garbage, there must have been hard objects within it. A fall from such a height would surely result in some injuries.
I asked, "Have you seen Killer?"
The mysterious person responded with a grunt before saying, "Yes. When he came back today, his face was pale and he was limping; his clothes were torn in several places. If he's in that state, I think I have a chance to finish him off! Really!"
Hearing this made me frown; it seemed that this imprisoned individual’s patience had reached its limit and was eager for a confrontation with Killer. They continued, "The reason I didn’t dare before was that he was just too strong; I was no match for him at all. But if it's now... I think there's an opportunity. As long as I can subdue him, my family will be safe. You’ll be able to find those Victims too; that's right, isn't it?"
Listening to this person's tone, there was a sense of bouncing back from the bottom. Previously, he had always been cautious, but this time he seemed eager to take the initiative. I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination, but I felt that under the pressure from various forces, whether it was the Killer, the victim, the organization, or us, everyone had become somewhat restless.
I quickly said to him, "Do you know your address? Tell us, and we'll come to you."
He replied, "I used to know, but not anymore. The Killer has moved me several times, always blindfolded. I've been held captive for over a month now, and during this time, I’ve hardly seen the sun. Especially recently, he has been watching me too closely. If I wait until he’s done with me, I don’t know when I’ll get another chance. I will try my best; if I fail, I hope you can speed up and find my family."
Keeping someone in a dark place for just a few days can drive anyone mad; imagine enduring it for such a long time. This is why some of the harshest punishments involve confinement in a small dark room for half a month—because the most severe torture is not of the body but of the mind and soul. Looking at this person, it seemed he was on the verge of breaking down.
I knew it would be difficult to persuade him further, so I decided not to dwell on that matter and instead asked, "Can you tell me your name now?"
He responded, "The reason I didn’t tell you before was partly because of my family and partly because of our relationship. But with the Killer back, I sense something unusual. Really, he might kill those people. I can’t wait any longer; I must act before he kills me."
I remained silent, waiting for his answer.
Then he said, "My name is Geng Shaofei."
With that, he hung up the phone.
Geng Shaofei—I felt like I had heard that name somewhere before but couldn't recall where. One thing was certain: this person was not my friend. Where had I heard that name? It was frustratingly elusive. I turned to everyone and asked, "Do you know who Geng Shaofei is?"
As soon as I mentioned the name, everyone from the Special Investigation Team looked at me as if there was something on my face. I frowned and said to them, "What’s wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"
At that moment, I noticed Juan Juan lowering her head, her hands clasped together as if she were deep in thought. It seemed she recognized Geng Shaofei. Just then, Mary spoke up, "Brother Shao, do you really not remember who Geng Shaofei is?"
I shrugged and asked, "Who exactly is it?"
"It's Geng Shaofei, the Wealthy Young Professor who almost married Sister Juan!" Mary replied.
With Mary's reminder, I finally recalled where I had heard that name before. I remembered that when the Special Investigation Team was disbanded, Juan Juan and I had already set a wedding date. However, Dezi's sudden kidnapping forced me to abandon the wedding to investigate the matter. Juan Juan, feeling upset with me, ended up marrying one of her college classmates.
On the day of the wedding, I managed to return to Yuzhou City just in time to snatch Juan Juan back at the ceremony.
It turned out that the person kidnapped by the Killer was Geng Shaofei, the one who almost married Juan Juan. If it hadn't come to this point, I doubt Geng Shaofei would have revealed his name to me; after all, men have their pride. He had mentioned before that he seemed to have chosen me for the Killer, indicating there was some connection there.
Juan Juan remained silent. Our situation had ultimately turned Geng Shaofei into a laughingstock for everyone, and Juan Juan had always felt guilty about that. Although she didn't bring it up, I could tell. I never expected this mysterious person would turn out to be Geng Shaofei; it truly caught me off guard.
I gently patted Juan Juan's head and said, "We'll rescue him, I promise."
Juan Juan looked at me and nodded without speaking.
But how could Geng Shaofei, a resident of Yuzhou City, be kidnapped by the Killer and brought to North City? Although the two cities weren't too far apart, it would still take three or four hours by car. How did he get involved with the Killer? With this thought in mind, I immediately called Li the Tiger to explain the situation.
About thirty minutes later, Li the Tiger provided an update on Geng Shaofei.
Geng Shaofei's home was empty; his parents were not there, and he had taken a long leave from his laboratory—about two months. It seemed this mysterious person was indeed Geng Shaofei. The Killer must have first kidnapped Geng Shaofei's parents and then used that leverage to lure him to North City before finally taking him hostage.
Geng Shaofei was a medical professor; it appeared that the Killer's method of killing was learned from him. This would explain why the Killer was so knowledgeable about medicine. However, it still didn't clarify how the Killer managed to find Geng Shaofei directly. Did they have some sort of connection?
Thinking of this, I immediately said to Mary, "Pull up the detailed information on Geng Shaofei and investigate his relationships. Among so many people, why did the Killer specifically choose Geng Shaofei? There must be some connection. The Killer is likely to know Geng Shaofei or has encountered him somewhere."
Mary nodded and began the investigation into Geng Shaofei's social connections.
At the same time, the team led by Zhang Xiaoli also found a clue. Zhang Xiaoli approached me and said, "While comparing the missing persons in North City with those who are already deceased, we discovered something interesting. These deceased individuals must have known each other!"
"All the deceased knew each other?" I asked in surprise.
"That's right," Zhang Xiaoli confirmed. "The deceased were all acquainted. Previously, we used the process of elimination based on Zodiac Signs to find the missing persons, but during our investigation, we inadvertently found a group photo. Upon closer inspection, we realized that the twelve people in this photo matched exactly with five of the deceased."
As she spoke, Zhang Xiaoli handed me her phone, which displayed a photograph.
I looked at the photo; it was divided into two rows. The front row consisted of four girls, while eight men stood in the back row. This photo appeared to have been taken some time ago and was certainly not recent. Judging by the appearances of these individuals, they indeed corresponded with the five deceased.
Two more deceased individuals had yet to be identified, and five others were unaccounted for. However, from this photograph, it seemed that the victims or potential victims in the Zodiac Murders case were likely among these people!
A Senior High School Student was kidnapped along with a Leggy School Beauty and a Busty Third-Tier Celebrity trapped in an Abandoned Cabin, mistakenly consuming Unknown Wild Fruit and feeling feverish in the middle of the night.
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