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If we start counting from the moment of the murder, this case has lasted nine days. If we count from when the traffickers were kidnapped, it has lasted a month. If we consider the beginning of the Killer's plan, it has been three months. However, if we start from the moment Wei Feng's son went missing, this case has stretched over five years.
In those five years, Wei Feng searched time and again, only to be met with disappointment. I cannot fathom how many dark nights this muscular man cried like a child. I also cannot imagine how much resentment and anger drove him down the path of murder. Wei Feng is dead now, and we will never know what he truly thought during his life.
But what we do know is that without these traffickers, this family would not have been destroyed; without them, they could still be a happy family. Yet all of this changed in less than three minutes. Out of the twelve traffickers, ten are dead, leaving only two men and one woman. After being examined at the hospital, they will face legal consequences.
The punishment from the law will pale in comparison to the "punishment" dealt by the Killer that they will never forget for the rest of their lives. I believe that during their time in prison, they will often reflect on that crucial month when they watched their companions being dragged out one by one to their deaths, experiencing a despair that felt like death itself.
The next day, we took statements from these traffickers at the hospital. The three testimonies were largely similar and mostly truthful. Because each member of this trafficking ring was very concerned about their own "safety," there was little direct communication among them. Thus, when the Killer abducted people one by one, they were unaware of each other's fates until they saw each other in cages at the Tibetan Mastiff Breeding Base. It was then they realized this was not just a simple kidnapping.
They watched as their companions were taken away one after another, and upon returning, the Killer would show them photographs depicting how their companions had died. They endured torment—mental torment. Now that they had a chance to see daylight again, they promised to behave well in the future.
Yet I still asked the most critical question: "Where did you take Wei Bo?"
The group shook their heads simultaneously. The woman spoke up: "We lost track of where he was sold long ago. When we made deals, we naturally avoided going into other people's villages—first to avoid trouble for ourselves and second to avoid causing trouble for the villagers..."
As she spoke, a proud expression suddenly crossed her face as if she took pride in this "no trouble" rule of trading. This expression was fleeting, but I caught it clearly. I couldn't understand what there was to be proud of; it seemed she had forgotten everything that had happened over the past month. It seemed she had forgotten whose child this was and why her companion had been killed.
Promise to behave? All you need is to spend your life behind bars.
We then visited Geng Shaofei and his mother. Geng Shaofei was merely malnourished; his mother's condition was slightly more serious but still manageable with care. To put it bluntly, Geng Shaofei and his mother were the two most innocent people in this case. The Killer claimed he abducted Geng Shaofei because he had treated him before.
At that moment, Geng Shaofei lay on his hospital bed, looking at us with an elegant demeanor. I glanced at Juan Juan and then back at him, deciding it would be best to give them some space alone. Both had graduated from prestigious universities—one a PhD and the other a professor. As someone with only an undergraduate degree, I felt it best not to interfere; it was time for Juan Juan to confront this issue directly.
Dezi and I stepped out to smoke in the hospital restroom, squatting in separate stalls as we discussed the case's details. Honestly speaking, there are still unresolved doubts regarding this case. The biggest question remains about Wei Feng's identity within the Heavenly Domain Organization.
Thinking of this, I took out the nameplate again and examined it closely. The nameplate was indeed very ordinary; touching it, I didn’t feel any special mechanisms or anything. To trace the Heavenly Domain Organization, I first needed to resolve the issue with this nameplate. And to investigate this nameplate, I had to decipher these series of numbers.
140324, 3528, 2.
From the first number, it seemed to be a date: March 24, 2014. That much was clear. I just didn’t know what this date meant—was it when Wei Feng joined the Heavenly Domain Organization? Now it was November 2015; had Killer been in this organization for a year?
The first set of numbers was understandable; it was undoubtedly a date. However, the second set of numbers and the last single digit were truly baffling. Dezi was equally perplexed by such matters; he might as well discuss firearms instead.
After finishing a cigarette, I noticed that Juan Juan and Geng Shaofei were still chatting inside, though I couldn’t tell what they were discussing. As the saying goes, "walls have ears." Although eavesdropping is not a good thing, it depends on who you’re listening to. What if Geng Shaofei remained infatuated with Juan Juan? Then I would have no choice but to cling on stubbornly.
So, I crouched by the door to listen to their conversation. Their voices were low, but if I focused, I could still make out some words.
I heard Geng Shaofei say, “ Juan Juan, it’s been half a year since we last met. How have you been?”
Naturally, I knew that Geng Shaofei was referring to me, but what mattered was how Juan Juan would respond.
At that moment, Juan Juan had her back turned to me, so I couldn’t see her expression. All I could hear was her slowly saying, “Shaofei, I know you’ve liked me since university. I admit that during college, I did have feelings for you. You were a year ahead of me; when I first enrolled, you were the one who welcomed me. You were handsome and studious—a prince in many girls’ dreams—hoping to be with you…”
Even though Juan Juan was talking about events from university days, hearing my fiancée say these things made me feel somewhat uncomfortable. Was this the price of eavesdropping?
“Of course, I couldn’t escape my own feelings,” Juan Juan continued. “But at that time, I prioritized my studies and kept those feelings buried deep down. I even hoped that after graduation, since we both lived in Yuzhou City, we might end up together. You went to Large Hospital, while I became a forensic doctor after graduation.”
“If I hadn’t met him, I wouldn’t have known what love or admiration truly meant,” Juan Juan said. “I realized that I admired you—you came from a good family, excelled academically, were handsome and kind; everyone loved you without question. Who wouldn’t want someone like that as their partner?”
“But upon reflection, without those qualities, do I still love you?” Juan Juan pondered aloud. “I’m afraid not. He certainly doesn’t come from your background; he’s often scatterbrained and impulsive and tends to do things that annoy me. Yet when I'm with him, it feels effortless. I'm not proud because I'm better than him in some ways nor do I feel inferior because he surpasses me in others.”
Geng Shaofei let out a cold laugh and said, "But people strive for higher places. Why shouldn't an outstanding person be able to be with another outstanding person?"
At this point, Juan Juan chuckled lightly, as if recalling something amusing. "He really doesn't aim high; otherwise, he wouldn't have remained at this level for so many years."
"What is there to love about him?" Geng Shaofei asked, unwilling to accept the situation.
Damn it. I'm your lifesaver, and here you are talking behind my back.
Juan Juan replied, "Because he never lives within someone else's framework. He’s never jealous of your looks or wealth, nor does he feel inferior for being just a poor kid. Whatever life gives him, he accepts it—he happily embraces the good and curses the bad. He lives in a mansion without feeling awkward about it and can sleep soundly even in a dormitory. He can dine at high-end hotels but is just as comfortable sitting at a street vendor eating tofu pudding and fried dough sticks."
"He can accept the best and endure the worst," Juan Juan continued. "That's why I love him, I hate him, and I can't leave him."
"In that regard, you can't compare to him; many people can't," Juan Juan said with a smile. "That's what makes him both lovable and infuriating—making Li the Tiger love and hate him, making the minister love and hate him too. I admit that my impulsive marriage to you was just out of anger. I’m sorry for you, but that's all there is to it..."
Listening from outside the door, I felt a mix of emotions, unsure whether to feel happy or sad. The passing nurses looked at me as if I were some kind of monster. Dezi glanced at me, frowning and sighing, then asked, "Brother Shao, what's wrong? Did the door hit your face or something?"
"Can't you give me one last chance?" Geng Shaofei's voice was filled with agitation.
"No," Juan Juan replied firmly.
I peered through the glass to see Geng Shaofei's face flushed as he said, "You don't know; you don't know anything. In fact, during this past month, I could have ruined him... If it weren't for..."
At this point, my brow furrowed tightly. It seemed Geng Shaofei had more to say but suddenly fell silent. Juan Juan took his silence as a result of his agitation and slowly said, "Don't get worked up; your body still needs care. I'm here to clearly explain this matter to you. I do feel guilty in my heart, but I can't make it up to you."
"Even if I can't have you, can we at least do it once?" Geng Shaofei suddenly blurted out.
"Fuck you! At this point, I can't take it anymore. You really are pushing your luck, aren't you? I'm about to teach you a lesson you won't forget. If I don't beat you until you see stars, you'll never know that I practiced Sanda back in police academy!" Just as I was about to push the door open and challenge Geng Shaofei to an intense martial arts duel, I heard Juan Juan stand up gracefully and say to Geng Shaofei, "Fuck you!"
A true master, absolutely a master. Real experts can defeat their opponents without fighting. After Juan Juan's scolding, Geng Shaofei wilted like a withered cucumber, lying on the hospital bed, unsure of what to say. I couldn't help but give Juan Juan thirty-two thumbs up and quickly sat down on the nearby bench.
When Juan Juan came out, I pretended nothing had happened and slowly asked, "Are you done?"
"Done," Juan Juan replied.
"Oh, so you're heading back now?" I continued.
"You’re jealous; just admit it," Juan Juan said with a smile. "Why pretend?"
"Am I jealous?" I asked.
"Fuck you."
A senior high school student was kidnapped along with a leggy school beauty and a busty third-tier celebrity, trapped in an abandoned cabin after mistakenly eating unknown wild fruit, feeling hot all over in the middle of the night.
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