Chapter 18: An Unexpected Event

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Upon obtaining the surveillance footage, Wei Qingzheng immediately scrutinized it, missing no detail. He even consulted a colleague skilled in lip-reading to decipher their conversation. After careful analysis, Wei Qingzheng was certain the two had only met by chance. His gaze lingered on the screen showing the moment a lighter was handed over, a hint of despondency etched on his face. The footage confirmed that Ye Sang Sang had indeed come across the lighter by coincidence, and it was only natural for her fingerprints to be on it.

The investigators returned, reporting that the pharmacy clerks all confirmed that the couple had either visited or loitered near the pharmacy. Though one clerk expressed some uncertainty, it was insufficient to serve as evidence, especially since the more crucial leads had been invalidated. Wei Qingzheng was a man of integrity; he could not hold Ye Sang Sang if he knew she was innocent.

Yet, as he escorted the Ye couple outside, his usually upright posture was slightly bent, and his eyes clouded with confusion. He could not comprehend why his infallible instincts had failed him. Sun Bin was the culprit, but he could not apprehend him. Worse still, after capturing him, he personally had to release him. What he had believed to be loopholes and evidence turned out to be mere illusions.

Looking at Ye Sang Sang, he said, “I’m sending you out. I’m not sure if you are the murderer, but I want to remind you, you still have family.”
“Thank you for your concern. Hopefully, there won’t be a next time,” Ye Sang Sang replied calmly.

Wei Qingzheng’s lips moved, but even he doubted the reliability of his intuition. Watching Ye Sang Sang and Lin Shu leave, he stood silently on the steps, observing them from above. When Ye Sang Sang reached the door, she glanced back at the silent young man on the steps; her dark eyes reflected his face. After three seconds, she turned and walked away.

“Ahhh, I almost feel sorry for Wei Qingzheng.”
“Sigh, they had him, but the evidence wasn’t enough.”
“Sister Sang did nothing wrong. Whether it was a game mission or Sun Bin’s revenge, it makes no sense to blame her.”

Though this was a holographic game, everything within felt unbearably real—immersing players fully into each perspective. Was Sun Bin wrong? Legally, yes. But as a father, he had a clear conscience. His daughter was innocent. Was Wei Qingzheng wrong to relentlessly pursue the suspect? Not at all. He was a good cop. The true villains were those four monsters—they were the root of everything.

This was the source of the viewers’ silence: the painful truth that these events had actually happened, now merely reenacted. Ye Sang Sang noticed Wei Qingzheng’s confusion but did not worry. A man like him, with such steadfast faith, would not fall completely due to a brief setback. Though he might feel disheartened for a while, it would not last long. And that was the time she needed—to kill Wang Zhi.

The two walked out together; their rented place was not far. They silently agreed to walk back, their usual warmth now tinged with a trace of silence.

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Ye Sang Sang tilted her head, looking at the composed and refined Lin Shu, who appeared four or five years older than her peers, with strands of gray at her temples. Aside from the fleeting moments of cheerfulness over the past two days, the rest was an involuntary gloom and grief. A woman in her early thirties, her figure slightly stooped. She must love her daughter dearly.

Ye Sang Sang turned her head, walking beside her, as if gaining a little insight into love—strange yet tinged with pity.

After returning, Ye Sang Sang chose not to immediately search for Wang Zhi’s whereabouts but instead spent half a day quietly with Lin Shu. The live stream audience watched silently.

“Lin Shu is truly suffering.”
“The death of her daughter is driving both of them mad.”
“She’s both a criminal and a victim.”
“So what’s the ending? Will they find redemption and live well again?”

No one rushed them. Though this was only a simulated holographic game world, they yearned to feel that redemption. The live audience steadily grew.

Ye Sang Sang only gave Lin Shu half a day; the rest of the time, taking advantage of Wei Qingzheng’s distraction, she set out to find anyone who might know Wang Zhi’s whereabouts. This was not part of Sun Bin’s contacts left behind but a path Ye Sang Sang carved herself. Hooligans, taxi drivers—various people were sources of information.

They were like ever-present surveillance cameras; with enough money, one could obtain any information. Especially those well-connected individuals who mingled with all walks of life and knew how to profit from information. In this era where surveillance and information networks were underdeveloped, sometimes they had more intelligence than the police.

Jiang Jiansheng’s information came through intermediaries, ultimately obtained from small-time henchmen at underground casinos. People whom everyone overlooked often provided the most accurate information. No questions asked, just knowing the right person and paying the marked price.

In the underworld, everything had a set price, and they kept tight-lipped. They were so accustomed to seeing people like Jiang Jiansheng ruined by vendettas or hired killings that such acts made no difference to them. For the sake of business and underworld rules, they never spoke out and certainly never told the police. Speaking up would not only cut off their income but also implicate themselves.

Wearing a mask, Ye Sang Sang ensured no one was tailing or staking out before using a public phone booth to make a call. The other end answered quickly. With a low voice, Ye Sang Sang said, “I want to know the whereabouts of Wang Zhi who escaped from Lin City.”

This information was gleaned after deliberately probing several taxi drivers she knew. The voice on the other end soon replied, “Five thousand yuan. I want the money by tomorrow morning. Leave it under the first trash bin on the south side of Jiangcun Road, wrapped in plastic. I’ll meet you under this phone booth at three in the afternoon tomorrow with the information.”

“Okay.” Ye Sang Sang agreed immediately.

After hanging up, she left. Out of caution, she hired a child to place the money while she observed from a distance. Once the money was deposited, someone quickly pocketed it and left.

That money originally came from Jiang Jiansheng. Zhou Qiang had suffered a loss and didn’t bring money last time, almost causing her to lack funds to buy Jiang Jiansheng’s information. So this time she scavenged money from Jiang Jiansheng, erased fingerprints, burned any with bloodstains, and kept the rest to purchase intelligence.

Five thousand yuan thirty years ago was quite a sum—enough to buy a house when combined with a bit more. This shows how expensive the fee was. The other party, to maintain credibility, would deliver the information on time.

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Since the information was passed via notes, Ye Sang Sang used the same method, spending ten yuan to have a child deliver a note to her. Although she knew these people, influenced by certain Hong Kong films, valued honor deeply, she did not dare bet on their loyalty.

Receiving the material from the child, Ye Sang Sang unfolded it. The document detailed Wang Zhi’s current hideout, precisely listing the house number and people nearby. The note was only as big as two adult fingers stretched out, densely filled with writing.

Ye Sang Sang’s eyes gleamed with interest.

“Hehehe, the last game mission!”
“This game chapter is a bit heavy; it’s painful to watch, finally coming to an end!”
“Please, Sister Sang, pass it in one go.”

After all, playing again meant reliving the trauma.

The live chat buzzed fiercely as Ye Sang Sang began the first step of the mission. She was curious about dismemberment but unclear how extensive it needed to be. Having studied many dismemberment and mutilation cases, she knew it was an extremely difficult act.

Plus, as the number of killings increased, the chance of being caught rose sharply. Wei Qingzheng, observing her actions, would likely be baffled and not focus on her, but would certainly seek Wang Zhi. Thus, her time was limited.

According to the information, Wang Zhi was hiding at the residence of a lover she knew, in a complex shantytown in the northern suburbs. The whole area housed over ten thousand people, with a maze of roads and a mixed population. Unless the police sealed off the entire neighborhood and searched door to door, Wang Zhi could escape.

Moreover, everyone there could be an informant. Although the buildings were low, their density was high, and privacy was minimal. To kill someone without alerting anyone and get away clean was incredibly challenging.

As a psychopath, Ye Sang Sang found this a thrilling challenge.

Hence, she needed thorough planning to ensure foolproof execution. Taxis stood out too much in the shantytown, so Ye Sang Sang disguised herself as a migrant laborer with a three-piece set of rough clothing and entered the area.

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