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Lin Mingchang left Xu Ruicheng and the other officer responsible for recording in the interrogation room, closing the door behind him. "What's wrong, Xiaoshuang? Any findings?"
"This is what I just developed overnight—photos from Xu Ruicheng's bedroom. Take a look at these," Xiaoshuang said, pulling a stack of photos from her bag and handing them to Lin Mingchang.
The photos revealed images of missing children on Xu Ruicheng's wooden desk, along with corresponding designs for puppets!
Lin Mingchang's eyes lit up. "Xiaoshuang, these photos are crucial! This is the best breakthrough we could have!"
Grabbing the photos, he pushed open the door to the interrogation room again. Xu Ruicheng immediately sensed the change in Lin Mingchang's demeanor.
Lin Mingchang slammed the photos down on the iron table. "So, Xu Ruicheng? Have you thought it over? Explain to me—why do you have images of missing children in your home? And what about these puppet designs? Speak!"
"That is... that is..." Xu Ruicheng's gaze flickered, his fingers curling involuntarily.
Suddenly, his words were interrupted by a violent coughing fit. He clutched his chest as his complexion rapidly shifted from red to blue, white foam spilling from his mouth as his body convulsed uncontrollably.
"Call Doctor Fang! Hurry!" Lin Mingchang rushed forward, catching Xu Ruicheng just before he collapsed.
Fang Zigui arrived in haste, quickly checking Xu Ruicheng's pupils and pulse. He took out a silver needle from his kit and expertly inserted it into the acupoints on Xu Ruicheng's neck and wrist. Simultaneously, he pulled out a small porcelain bottle and poured a few brown pills into Xu Ruicheng's mouth.
He sniffed the saliva on Xu Ruicheng's fingers and said, "It's Aconitine poisoning; the toxicity has already set in. I'm afraid it's too late."
Desperate, Lin Mingchang knelt beside him and grabbed Xu Ruicheng's shoulders. "Xu Ruicheng! Tell me quickly—who is that foreigner?! Where have the children been taken?!"
Xu Ruicheng could barely speak anymore, only managing to emit intermittent gasps filled with deep fear and regret in his eyes. He struggled to raise his calloused hand, gripping Lin Mingchang's sleeve tightly with the last of his strength, gasping out, "The children... are... performing..."
Before he could finish, his hand fell limp, his eyes still wide open as he took his last breath.
Fang Zigui sighed and gently closed Xu Ruicheng's eyes. "From his pulse, it seems he has been poisoned continuously for some time; today was just the final onset."
Lin Mingchang remained silent for a moment before turning to the officer guarding the door. "Send the body to Liu; ask him to examine it closely."
At that moment, Fang Zigui suddenly remembered something. He stood up and looked at Lin Mingchang. "He just said... the children are performing?"
Without waiting for Lin Mingchang to respond, he dashed out of the room. Moments later, he returned breathless with a photo in hand, followed by Xiaoshuang and Shen Tong.
"This... this is Xiaoshuang’s photo of Xu Ruicheng’s bedroom; she took one from every angle! Look here!"
Lin Mingchang took the photo and saw a corner of Xu Ruicheng’s bedroom with a poster hanging on the wall.
The poster depicted several vividly lifelike puppets, with ornate lettering below that read: "Wonderful Puppet Troupe will perform grandly this Saturday evening at Guotai Grand Theatre."
As Lin Mingchang's gaze fell upon the puppets, his pupils dilated in shock—those faces were unmistakably identical to those of the five missing children!
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