[Wang Tou shouldn’t be that exorcist, right?]
In his mind, S419M held its chin and stared blankly into the pitch-black corner.
[I feel strange, Lord Host.]
[Everything seems too smooth. We witnessed the exorcist fighting “Su Hong,” saw the exorcist seriously injured, saw “Su Hong” possessed, heard the reason why “Su Hong” was possessed, and witnessed “Su Hong’s” death.]
[The timing was too precise. As soon as “Su Hong” died, the ghost messengers rushed over.]
[It’s as if someone is using our mouths to tell the ghost messengers everything that happened.]
[And this Su Hong, he looks like a scapegoat no matter how you look at it. Where did he get that yellow paper with the evil remedy? All the evidence is there, I feel like I’m a child being fed by an adult.]
Bai Lixin remained silent. His eyes flickered slightly and he played with the red fruit in his hand, quietly looking ahead.
At the end of his gaze, a middle-aged man with a pale face lay on a hospital bed. He wore an oxygen mask, his eyes were closed, and he was completely motionless.
The oxygen mask was regularly covered with white mist, and every breath was very smooth.
Although Wang Tou hadn’t regained consciousness yet, judging from the current situation, he was out of danger.
At the foot of Wang Tou’s bed, a border collie with black and white fur curled up into a ball, lying quietly there.
Its grape-like eyes occasionally lifted to look at Wang Tou, sometimes accompanied by a soft whimper.
Beside the hospital bed were Wang Tou’s family members.
Wang Tou had been in a coma for two days, and his wife had stayed by his side without sleep for those two days.
The gentle woman leaned her elbows on the white hospital bed, supporting her chin with one hand. Her eyelids uncontrollably closed and she yawned repeatedly.
At noon, the sunlight was just right.
Everything here was peaceful and tranquil.
Soon, a knock on the door shattered the tranquility.
The attending doctor entered from outside, waking up Wang Tou’s drowsy wife.
Several doctors examined Wang Tou’s body and discussed his condition with his wife.
“He should wake up tonight,” the doctor told his wife. “After he wakes up, don’t give him water temporarily. We’ll inject him with nutrients to maintain his body’s needs.”
“I’ll be on duty tonight. Inform me as soon as he wakes up.”
“Additionally, there’s another situation…” The doctor opened the medical records, his gaze serious beneath thick lenses. “During the examination, we found irregular tissue under the skin behind his left ear.”
“After sampling and analysis, it’s preliminarily identified as skin cancer cells.”
“However, don’t worry too much. The patient’s condition is in the early stage, and the cure rate is high.”
The wife stared blankly at the doctor, momentarily unsure how to react.
The doctor paused.
“Early symptoms of skin diseases like this are similar to skin ulcer inflammation, and many people think it’s just an allergy on the face. Especially in the area behind the ear, it’s harder to notice.”
“The cure rate for early skin cancer is high, but most skin cancer patients realize they’re ill when it’s already in the late stage.”
“Your husband was hospitalized for cerebral hemorrhage, and this led to the discovery of skin cancer. Though it may sound inappropriate to say this, it’s somewhat a blessing in disguise.”
“Doctor…” The wife finally reacted, “Can my husband’s illness be cured?!”
Doctor: “As long as he cooperates with treatment, the possibility of recovery is very high. Since the patient has just had a cerebral hemorrhage, it’s advisable to avoid stimulating him as much as possible. I suggest keeping this matter from him temporarily after he wakes up.”
“Don’t worry too much. Officer Wang has served the people diligently throughout his life, fighting evil and promoting good. Even the heavens are on his side.”
“However, I must tell you. Although the cure rate for early skin cancer is high, I can only do my best to treat Officer Wang and cannot guarantee one hundred percent recovery.”
Tears welled up in the wife’s eyes as she nodded repeatedly in gratitude.
After seeing off the doctor, the wife slumped like a deflated balloon onto the seat next to the hospital bed.
She looked at her beloved husband with complex emotions—tenderness, relief, sadness, and pain.
After a long time, countless emotions finally turned into a long sigh.
“Husband, you always said you have the luck of a thousand-year tortoise. Please don’t leave me.”
The border collie lying at the foot of the bed suddenly propped itself up and stood up. It perked its ears and looked around.
Its dark eyes finally settled on the window outside.
Immediately after, the border collie licked Wang Tou’s face twice and jumped out of the window.
The moment it jumped out of the window, it disappeared from Bai Lixin’s sight.
Bai Lixin: “…”
S419M: [Officer Wang has cancer too? Why is the NPC’s illness rate so high in this copy?]
Bai Lixin: [Where is Cao Ji’an?]
S419M: [He’s at home.]
Bai Lixin: [Let’s go to Cao Ji’an’s house. If I’m not mistaken, he’ll be the next one to die.]
S419M: [???]
When Bai Lixin hurried to Cao Ji’an’s house, Cao Ji’an was lying on the sofa
His eyes were closed and his expression was peaceful, looking as though he was asleep.
The room smelled of sweat and mildew, and the ceiling fan above creaked loudly.
A folding fan half rested on Cao Ji’an’s chest, while his sister, Cao Jiyun, was busy in the kitchen.
Through a narrow crack in the door, a woman’s soft hum could be heard from the kitchen.
S419M: [Lord Host, you’ve guessed wrong this time. He seems perfectly fine. Even in his sleep, he looks like he deserves a beating, a real prodigal son.]
Bai Lixin approached and placed his hand on Cao Ji’an’s neck.
His hand accidentally touched Cao Ji’an’s arm, and the folding fan that Cao Ji’an was holding loosely in his hand fell to the ground with a “pop”, making a crisp sound.
The singing in the kitchen stopped.
Cao Ji’an continued to sleep and wasn’t awakened by the sound.
When Bai Lixin’s hand brushed Cao Ji’an’s arm, he only felt a coldness.
The two fingers against his neck felt nothing.
Cao Ji’an had stopped breathing.
His body was stiff and cold, and he had been dead for at least a day.
The kitchen door was pushed open with a heavy creak.
Cao Jiyun, wearing an apron, carried a plate of washed grapes and placed it on the coffee table.
She looked somewhat dazed. She picked up the fallen folding fan from the floor, and gently tapped Cao Ji’an on the sofa with its edge.
“Xiao An, these freshly washed grapes are so sweet. Wake up, you’ve been sleeping for hours.”
Cao Ji’an was “sleeping” so soundly that he didn’t even frown.
“Now that the murderer Su Hong has been caught, we can finally clear our names. Have some grapes to dispel bad luck.” Cao Jiyun always had great patience with her younger brother. She laughed and cried as she gently pushed Cao Ji’an again, however, he was unresponsive, so she tried harder.
Cao Ji’an was originally lying on the sofa, and after Cao Jiyun pushed him, he fell directly to the floor.
His arm bent back due to inertia, and with a “crack”, it broke, twisting into an extremely awkward shape.
Cao Jiyun opened her eyes wide and tried to pick Cao Ji’an up from the ground, “Brother, are you alright! You have a broken bone, wake up, Brother!”
However, no one responded to her.
Cao Ji’an lay face down, motionless and stiff.
Cao Jiyun seemed to have lost her mind. She suddenly stopped screaming and sat numbly beside Cao Ji’an, staring foolishly at her younger brother.
She picked up some grapes from the coffee table and stuffed one into her own mouth.
The green juice immediately dribbled down her chin, dripping onto Cao Ji’an’s head.
Seeing this, Cao Jiyun quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped the grape juice off Cao Ji’an’s head.
As she wiped, she said, “Xiao An, I’m sorry Xiao An, I didn’t mean to get it on your head. I know you like to be clean. These grapes are so sweet, why don’t you wake up and taste them.”
After saying this, Cao Jiyun moved in front of Cao Ji’an.
She forcefully propped Cao Ji’an up from the ground. The moment his head turned up, Cao Ji’an’s originally closed eyes opened.
He stared straight up, as if staring at Cao Jiyun.
There were bruises around his eye sockets, and his nose was crooked to one side.
Cao Jiyun smiled foolishly, gently outlining Cao Ji’an’s features with her fingertips.
“Xiao An, look at you, you are still as handsome as ever.”
“Just like when you were a child.”
“Are you still waiting for me to feed you grapes like when you were a child? Wait, sister will feed you now.”
Cao Jiyun picked a grape from the fruit plate in a daze and tried to put it into Cao Ji’an’s mouth.
But Cao Ji’an had been dead for a long time, his bones already stiff.
In order to get her brother to eat the grape, Cao Jiyun used both hands to forcefully pry his teeth open. With a “crack”, Cao Ji’an’s lower jaw was forcibly pried open.
Cao Jiyun stuffed the grape into Cao Ji’an’s mouth with satisfaction, then staggered to her feet and walked unsteadily back into the kitchen, humming a tune.
S419M: [Cao Jiyun has gone mad.]
[Cao Ji’an is dead?]
[Oh my god, Lord Host, you guessed right. Did Cao Jiyun kill Cao Ji’an?]
Bai Lixin looked around the room and finally found a tuft of black and white dog hair under the sofa.
S419M: [Could it be that Gan Tai killed Cao Ji’an?]
Bai Lixin: [Where is Li Chongming now?]
S419M: [In detention.]
Bai Lixin: [Is he still alive?]
[Let me check.] Though puzzled why Bai Lixin asked, S419M diligently pulled up the surveillance footage: [He’s alive, Lord Host.]
[Not only is he alive, he looks quite well, his skin has even improved. I guess the daily peeping at people all night affected his complexion. Now his routine is back to normal, and his skin has improved.]
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In the live broadcast room
[They said earlier that Wang Tou is an exorcist. Can they still be so confident?]
[Oh, this… it’s all speculation. If everyone were so smart, exams would all be perfect scores. I may not get a perfect score, but I can get 99!]
[→ →]
[Black and white dog hair, could it be from that police dog, right? Don’t you think Gan Tai’s role is a bit too prominent?]
[Did Cao Jiyun or Gan Tai kill Cao Ji’an?]
[Is it possible that it was suicide?]
[Or was it sudden death?]
[Speaking of which, God Xin was at the hospital just now. Then he suddenly came to Cao Ji’an’s house. Did he predict that Cao Ji’an would die?]
[Shen Shukuang is dead, Su Hong is dead, now Cao Ji’an is dead too. Is Xiao Hua still seeking revenge? Or is someone else still seeking revenge for Xiao Hua? Continuing to seek revenge until all those who harmed Xiao Hua are killed?]
[Xiao Hua, Xiao hua, where are you?]
[There are only a few days left, family.]
[Only 4 days left.]
[Only 4 days left? Although I knew things wouldn’t be so simple when Su Hong died, I never expected Cao Ji’an to die so quietly.]
[Well, now the murderer hasn’t been caught, and another person is dead.]
[But, Cao Ji’an should have been the last one who hurt Xiao Hua, right? With Cao Ji’an dead, the revenge should stop.]
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This was a towering skyscraper.
The transparent glass was polished to a shine. Each floor of the office building was bustling with people, busy with their own work.
Some were working for survival, some for ideals, and some for their families.
On the 18th floor of the office building, in a conference room, a smart and composed woman dressed in a neatly tailored black suit had just won another case.
Cheers and congratulations from colleagues surrounded her, but the woman, the protagonist, remained calm. She just calmly drank water, seemingly accustomed to all this.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.
The receptionist opened the door and looked at the woman: “Ms. Ran, there’s a guest who wants to see you. He says he has a big case that only you can solve. I’ve asked him to wait in the reception room. Would you like to meet him?”
Ran Jingjing smiled faintly, “Okay, I’ll go over now.”
Ran Jingjing adjusted her outfit slightly, ensuring she maintained the perfect professional demeanor.
With a professional smile on her face, she pushed open the door.
When she saw the person in the reception room clearly, Ran Jingjing’s smile paused for a second, then she extended her hand calmly, “Hello, sir. I’m Ran Jingjing from the Yino Law Firm. May I ask your name?”
The young man across from her smiled warmly. He appeared to be only in his twenties, but his demeanor and bearing far exceeded his peers.
He extended his hand, and Ran Jingjing’s gaze fell on the young man’s hand—slender and well-defined, with distinct knuckles, and long and slender fingers.
It was the best hand she had ever seen. It was white, translucent, and slender, reminding her of priceless top-grade white jade from antique auctions.
“Pleased to meet you. My surname is Bai Li, and my single name is ‘Xin’,’ Bai Lixin.”
Ran Jingjing’s eyes scanned Bai Lixin, “Mr. Bai Lixin, have we met somewhere before?”
