Can We Say No to Divorce?

Chapter 851 - 601: Extra—He’s a Madman

She turned around, her back facing him.

Song Xuyao angrily waved his hand in the air and then said nothing; he strode out of the hospital.

On the way back, he drove with one hand and held a cigarette with the other, the hand holding the cigarette stretched out the window, the flickering of the cigarette at his fingertips mirroring the twinkling stars in the sky.

The summer wind was also scorching, making him feel restless and uneasy!

He slammed one hand on the steering wheel, hitting the horn, and on the silent road, the honking was particularly jarring.

As a result, people from other cars stretched their necks to look at him.

Someone from one of the cars threw a disdainful look and said, "Who’s this lunatic honking in the middle of the night?"

Song Xuyao indeed looked like a madman!

However, being a madman was nothing new for him!

Many, many years ago, he’d already gone mad!

That time, it was for Song Chenxi.

This time, it was because of Qiao Xiaoyan...

Qiao Xiaoyan stood alone on the hospital balcony. The little girl hadn’t woken up; she didn’t understand why the little girl suddenly screamed.

Of course, her own dream also woke up.

Actually, she had begun to accept the reality that Bai Ye had truly left her world.

Why? Why did he appear once again in her dreams now?

Yet just as she was about to touch him, the dream ended!

Qiao Xiaoyan gave a bitter smile, then, tonight, perhaps she’d be wide awake until dawn!

The next morning, the little girl woke up. Qiao Xiaoyan had already gone outside to buy breakfast and had returned; she looked at the little girl and said, "Come, time for breakfast!"

The little girl was somewhat afraid, unwilling to speak, unwilling to eat breakfast.

"Look, I also brought some books with me." Qiao Xiaoyan always believed that if one had a thirst for knowledge, it was certainly a good thing.

What was truly frightening was if one had no desires at all!

The little girl took the book, turning the pages one by one, as if these books attracted her more than food did.

Qiao Xiaoyan took a bowl of porridge, scooped a small spoonful, and held it to her lips.

She slowly opened her mouth, eating little by little, until she eventually shook her head, signaling she didn’t want any more!

"Tell sister, what’s your name?" Qiao Xiaoyan gently asked her, attempting to communicate with her.

The little girl struggled to open her mouth, "Xiao... Wan..."

Her words were unclear, and it took Qiao Xiaoyan several days of interaction with her for the girl to say these two words. Qiao Xiaoyan nodded, "Alright, I’ll call you Xiaowan then. Take good care of your health, and once you’re well, I’ll send you to school. Okay?"

Finally, Xiaowan nodded.

This was her first willingness to communicate with Qiao Xiaoyan, who quickly conveyed this information to Zhuo Yufeng.

"I’ll ask again later about her conditions in the abandoned building," Qiao Xiaoyan finally said. "I hope it can give us some leads."

Piece by piece, Qiao Xiaoyan also learned from Xiaowan that she was a girl trafficked from another province. Once she arrived in City A, people watched over her and forced her to... with men...

If anyone disobeyed, they’d be taken away.

Some were beaten to death, some were bitten to death by rats, leaving no remains. So, the cruelest thing they did to those who disobeyed was not beating them to death but letting the rats bite them to death, leaving no trace of them behind.

The three of them sat together, studying the case. After Song Xuyao finished listening, he said, "From what Xiaowan says, it’s an organization that sells ’Y,’ but this must be connected with the Zombie Drug; otherwise, why would they throw disobedient little girls in front of rats that had taken the Zombie Drug, letting the rats eat them?"

Zhuo Yufeng also nodded, "I agree with this analysis; we inadvertently discovered that this organization has very wide-ranging connections. By the way, Xiaowan probably won’t give us more clues. What are you planning to do with her?"

"I’ve contacted a school, hoping she can continue her education!" Qiao Xiaoyan said. "Her experiences have already been tragic, and I hope she can overcome her shadows in the future. I always believe that knowledge has infinite power."

Song Xuyao looked at her, "Please take good care of Xiaowan!"

"There’s no need to be so polite!" Qiao Xiaoyan did not look at him.

When Qiao Xiaoyan stood up to leave, Song Xuyao called her, "Xiaoyan, wait a moment..."

"What’s the matter?" Qiao Xiaoyan replied coldly.

Zhuo Yufeng was a perceptive person; he got up and left, leaving the space to the two of them.

Song Xuyao gazed at the dark circles around her eyes, "Have you been sleeping well lately?"

"Why wouldn’t I?" Qiao Xiaoyan retorted.

"Have you dreamt of anyone?" Song Xuyao ignored her cold tone and continued to ask.

Qiao Xiaoyan naturally understood who he was asking about; she said blandly, "No!"

It was only that night in the hospital when she dreamed of Bai Ye; in the following nights, she no longer had such dreams.

"Alright." Song Xuyao said no more and turned to leave.

Qiao Xiaoyan suddenly found him so unbelievable, asking her this question?

She took Xiaowang to live at her home because it was peaceful, and only she lived there, ensuring Xiaowang felt no discomfort.

At night, while she was flipping through Bai Ye’s photos, Xiaowang saw the photos on her phone and her eyes lit up.

Given that Qiao Xiaoyan was a forensic doctor by profession, she didn’t miss Xiaowang’s expression, pondering whether Xiaowang was from Bai Ye’s city?

"Do you know him?" Qiao Xiaoyan enlarged Bai Ye’s photo on the phone.

Xiaowang nodded.

Qiao Xiaoyan was delighted: "Really?"

She immediately called Zhuo Yufeng: "Officer Zhuo, I might have found Xiaowang’s family! She said she has seen Bai Ye, can you contact the police where Bai Ye was initially located?"

"No problem," Zhuo Yufeng said on the phone, "So late and you’re not asleep? Still looking at Bai Ye’s photos?"

"Yes, I couldn’t sleep, so I was just browsing, didn’t expect Xiaowang to say she’s familiar with him," Qiao Xiaoyan replied cheerfully, "Thank you."

"No problem! Go to bed early, good night!" Zhuo Yufeng hung up, considering that it was too late, he decided to call them early the next morning.

...

Early the next day. Police station.

Zhuo Yufeng sent Xiaowang’s information to G City police, and told them to find Xiaowang’s family.

When Song Xuyao saw Xiaowang’s documents on Zhuo Yufeng’s desk, he frowned slightly, "Xiaowang isn’t from G City, right!"

"I don’t know!" Zhuo Yufeng said, "Late last night, Xiaoyan called me saying Xiaowang has seen Bai Ye, she guesses Xiaowang is from G City, so I sent a letter over for them to investigate, after all, having close kin by her side is certainly better."

Song Xuyao nodded, but his expression wasn’t too good, so late and she’s still looking at Bai Ye’s photos?

Zhuo Yufeng looked at him knowingly: "After this case ends, shouldn’t you have some expression as well?"

"What should I express?" Song Xuyao regained his composure, "Once this case ends, there’s another case! In our line of work, it’s endless!"

Zhuo Yufeng stared at him: "You know, Bai Ye sacrificed a long time ago, if you’re worried about this line of work, you could switch to another profession..."

"I have no intention of changing professions." Song Xuyao interrupted him.

Then, he received a call from the chief, "I need to go to the chief’s office, if you have any progress, remember to inform me."

Song Xuyao went to the chief’s office, and the chief said: "Regarding the situation of this organization, including what they do, our people have already obtained some materials, here are the returned documents, research them, and also meet with him to confirm the final time and place for the sweep."

"Yes!" Song Xuyao immediately complied.

Song Xuyao carefully analyzed the case of this organization, rubbing his temples, knowing they were going to meet tomorrow.

It had been a long time since Song Xuyao last rode a motorcycle, he drove a heavy motorcycle, winding up the mountain road to the mountainside before stopping.

The area was rarely visited, and there was no road for cars to climb the mountain, so he rode a motorcycle here.

On the mountain edge stood a large rock, with a graceful figure clad in white standing on it, facing the wind, elegant.

His hair parted three-seven, continually fluttering in the wind, wearing a white casual outfit, with the hem trailing behind in the breeze; his pants were white, and even his shoes were white canvas shoes.

With hands in his pockets, he looked down at the splendid scenery beneath from a high point.

From here, one could see the bustling prosperity of A City.

It was just, who would have thought he would hide in a filthy place for a year.

Sometimes, even he didn’t know if he’d ever see the light of day again.

Song Xuyao looked at his back, parked the motorcycle, took off his helmet, and walked up to the large rock.

Neither spoke upon meeting.

Song Xuyao lit a cigarette: "Don’t go see her anymore!"

The "her" was obviously referring to Qiao Xiaoyan!

As soon as his words fell, Song Xuyao was punched!

He was caught off guard, and without defenses, the punch came hard and fast, landing squarely on his face, causing blood to immediately seep from the corner of his mouth.

"She’s mine, she’s only mine..." he shouted.

The mountains echoed incessantly, reverberating his words repeatedly, "She’s mine, she’s mine..."

Song Xuyao took out a tissue, wiping blood from around his mouth and nose, then looked at the person nearing madness: "She belongs to herself, not you, nor me. If you don’t want to harm her, don’t see her anymore!"

Perhaps those words "harm her" were too heavy, he said nothing more, lighting another cigarette, gradually calming down. He sat on the large rock, gazing at the evening glow in the sky, its redness imparting a sense of desolation.